Hard Life Lyrics - I Got That Work - Big Tymers

[Baby] 

For sure, lil' one 

I know what you're goin' through to shine 

Niggas pullin' off all type of shit 

But, look: if you don't know what you're doin', 

you'd better catch the sideline 

Catch the sideline 

Nigga, the block look the same - it's just crack and cocaine 

Niggas losin' but we still maintainin' 

Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand 

Knockin' project bricks 

Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick 

Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love slingin' this white shit 

S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops - we love that shit 

'Bout two-hundred thugs with this clique 

We multiply everyday for the bullshit 

For the hood shit 

Burned down buildin's ain't no good, slick 

Niggas pullin' auctions on they own cars to get money quick 

Then we dippin' and dabbin' 

Goin' back to the labbin' 

Lil' niggas payin' me for cookin' they slabbin' 

Cook a brick and make it out a brick-and-halfin' 

Chargin' them young g's ten G's for cookin' they slabs 

Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it 

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(Hook - 4x [Juvenile]) 

It's a hard life we livin' - they 'bout they drama 

We earn stripes from killin' - attack like piranhas 

[Lil' Wayne] 

Look 

Look 

On the streets it ain't sweet 

They be (?) 

It's not a game, homeboy - this ain't the NFL 

Him just (?) from rippin' with the mid-deck twelve 

Hit the block in twin-SL's, and spit at gals 

You get that, pal? 

Once it's war, nigga, skip town 

'Cause if I don't do it, be swimmin' with fish, clown 

Now, crack a whole chick down, sell it in quarters 

If the drama happen to hit town, I'm 'nappin' your daughter 

If the broad try to flip out, I'm cuttin' her water 

If your boys try to help out, I'm killin' they fathers 

When and wherever 

What and however - you bring it good 

I'll have your mom singin' "Hmmm hmm hmmm" 

Cause nowadays lot of niggas got coward ways 

So I ride with K's to knock off the side of heads 

But I'm tryin' to stay man, I'm tryin' to stay focused 

What I'm tryin' to say we gon' bust it wide open! 

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(Hook - 4x [Juvenile]) 

[Mannie Fresh] 

What 

What 

Pimps, playas, riders, rollers, hustlers 

Gangstas, thugs, criminal motherfuckers 

Hit it, quit it, fuck it, leave it, flee 

No evidence at your residence - that's me 

Black, ugly, mean, sheisty bastard 

Preachers and teachers sayin', "I'm surprised you lasted." 

Guns, drugs, bitches hot sex 

Weed, crack, heroin - what's next? 

Feds, cops, killers politicians 

Hookers, hoes, (?) all on missions 

Crooks, mayors, presidents, and leaders 

N-double-A-CP, rednecks, and meat beaters 

Mommas, baby-mommas, aunties and cousins 

Scatter sites, knocked-out lights, projects by the dump 

And cars, broads, murders ghetto life 

I went through all that shit 

for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice 

(Hook - 4x [Juvenile]) 

[Juvenile] 

I've been blessed 

I thank the Lord everyday 

for gettin' me from 'round these devils in these dark hallways 

How the fuck you gonna help me when I don't care? 

Niggas see me front it all - they just look and stare 

And talk about how it should be and how it could be 

Bentley in my basement - ain't nobody understood me 

Take care of your people like you take care of your kids 

'Cause money ain't shit when you don't know how to live 

And niggas gon' pretend to be your friend when they ain't 

You expect 'em to be there until the end, but they can't 

Now, how many of you can say you're a real nigga? 

Play the Prowler, but scared to go in the field with ya 

You gon' know your nigga - he gon' be there, still with ya 

Whether if it's talkin' or slingin' the steal with ya 

Don't answer nobody questions 

Gotta turn to the Lord with a confession 

(Hook - 4x [Juvenile]) 

It's a hard life we livin' - 'cause they 'bout they drama 

We earn stripes from killin' - attack like piranhas