Hard Times Lyrics - Repentance - Esham

(Esham) 

For the suckas that hate me 

Keep my gun up off safety, while you acting all shady 

Baby, that's where the snakes be 

Three-one-three, D-E-T, 7 M-I-L-E 

Oozi still in my pelli 

Its Esham, not Alizam 

Butter man, bitch swearing hard out the gutter lane 

Run tell your mother man, the mothafucking cutter man 

It's just another mothafucking brother struggling 

"UH" one time for Biggie 

"UH UH UH" three times for Pac, and it don't stop 

When I set up shop, I bought my glock fresh up out the box 

Up out the plastic, situations drastic 

Don't fuck around and get stretched like elastic 

Once the glock Austria seventeen blasted 

I put the bastard in his casket 

Now they wrapping another up in plastic 

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Trying to get mine 

Steady with the nine 

Steady on the grind, hard times 

And I'm trying to get mine 

Trying to get mine 

Steady with the nine 

Steady on the grind, hard times 

And I'm steady with the nine 

Trying to get mine 

Steady with the nine 

Steady on the grind, hard times 

And I'm steady on the grind 

Trying to get mine 

Steady with the nine 

Steady on the grind, hard times 

Hard times 

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(Violent J) 

Hard times 

I found a dead body on the way to school 

I told nobody about it, man I thought it was cool 

I went and visited it, and talked with it, made it my friend 

Until it smelled so fucking bad I couldn't handle it man 

My daddy was a hard worker, always hussling change 

Because he drank so much, I think he drowned his brain 

The only time we ever spoke was when he was beating my ass 

He slapped my momma up, and grabbed her purse and dipped in for cash 

It don't stop, tick tock until the break of dawn 

A crooked-ass pig-cop I'm quick to break your arm 

I climbed up into a tree at five-thirty AM 

I'm hunting hay-am, pig skinner good god damn 

Somebody tried to kill me, but they missed, and pissed 

The shit they ass when the black glass hollowtips hissed 

And I blew his head clean off, his hat landed on his neck 

And I thought, "Look at that" 

Hard times 

Trying to get mine 

Steady with the nine 

Steady on the grind, hard times 

And I'm trying to get mine 

Trying to get mine 

Steady with the nine 

Steady on the grind, hard times 

And I'm steady with the nine 

Trying to get mine 

Steady with the nine 

Steady on the grind, hard times 

And I'm steady on the grind 

Trying to get mine 

Steady with the nine 

Steady on the grind, hard times 

Hard times 

(Shaggy 2 Dope) 

Marinating with my forearms hanging out the jail bars 

Bitch, I ain't no Mel Fahr 

I ain't no superstar 

But nonetheless, he in a cell right next to me 

I seen him selling hot cars on this lot right on Court TV 

So I sit back on my slab thinking "What the fuck?" 

Toilet paper roll for a pillow, "How'd I get locked up?" 

Was it the stalking, or maybe the murders? 

Oh shit, maybe the booty stabbing of Kim Mathers? 

Naw, it couldn't be, she was cool with that shit 

On top of that, when I pulled out, she sucked on my dick (Illlll!) 

Could it have been the gat in my sock? (Nah) 

Could it been the block getting hot? (Nah) 

Could it be about the snitch getting caught? (Nah) 

Could it have been about stinking body rot? (Yeah!) 

I could of killed or I could of killed time 

But I chose number one, now I'm doing hard time 

Trying to get mine 

Steady with the nine 

Steady on the grind, hard times 

And I'm trying to get mine 

Trying to get mine 

Steady with the nine 

Steady on the grind, hard times 

And I'm steady with the nine 

Trying to get mine 

Steady with the nine 

Steady on the grind, hard times 

And I'm steady on the grind 

Trying to get mine 

Steady with the nine 

Steady on the grind, hard times 

Hard times