Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Times Is Hard, artist - Bushwick Bill. Date of issue: 10.07.1995
Song language: English
Times Is Hard |
| Times that is hard as a 21 years |
| Ain’t got a dime and ain’t seen a chick in a year |
| I’m catching drama from my mama on down |
| It’s rough as fuck, but homie, I’m staying down |
| Now I have done everything from Everclear to sherman sticks |
| I sold dope around town |
| I’d stomp niggas down |
| Rolling through my hood like a superstar |
| Turning corner after corner in my brand new cars |
| These hoes used to call me baller |
| But that was 'fore I lost my grip, now they barely even call a |
| Player cause they know I’m broke |
| No Rolex and no Benz, just spokes (shit) |
| Now that I’m back to life, and that I’m back to reality |
| Got one life which ain’t shit without a salary |
| I’m spitting game so y’all can feel me |
| Man, I’mma make it out the ghetto if it kills me |
| And Lil' Jay will make it real |
| Y’all know the deal |
| Now if it wasn’t for moms I wouldn’t have no world |
| You stood tall through it all, so you go, girl |
| I know things ain’t all they used to be |
| I had to slow my roll, see, trouble’s getting used to me |
| I gots to make you a proud mother |
| No more crack slanging, I gots to be a proud brother |
| And take control of my destiny |
| I can’t let these streets get the best of me |
| It’s kinda rough starting over but it’s worth the pain |
| Instead of getting stuck with the same ol' same |
| Stretched like a rubberband, busting flicks |
| In the pen for life with some off-brand tricks |
| Ain’t nobody knowin about the pain you feel |
| I’mma change my life, mama, that’s on the real |
| I pray to God He make you feel me |
| Man, I’mma make it out the ghetto if it kill me |
| And mama, that’s real |
| No more playing mack daddy for you skeezers |
| I got one lover, I love her, so I’mma please her |
| And leave you tramps alone |
| Since I’m getting shit straight, I’m starting at home |
| Now which one of y’all was down and didn’t clown when I was sleeping on the flo' |
| My real girl, that’s who, that’s why I love her so |
| Got two sons and no daughters |
| I’m barely feeding both of my kids but I still gots to be a father |
| That I used to want pops to be |
| This ain’t no dis to ya, pops, cause you’re still my g |
| I’m on a long road to nowhere if I don’t change |
| Life with no crime on my mind feels strange |
| Working like a motherfucker, slick like a Benz seat |
| Backing off my old hustle, trying to make these ends meet |
| I pray to God he make you feel me |
| Man, I’mma make it out the ghetto if it kills me |
| And niggas, that’s real |