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