Hard Life - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Hard Life - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Big Tymers |
| Artist | Juvenile |
| Artist | Lil Wayne |
| Album | I Got That Work |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| (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! | |
| (Hook - 4x [Juvenile]) | |
| [Mannie Fresh] | |
| What | |
| What | |
| Pimps, playas, riders, rollers, hustlers | |
| Gangstas, thugs, criminal mother****ers | |
| Hit it, quit it, **** 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 **** 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 |
| 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 | |
| Hardhustlin' ' cause we love slingin' this white shit | |
| S. S., Monte Carlo' s, hardtops we love that shit | |
| ' Bout twohundred 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 brickandhalfin' | |
| Chargin' them young g' s ten G' s for cookin' they slabs | |
| Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it | |
| 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 middeck twelve | |
| Hit the block in twinSL' 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! | |
| Hook 4x Juvenile | |
| Mannie Fresh | |
| What | |
| What | |
| Pimps, playas, riders, rollers, hustlers | |
| Gangstas, thugs, criminal mother ers | |
| Hit it, quit it, 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 | |
| NdoubleACP, rednecks, and meat beaters | |
| Mommas, babymommas, aunties and cousins | |
| Scatter sites, knockedout 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 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 |
| 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 | |
| Hardhustlin' ' cause we love slingin' this white shit | |
| S. S., Monte Carlo' s, hardtops we love that shit | |
| ' Bout twohundred 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 brickandhalfin' | |
| Chargin' them young g' s ten G' s for cookin' they slabs | |
| Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it | |
| 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 middeck twelve | |
| Hit the block in twinSL' 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! | |
| Hook 4x Juvenile | |
| Mannie Fresh | |
| What | |
| What | |
| Pimps, playas, riders, rollers, hustlers | |
| Gangstas, thugs, criminal mother ers | |
| Hit it, quit it, 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 | |
| NdoubleACP, rednecks, and meat beaters | |
| Mommas, babymommas, aunties and cousins | |
| Scatter sites, knockedout 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 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 |
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