Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Livin', artist - Irv Gotti. Date of issue: 04.11.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hard Livin' |
| Yeah, yeah, uh |
| Young Merc |
| For all my youg niggas (All of my young niggas) |
| On the block, Naa mean (On the block) |
| Going hard (Blow hard nigga) |
| Yo I was raised in poverty (in poverty) |
| Yeah, life was hard |
| Growin up 'round, killaz and hust-lers |
| I used ta, sit on the porch |
| Watch pops smoke luports |
| Trying when he was going to get his next bag to snort |
| I just sit back, deep in thought like (man) |
| Wishin I had a plan to make him a better man |
| But I can’t, but that’s what made it worse |
| Then I started smokin weed and hustlin work |
| I turned to the streets, fifteen, mind on cash |
| Highschool fliest nigga in the class |
| Why all y’all was studyin trying to pass |
| I was tryna, get the pass, to cut out and get ass |
| I was always ahead of my time |
| Neighbours in the hood said I be locked up |
| Or dead by twenty-five |
| But still I, Ride, wit my head high |
| Knowin I’m a young thug and I will survive |
| I can’t stop (I can’t stop) |
| I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin) |
| Knowin this life I’m livin (Knowin this life I’m livin) |
| It’s either death or prison (It's either death or prison) |
| Hard livin |
| Uh, the ghetto |
| We prayin, Lord |
| All of my thugs be given strength |
| POV Shitty |
| You ain’t gotta show me love when I’m wearin the glove |
| And I just found out my man done chick slugs |
| And my man rever diss touch down |
| Means alot of niggas on the streets ain’t really gon eat right now |
| Man I’m so mad dog, I can’t tell you why |
| If the Lord don’t bow down I’ll murder the damn sky |
| I’m to hot for this shit, please calm me down |
| I stay doing right, I stay doing wrong |
| I stay huggin my moms I lost in eighty-nine |
| I’m still bangin that nine I had since eighty-nine |
| You niggas feelin my vibe? |
| Man it’s hard to walk, man it’s hard to talk |
| Dog I keep quiet |
| Cuz playas wear wires when we start to bring the riot |
| I’m tired of this shit, take me now |
| I’m gon be back in a minute dog don’t hate me now |
| I heard the streets wanna smoke me |
| Dog, I’m to lokey |
| It’s murda |
| I can’t stop (I can’t stop) |
| I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin) |
| Knowin this life I’m livin (Knowin this life I’m livin) |
| It’s either death or prison (It's either death or prison) |
| Hard livin |
| Word to god, Yeah |
| I was only twelve when I first went to jail |
| Locked up and sparked it, fucked up and heartless |
| My moms had a habit, heron and acid |
| A bad lil' basterd always needed my ass kicked |
| A five member family living in one room |
| Cookin on hot plates, eatin on plastic spoons |
| I don’t esagerate, or imaginate |
| I had to go to jail to graduate |
| Growin up in Foster homes, You Fosters own |
| I had to get up, get out and get my own |
| Niggas was throwin bricks I’m tossin stones |
| Then I floss the chrome, the boss is home |
| But the block is gone, the cops is wrong |
| Yellow got paralyzed, Little Jemel died |
| Put me in hell and I still rise |
| Put me in the chair I’ll fry |
| Do my whole twenty-five |
| I can’t stop (I can’t stop) |
| I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin) |
| Knowin this life I’m livin (Knowin this life I’m livin) |
| It’s either death or prison (It's either death or prison) |
| Hard livin |