Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Times (feat. Trae of Guerilla Maab), artist - Z-Ro. Album song Z-ro, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.04.2004
Record label: KMJ - SoSouth
Song language: English
Hard Times (feat. Trae of Guerilla Maab) |
Hard times, look over your peoples cause everybody dying |
Osama Bin Loden is dropping bombs man, in a situation like this |
How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga |
This is hard times, like its so much gun smoke and see the stars shine |
We living on dreams but is they coming true, what I’m gonna do |
Make a million and pull a stunt or two, a stunt or two |
Step into the world of a mob nigga, live in so much pain |
The rain steady pumping me up, locked down on hard times |
But I’m knowing that I gotta make it, running on my deadline |
Giving out flat lines, cause if you think that I’m feeling |
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain |
Its like everything that I had, it won’t ever be the same |
I feel I’m sicking home the cemetery |
Cause that’s where all of my people rest |
I can’t take the stress, I’m fin to send it through somebody chest |
That’s why I walk around pissed off, strapped with a vest |
I done been through a lot, ready to release the Glock |
Vicinities South, a brother on my Dickie, I be ready to ride |
And I’m sick of this shit, I ain’t fin to be hiding out, lately |
Street life’s got a nigga lost, will I wind up in a coffin |
I don’t know, I’m about to blow, I don’t wanna take no mo' |
But when I bust in a rush, you better hit the flow |
Reality is a motherfucker, that’s what they was telling a nigga |
That’s just the truth, I lost my nigga Screw |
And Relay too and Andrew, now what about Danny Boo |
That’s fucked up, growing up in a childhood all alone with nobody |
No mama no daddy, Z-Ro I see why these niggas can’t relate to us |
Cause we them thugs of another kind |
Making these niggas feel us two rhymes |
Cause if they lived the life that we live |
They’d probably be broke down, crying and dying |
Living in the ghetto, everyday is a motherfucking test |
And I just can’t rest, gotta keep a vest around my chest |
Seem like everybody wanna start a little plex |
Nigga but not me though, I’m trying to focus |
On bigger and brighter thangs |
Steady trying to come out the storm |
From hurricanes, to heaven and lighter rain |
Running away from the police |
Nigga fuck peace, its all about war |
Nothing but a AK and a HK and a Tommy Gun |
Sitting in the back of the car, I just can’t cope |
Everybody is a suspect, even if you don’t bust I’ma bust back |
We down to ride and, all you little |
Bitches and niggas get off my nut sack |
Been 18 lonely years, since I buried my T Jones |
When I be shooting the breeze |
But I’m still conversating like she ain’t gone |
You can take a look at this light of mine |
Never did glimmer, never did shine |
Cause I resort to a life of crime |
And I know I’m wrong, but I gotta get mine |
Fools don’t understand me, a nigga be nervous 24/7 |
Puffing on sticky, eyes redder than period candy |
Look at my pockets, I might as well stop it |
Because them hoes on flat, look in the freezer |
And a sive, ain’t nothing but a stomach, these are hard times |
Ro pass me the AK, one of these niggas |
Fin to pay for everything that I’m feeling, ain’t no more healing |
To the head with lead, is the only thing I’ma be drilling |
My nigga this hard times, and the way that it look |
I don’t think that it’s gonna get better, the only thing that’s here |
Is to suck it up, inside I know that’s why we not giving a fuck |
Ready to bust, on anything this life feeling, like we on our last breath |
I’m quiet as kept, my nigga don’t start |
Or else somebody gon see they death |
Or hate us like that, but this side of Trae it be like that all times |
The only thing that I know more than pain, is pain and me never dying |
Poverty stricken and headed to prison |
Running because of the life, you looking for codeine |
Or amphetamines, I got em at the cheapest price |
Living by the rules of the street life, fin to get niggas |
Better beat the street light home, after dark I par-park |
Everybody be tripping, attempting to get rich |
Dig a bigger ditch bitch bleed, I’m a motherfucking man |
Trying to do all that I can, I always held my ground |
And I never ran, got shot for taking a stand |
I need a plexing, because I’m stressing, losing my mind |
Smoking wesson, my head I’m pressing, hard times |