Big Tymers - Hard Life lyrics

[Baby] For sure, lil' one I know what you're goin' through to shine n***as pullin' off all type of sh** But, look: if you don't know what you're doin', you'd better catch the sideline Catch the sideline n***a, the block look the same - it's just crack and c**aine n***as 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 sh** S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops - we love that sh** 'Bout two-hundred thugs with this clique We multiply everyday for the bullsh** For the hood sh** Burned down buildin's ain't no good, slick n***as pullin' auctions on they own cars to get money quick Then we dippin' and dabbin' Goin' back to the labbin' Lil' n***as 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 [Chorus - 4x (Juvenile)] It's a hard life we livin' - they 'bout they drama We earn stripes from k**in' - 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, n***a, 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 k**in' 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 n***as 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! [Chorus - 4x (Juvenile)] [Mannie Fresh] What What Pimps, playas, riders, rollers, hustlers Gangstas, thugs, criminal motherf**ers Hit it, quit it, f** it, leave it, flee No evidence at your residence - that's me Black, ugly, mean, sheisty ba*tard Preachers and teachers sayin', "I'm surprised you lasted." Guns, d**, b**hes hot s** Weed, crack, h**n - what's next? Feds, cops, k**ers 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 sh** for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice [Chorus - 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 f** you gonna help me when I don't care? n***as 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 sh** when you don't know how to live And n***as 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 n***a? Play the Prowler, but scared to go in the field with ya You gon' know your n***a - 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 [Chorus - 4x (Juvenile)]