| I done done it all from jackin’and slangin’nigga trust that
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| Stealin’cars snortin’dope gettin’bust at Never goin’ta school all kinda bull-shit
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| They callin’my moma in I got her lookin’unfit
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| But look it aint Cint fault I turned out this way
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| Its my fault she told me right from wrong everyday
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| When my daddy got killed I think thats when I went a stray
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| Mark Nell L.T. |
| and me made niggas lay on they face
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| We was about that gunplay and on the grind
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| We was on a paper chase we wanted ta shine
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| Gotta get it how you live where the fuck I’m from
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| Gotta keep it on the real where the fuck I’m from
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| Growin’up in the streets best believe its dangerous
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| They lock us up but the jail aint changin’us
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| You’ll make it how i live if you don’t mind dyin'
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| Growin’up in my shoes best believe was hard times nigga
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| Hard times got a nigga in all black
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| I’m goin’jack for that silver pack where its at Hard times got the B.G. |
| drove nigga
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| Hard times got me duckin’them white folks nigga
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| Its a hard time comin’up where I’m from like a twister spinnin'
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| Don’t get caught in it Its drastic drama its everyday life whoa
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| Jackin’is a way of livin 'if you aint on the right road
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| I move fast my people say I need ta slow down
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| Close ya nose or ya gonna go down
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| I’m beefin’with different sets I’m duckin’them white folks
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| Playin’my hoes close
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| They tied up like a rope
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| I’m slangin’tryin’ta make a million and chill
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| Buy a ten story buildin’and a football field
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| Diamonds round my neck and wrist plenty golds in my grill
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| Niggas gone get holes in they head if they don’t keep it real
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| My mama cryin’cuz she think I’ma get my head bust
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| But I tell her growin’up with no daddy is rough
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| Welfare aint enough
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| And I wanna shine
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| So I’m goin get mine nigga and get out these hard times whoa
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| Me and my niggas buyin’cars don’t give a fuck what its costin'
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| Neighborhood superstar Hot Boy$ bout flossin'
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| Crossin any of us get that put in a coffin
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| You don’t hear we loss a shoot-out very often
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| We ballin'
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| Shot callin'
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| Walkin’to the top
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| And when we get there believe we closin’shop
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| I’m lettin’my law down makin’Gs nigga
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| I done been through them hard times I’m makin’chesse nigga
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| Me and Fresh can hook up and make a hit with ease nigga
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| Fade me the B.G. |
| pretty please nigga
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| I’m a six figure
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| Money go-getter
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| Drivin’expedition
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| Bet a bitch quick and put another hoe in her position
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| Riches is what I’m chasin’everyday nigga
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| Killin’bustas bringin that bitch in my way nigga
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| Tryin’ta shine Ca$h Money on the grind nigga
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| Stackin’gingles cuz we done been through hard times nigga peep me
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| (Chorus) — repeat to end |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Times, artist - B.G.. Album song Chopper City In The Ghetto, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп