Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hard Way, artist - JT The Bigga Figga. Album song Don't Stop Til We Major, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.09.1996
Record label: Get Low
Song language: English
The Hard Way |
It’s a hot summer day in the year of 84' |
Fresh out of summer school headed for the store |
Watchin the O.G.'s standing out gettin rich |
Slangin the fat brown bags of the good shit |
Dope is out but I really ain’t seen it though |
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store |
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with nappy hair |
But what can I say when a playa’s on welfare |
Life is hard and I’m only 13 |
Always on a prowl, always on a scheme |
There wasn’t nothin to do but have fun |
Wait for the dark then creep to Emporium |
Get the T.I., get the Guess shirts |
Get the fresh couch break for the turf |
Doin it boley never in fear |
Gettin they punk ass for about a year |
Until I got called, went to the hall |
Writin on the wall, waitin for a hair call |
Released to moms, what can I say |
Off to Sears, the very next day |
Now Sears is easier cuz it’s in the area |
Walk to the back of the rack then carried the |
Shit back to the stolen car |
Drive and park by the house is not too far |
My gear was fat but still no money though |
Talked to my homey then got fronted so |
Stackin my shit, hustlin cash |
Gotta get out, gave him his half |
Hooked up with a friend oh we started boomin |
Then we go to some O’s then I went solo |
Stackin my pay gettin it on |
Got myself a beeper and a cellular phone |
A donkey roll, a twenty-two |
Jumped on my bike, headed for school |
Locked up my shit, cuz the fools be gankin |
A young nigga pimpin that Benjamin Franklin |
So I walked the halls, wishin the Merrier |
Hooked up with a freak by the cafeteria |
Hair was long, pretty with butt |
I told the freak I was about to cut |
So call me at eight and don’t be late |
When I left the school there was a big mistake |
So I jumped on my bike and headed for the set |
With a pocketful of rocks ah man I regret |
For not stayin in school, for just doin my work |
Gettin chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk |
So I’m on the run and I better run fast |
Cuz if I don’t they’re gonna beat my ass |
Hit a quick cut, run by the Ave. |
Go to the Valley you know I gotta laugh |
Jogged to the third floor runnin the dope spot |
A playa too quick a young brotha can’t get caught |
Bitch want credit better go to the bank |
Then my homey walked in with the straight-laced dank |
Two young playas gettin high on the couch |
In a spot, at a dope fiend’s house |
Two hours passed now it must be cool |