Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hard Times , by - A+. Release date: 31.12.1995
Song language: English
Hard Times |
| The struggle lives hard times, we do or die |
| My whole crews fly hands high to the sky |
| So maintain son elevate try to build |
| Put down your steel cuz incarceration is for real |
| Yeah son you know its on |
| Now who would be the clown in the nine-six to mess around and catch a fist |
| I show no mercy if you irk me |
| I got physical that alert me when some herb tried to jerk me |
| Or put the squeeze on it, break down the cipher |
| But it won’t work, were tight like the Q-Tip and the Phife |
| Now is you insane is your brain intact |
| We be official when it comes to this no B.S. |
| rap |
| Here comes the lyrical, aerial raid right where you rest at |
| Now test that |
| I snatch your heart right through your chest black |
| Gettin ill thoughts when I sleep at night |
| I gotta maintain, blot the blood stains on my brain |
| From the clappin, we can make it happen |
| Remember you ain’t a killer, you only rappin |
| I hate it, rappers overexaggeratin |
| And never shot a gun in they life, they only masterbatin |
| So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound |
| And wave your hands in the air and put the nines down |
| Brothas fought daily in the streets, we reek havoc |
| On every block someones flippin like an acrobat |
| Im kinda young but I still gotta hold my own |
| And Ima maintain whats mine till the day I’m grown |
| I keep my crew up, people say I got a gang |
| But I dont smoke I dont shoot and my crew dont slang |
| We just hang tryin to get up in this rap game |
| So I can gain some fame and build my crews name |
| Rollin with juvenile thugs wit bad grades and bad ways |
| Who woulda thought that I had some AIDS |
| Dream totes and aspirations |
| Brothas are tired of being broke so maybe thats why they free-basing |
| Wastin time doing nothing |
| Livin like an outcast gotta get up get out and get something |
| Look into my eyes see if you can see what I can see |
| In my reality the whole world is after me |
| Schemin on the latch key but yo I got this locked down |
| Me and lost and found comin out the underground |
| Takin no prisoners my listeners we keep it real |
| My thoughts are militant, when Im in the killin field |
| Click click, my minds automatic, so wheres the static |
| I got some joints up in my attic if you wanna grab it |
| I form a cipher where my peace brothers dont sleep |
| You try to creep I guarantee thats when you feel the heat |
| I come correct in this rap game |
| Rappers act insane |
| Meanwhile Im blowin em out the back of the frame |
| They can’t see me, they can’t feel the real G |
| I represent, commercial rap will never kill me |