Hard Life — текст песни (Big Tymers f Lil` Wayne, Juvenile)

[Baby]
For sure, lil` one
I know what you`re goin` through to shine
Niggas pullin` off all type of shit
But, look: if you don`t know what you`re doin`,
you`d better catch the sideline
Catch the sideline

Nigga, the block look the same - it`s just crack and cocaine
Niggas losin` but we still maintainin`
Livin` life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand
Knockin` project bricks
Flippin` chickens, and movin` out quick
Hard-hustlin` `cause we love slingin` this white shit
S.S., Monte Carlo`s, hard-tops - we love that shit
`Bout two-hundred thugs with this clique
We multiply everyday for the bullshit
For the hood shit
Burned down buildin`s ain`t no good, slick
Niggas pullin` auctions on they own cars to get money quick
Then we dippin` and dabbin`
Goin` back to the labbin`
Lil` niggas payin` me for cookin` they slabbin`
Cook a brick and make it out a brick-and-halfin`
Chargin` them young g`s ten G`s for cookin` they slabs
Say, lil` wodie, I gots to have it

(Hook - 4x [Juvenile])
It`s a hard life we livin` - they `bout they drama
We earn stripes from killin` - attack like piranhas

[Lil` Wayne]
Look
Look
On the streets it ain`t sweet
They be (?)
It`s not a game, homeboy - this ain`t the NFL
Him just (?) from rippin` with the mid-deck twelve
Hit the block in twin-SL`s, and spit at gals
You get that, pal?
Once it`s war, nigga, skip town
`Cause if I don`t do it, be swimmin` with fish, clown
Now, crack a whole chick down, sell it in quarters
If the drama happen to hit town, I`m `nappin` your daughter
If the broad try to flip out, I`m cuttin` her water
If your boys try to help out, I`m killin` they fathers
When and wherever
What and however - you bring it good
I`ll have your mom singin` Hmmm hmm hmmm
Cause nowadays lot of niggas got coward ways
So I ride with K`s to knock off the side of heads
But I`m tryin` to stay man, I`m tryin` to stay focused
What I`m tryin` to say we gon` bust it wide open!

(Hook - 4x [Juvenile])

[Mannie Fresh]
What
What
Pimps, playas, riders, rollers, hustlers
Gangstas, thugs, criminal motherfuckers
Hit it, quit it, fuck it, leave it, flee
No evidence at your residence - that`s me
Black, ugly, mean, sheisty bastard
Preachers and teachers sayin`, I`m surprised you lasted.
Guns, drugs, bitches hot sex
Weed, crack, heroin - what`s next?
Feds, cops, killers politicians
Hookers, hoes, (?) all on missions
Crooks, mayors, presidents, and leaders
N-double-A-CP, rednecks, and meat beaters
Mommas, baby-mommas, aunties and cousins
Scatter sites, knocked out lights, projects by the dozens
And cars, broads, murders ghetto life
I went through all that shit
for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice

(Hook - 4x [Juvenile])

[Juvenile]
I`ve been blessed
I thank the Lord everyday
for gettin` me from `round these devils in these dark hallways
How the fuck you gonna help me when I don`t care?
Niggas see me front it all - they just look and stare
And talk about how it should be and how it could be
Bentley in my basement - ain`t nobody understood me
Take care of your people like you take care of your kids
`Cause money ain`t shit when you don`t know how to live
And niggas gon` pretend to be your friend when they ain`t
You expect `em to be there until the end, but they can`t
Now, how many of you can say you`re a real nigga?
Play the Prowler, but scared to go in the field with ya
You gon` know your nigga - he gon` be there, still with ya
Whether if it`s talkin` or slingin` the steal with ya
Don`t answer nobody questions
Gotta turn to the Lord with a confession

(Hook - 4x [Juvenile])
It`s a hard life we livin` - `cause they `bout they drama
We earn stripes from killin` - attack like piranhas



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