| The streets lights are glowing, everyday’s another struggle
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| The moon is slowly and silent staring make it so my hustle is antite
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| The city streets is hectic gotta get it
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| Here the mall, ain’t a promise to me
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| So I don’t live and feel working til' I touch it, stack it until I need it
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| I spend it on what I want, re-up and that’s when I need
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| It’s over you never see me, it’s being salt as it’s lesser
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| The niggas straight out the gutta, murder without a question
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| Bodies in my surroundings, click-clack from downing
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| All they know is he missing when niggas ain’t never found him
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| Assaulting is the least, I don’t live it on rejects
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| I’m a muthafuckin' killer foreal with the same threat
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| I’m as gangsta as it gets and my advice for you is lay your life
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| Ya never know when niggas might hit you in the city lights
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| Get it right, ya never know when niggas might hit you in the city lights
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| Get it right (Get it right)
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| Born and raised on the North blocks, home of the hard-knocks
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| Wanna get rich, find a spot to pump that hard out
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| Might get robbed and shot if niggas don’t think you worthy
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| In my hood, I saw a lot of gangstas die early
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| Mama heart broke, and brother feel like he gotta fix it
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| So he loading up from straps, bout to hit it where they kick it
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| Got a first class ticket to the pen
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| Seventeen-years-old but up in that they all men
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| It’s just another day, one come out, another go in
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| It’s hard out here, you can’t even trust yo friends
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| They’ll have a nigga set up, whatever by the curb
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| It’s every man for self, oh you ain’t heard
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| I’m a muthafuckin' Hogg, survive through it all
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| Stand up tall, we don’t fall, naw
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| I been shot at but ain’t been shot
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| Been in plenty fight but ain’t been drop
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| Always came out on top like a hard-knock
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| Straight up
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| Yeah, these tattoo tears cover my face
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| My momma got mad at first but shit she know she may
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| I’m a G you gotta pray for me, it is what it is
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| Why these niggas out here playing, mayne this really my fear?
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| What’cha know about them late nights, no lights and no food?
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| No diapers for the baby’s, the house smell like boo-boo
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| Think of what’chu would do what I tell ya what I does
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| Walk straight up off the porch, now the Camus begun
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| My big brother on lock, so I starve his gut
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| He goin lead to where he at, I been in the going stuff for crack and that
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| Big homie knew I had it on my mind
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| He ain’t like it but it right that run it through my bloodline
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| He knew what he decline and what goin be hard for me to find
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| So he choose to put me down, and I got up on my grind
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| The dawg and you hoes say I’m glorifying crack
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| My momma lights off, the whole house pitch black, bitch!
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| Straight up
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Goin Hard , by - Slim Thug. Song from the album Welcome To Texas EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп