Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hard, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Album song Baby Face Killa, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ESGN
Song language: English
The Hard |
I know that life is short |
But we can’t move too fast |
Hit the block, dressed in white, |
straight Bo Jackson Nikes |
Call my partner Mike, copped a pint, pour four in my Sprite |
55 a line, that’s aight cause I’m 'bout that life |
Pussy on my mind, bitch you tired, it’s that mouth tonight |
Weed and waffles in the morning |
Downtown Chicago, smoking on some shit that I imported |
MDMA |
light up her day, sometimes she like to snort it |
And shit was too dry with that Tony, bitch now I’m reloaded |
Bitch I’m reloaded |
And I’m chopping up the hard, dopeboy I play my part |
Fuck with the gangsta type, ain’t got no stripes, then you’s a mark |
Smoking Carolina Blue fresh out the Carolina Park |
So much gunplay in the day, just might be safer in the dark |
And this Glock ain’t got no safety, the owner ain’t got no patience |
So please don’t make my finger and this trigger make relations |
Said this Glock ain’t got no safety, straight make yo ass a patient |
Guess I’ll slang until my grave or take that federal vacation |
Nigga, nigga |
I know that life is short |
But we can’t move too fast |
These niggas want it so I’m chopping up the hard, I’m chopping up the hard |
These niggas say they want it so I’m chopping up the hard |
Said I’m chopping up the hard, I’m chopping up the hard |
These geekers say they on it so I’m chopping up the hard, nigga |
Whip the crack, dressed in black, just picked up a pack |
Feeling great, dropped some 28s, got 'em jumping back |
Jumping up, what the fuck, G.I. |
they don’t fuck with us |
Most these niggas out the Mid wouldn’t breathe until I bust a nut |
Rob a nigga father figure, dope house was my college nigga |
Plus my part time job didn’t make no dollars, I’m a water whipper |
See through you like windows, basis of your heart is artificial |
Mob of hungry niggas like we came straight out of Mogadishu |
What’s the issue? |
Stack full of pancakes and my pistol |
Shit official, when you see a police, nigga hit that whistle |
They out to get you, so fuck all my opponents |
They can peel me off this corner cause I know these niggas want it |
These niggas want it so I’m chopping up the hard, I’m chopping up the hard |
These niggas say they want it so I’m chopping up the hard |
Said I’m chopping up the hard, I’m chopping up the hard |
These geekers say they on it so I’m chopping up the hard, nigga |
I know that life is short |
(Life's short, know what I’m saying, you gotta get moving, know what I mean) |
But we can’t move too fast |
(Know what I’m saying, I ain’t tryna run a race or no shit like that, you know) |
Cause if we go right now |
(Nigga just tryna get out here and chop, chop it up and get mine, you know |
Piece of the pie) |
It will never last |
In the morning |
When the sun comes up |
And everything is cold |
It’s a new day |
And all of it is beautiful |
Or so I thought |
Just let me make it to another morning |
Just let me make it to another morning |
Just let me make it to another morning |
Just let me make it to another morning |
These niggas want it so I’m chopping up the hard, I’m chopping up the hard |
These niggas say they want it so I’m chopping up the hard |
Said I’m chopping up the hard, I’m chopping up the hard |
These geekers say they on it so I’m chopping up the hard, nigga |