Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lifes Hard , by - Bloc Boyz ClickRelease date: 23.03.2015
Song language: English
Lifes Hard |
| Only thing I know is get them packs in |
| Don’t ever let them nigga think you need him |
| Fuck a friend, be about your business |
| Stay ten toe down and get it |
| And work |
| When you call a nigga phone and never answer for you |
| That mean that nigga never gave a fuck about you |
| You in the streets, don’t keep your Id in your wallet |
| I got like six names, I can be anybody |
| Early in the morning got the store rock |
| Everything I do I see somebody watching |
| Lost everything I had |
| The Future said he got me |
| I turn them free bags into millions of dollars |
| Make some jewelry up, now I’m gooder than you |
| Feel like my slick partner blow them cash pot |
| Hit up Doffe on working in the dump |
| So anything you want I got it in the trunk |
| They say crime don’t pay |
| Well the grind don’t pay |
| Get the line |
| Don’t flying, and the sun don’t shining |
| Still I take time, in the coming due time |
| I ain’t got no time |
| I’m raw for mine |
| Don’t ask how, all my cash come |
| Can’t wait then cause I need it now |
| Tell them say |
| My pistol hanging |
| I make the shoe rain like I’m Jessy Jones |
| I got great hang |
| Ye I’m packing rich |
| I’m a pimp nigga I can make a bitch |
| And I can’t turn one a them wild bitch |
| But u can turn her from being to a whole brick |
| Man 2Pack, that old shit |
| Fill a nigga ass with holes quick |
| Loose a nigga head for a trophy |
| Then dump a nigga body in the ocean |
| Frig up bitch with my trigger finger |
| Same finger that I want to blank with |
| How the fuck you a hit man |
| And I payed you and you ain’t hit a shit |
| Not bird game but it’s rich squad |
| But I’ll make a nigga hoe say dip quick |
| Got a new map with a cooler on it |
| Hold your force gotta show em something |
| You in the streets and you ain’t got it nigga you better take it |
| Every nigga round me is impatient |
| Down in Miami I know a couple a Haitians |
| Man, GOD and projects, the brick stupid, crazy |
| Before the day over, twenty to a head |
| Remix like I cater |
| I serve you like a waiter |
| You on the block with no pack, nigga I see you later |
| Got dope all flavours |
| Catch me working daily |
| All I want is paper |
| Damn G we made it |
| We gotta go to work |
| You can’t be looking crazy |
| You go trap a goal |
| If you know how to play it |
| I had to switch |
| My whole three niggas snitching crazy |