| It’s a hot summer day in the year of 84'
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| Fresh out of summer school headed for the store
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| Watchin the O.G.'s standing out gettin rich
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| Slangin the fat brown bags of the good shit
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| Dope is out but I really ain’t seen it though
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| Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
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| Broke as fuck kinda bummy with nappy hair
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| But what can I say when a playa’s on welfare
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| Life is hard and I’m only 13
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| Always on a prowl, always on a scheme
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| There wasn’t nothin to do but have fun
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| Wait for the dark then creep to Emporium
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| Get the T.I., get the Guess shirts
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| Get the fresh couch break for the turf
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| Doin it boley never in fear
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| Gettin they punk ass for about a year
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| Until I got called, went to the hall
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| Writin on the wall, waitin for a hair call
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| Released to moms, what can I say
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| Off to Sears, the very next day
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| Now Sears is easier cuz it’s in the area
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| Walk to the back of the rack then carried the
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| Shit back to the stolen car
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| Drive and park by the house is not too far
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| My gear was fat but still no money though
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| Talked to my homey then got fronted so
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| Stackin my shit, hustlin cash
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| Gotta get out, gave him his half
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| Hooked up with a friend oh we started boomin
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| Then we go to some O’s then I went solo
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| Stackin my pay gettin it on
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| Got myself a beeper and a cellular phone
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| A donkey roll, a twenty-two
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| Jumped on my bike, headed for school
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| Locked up my shit, cuz the fools be gankin
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| A young nigga pimpin that Benjamin Franklin
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| So I walked the halls, wishin the Merrier
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| Hooked up with a freak by the cafeteria
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| Hair was long, pretty with butt
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| I told the freak I was about to cut
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| So call me at eight and don’t be late
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| When I left the school there was a big mistake
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| So I jumped on my bike and headed for the set
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| With a pocketful of rocks ah man I regret
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| For not stayin in school, for just doin my work
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| Gettin chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk
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| So I’m on the run and I better run fast
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| Cuz if I don’t they’re gonna beat my ass
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| Hit a quick cut, run by the Ave.
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| Go to the Valley you know I gotta laugh
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| Jogged to the third floor runnin the dope spot
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| A playa too quick a young brotha can’t get caught
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| Bitch want credit better go to the bank
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| Then my homey walked in with the straight-laced dank
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| Two young playas gettin high on the couch
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| In a spot, at a dope fiend’s house
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| Two hours passed now it must be cool |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Hard Way , by - JT The Bigga Figga. Song from the album Don't Stop Til We Major, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп