Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Time Hustlin (feat. Sade), artist - Krayzie Bone. Album song Behind the Harmony, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.07.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Requiem Entertainment, Thugline International
Song language: English
Hard Time Hustlin (feat. Sade) |
Mama been laid off |
She ain’t workin no mo' |
Papa been laid off |
He say things done got slow |
My brother’s been laid off |
He been locked down for more than two years now |
My world is crumblin, time is hard they were before, but oh my god! |
Mama mad at pops cause he ain’t workin |
But today she lost her job |
Now what in the fuck is we suppose to do? |
We on our last loaf of bread |
Got cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell? |
And here come Mr. Billcollector beatin down our door for dough |
Mama say when they come knockin |
Y’all don’t say nothin (shhh) get on the floor |
Kind of hard to see at night in a house when it ain’t got no lights and shit |
No gas or water, had to borrow H2O from my relative |
Man, it feels like I ain’t even here |
I’m ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin years |
Nigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto |
But the devil won’t settle, fuckin up my levels he won’t let go |
I’m livin to die it seems I just can’t win |
Now I’m high, but I’m stopin to realize I drunk this whole fifth of Gin |
(Nigga damn!) I’m 17 and drinkin like I’m grown up |
I got some problems, plus I need some money |
And it’s really all because… |
Juvenile nigga done strugglin, hustlin, strugglin like I want it |
Then fuck school, right now I’m hungry, and I can’t eat that damn diploma |
But on this corner I can eat everyday, all I gotta do is slang this yay |
Nigga, If business keep going this way me and my family is fin to be straight |
I’m glad I took that fifty dollars that grandma gave me |
Bought me a double up, now it’s all about comin up |
I’mma pay ya back next week |
Repeat, took my ass straight to the block with hand full of rocks, y’all |
And it’s my first time I’m lowin, watchin for cop cars |
By the end of the night a nigga sold all the rocks |
I’m trippin out lookin' at all the dough I got |
I shoulda been came a sold the block and locked it |
Made me some profits, so nigga tonight my people gonna be eatin on lobster |
Hate to say it, but I think these streets done really created a monster |
Cause now that I see how quick I can come about breakin the law |
Why in the hell is you steady tellin me to go and get a job? |
Fuck that, nigga this my thing right now I know |
I’m walkin home happy, smilin, and I ain’t even thinkin about… |
Business was boomin so a nigga assuming I could do some improving |
Like new jewels, clothes, shoes, Cadillac Coupe, I’m out here doin it |
Got me a cold ass broad, and that’s something I never had |
But I’m never mad cause I done snagged one bad one with my young ass |
Once I turned 18 it was on |
But my brother started writing home, tellin me to leave this shit alone |
I say, what? |
nigga, he don’t know that I’m too deep in this |
I’m livin and breathin the street shit |
And if I don’t play the crook, you ain’t gonna have shit on your books |
Look, gimme a minute, I’ll chill in a minute I promise I will |
As soon as I finished this last load |
I’mma drop the dice after this last roll |
Little did he know, I got no intentions on leavin this shit here |
I’m finna get rich here |
When you get out, you’ll have some shit here if you still care |
Made enough money to move my moms and pops to a new pad |
They was suspicious, but they ain’t trippin |
Cause this more shit than we ever had |
But shit went bad six in the morning crashing through my door was the Feds |
And they want that bread we want you, and I’m like ooh! |
(shit) |
Shoulda listened to my brother, huh? |
But I’m like fuck it now |
Mama got to buggin out when them po po got to cuffin pops |
Now I’m in the courtroom when that asked me how I plea |
I tell the judge straight up, I’ve been havin problems and it’s all because… |