| Song | Life Ain't Hard |
| Artist | Bad Azz |
| Album | Personal Business (Explicit) |
| 作曲 : Hutton, Stamps | |
| (feat. Blaqthoven, Jelly Roll) | |
| (Chorus: Blaqthoven) | |
| Life, Life ain't hard, but it ain't easy, damn sure ain't easy hey | |
| Life, Life ain't hard, but it ain't easy, damn sure ain't easy hey | |
| (Bad Azz) | |
| The world built like a jail, Long Beach ain't nothin but a cell | |
| Today's paper read, "Four injured, Two killed" that's real | |
| Life ain't gettin no longer, Let's get it poppin here | |
| Really though, Just like the song is | |
| In life, it ain't nothin I fear | |
| With young rapper got millionaires stealing my lyrics | |
| That's the truth, In all of this essence | |
| And what's a few Gs? Please when you're rich with more blessings | |
| I don't trip, What comes around, goes around again | |
| Like I own the car of the trunk that they found you in | |
| And ain't no tellin like Jack told Helen | |
| They'll sell you a key, but not to open the door to heaven | |
| You was talkin to the judge, when it could have been the revern | |
| Tell him, you should have been free, it could have been me | |
| What would it have tooked for us to see that life ain't easy | |
| Believe me | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Bad Azz) | |
| Life will throw you a job, know you've been robbed | |
| And purposely leave you, stuck when you're down on your luck | |
| Life will lock you in the cell, prayin to heaven just to get out of hell | |
| It seems to be to me it ain't no way out | |
| Life will break a nigga, pickin up the pieces, ain't the easiest | |
| I wake up every day just knowin there some Gs to get the gang | |
| Cop a few, watch out for the obstacles | |
| Trippin off the politics | |
| Wondering what the cops is doin and they just chillin there and lock me up | |
| My homie was scared, he from them, and they just shot him up | |
| He didn't die, but he cried through the stress | |
| and that's a real hard way to learn a lesson | |
| Yes, indeed it hurts to bleed | |
| You've gotta be as strong as Hercules to deal with this | |
| and don't get killed with this | |
| Cause you know that'll hurt ya mothers heart | |
| and where do we go after we done torn our earth apart singin | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Bad Azz) | |
| I'm just here, Tryin to maintain | |
| I let the good times be the medicine for the pain cause life's a headache | |
| I have you bed sick or even dead quick | |
| Cause doctor said to think straight, you need you're head kicked | |
| Left the hospital with stitches, walk and feel like its over like | |
| What could be worse then the police pull us over | |
| Resist the trip and ask the cops | |
| Why you stoppin us? Shouldn't you been lookin for the trench coat mafia? | |
| He say we look like the type to blast and get popular | |
| Na, we love life more than that, and God's watchin us | |
| It's hard enough for what's up, like for havin nigga ?? up | |
| Livin out his truck | |
| And some times it hurts to live | |
| Doin all this work to live, just to die | |
| I hope my life is justified | |
| I know I'm breathin for a reason, maybe even a purpose | |
| So don't live like you're life is worthless | |
| (Chorus x2) |
| zuò qǔ : Hutton, Stamps | |
| feat. Blaqthoven, Jelly Roll | |
| Chorus: Blaqthoven | |
| Life, Life ain' t hard, but it ain' t easy, damn sure ain' t easy hey | |
| Life, Life ain' t hard, but it ain' t easy, damn sure ain' t easy hey | |
| Bad Azz | |
| The world built like a jail, Long Beach ain' t nothin but a cell | |
| Today' s paper read, " Four injured, Two killed" that' s real | |
| Life ain' t gettin no longer, Let' s get it poppin here | |
| Really though, Just like the song is | |
| In life, it ain' t nothin I fear | |
| With young rapper got millionaires stealing my lyrics | |
| That' s the truth, In all of this essence | |
| And what' s a few Gs? Please when you' re rich with more blessings | |
| I don' t trip, What comes around, goes around again | |
| Like I own the car of the trunk that they found you in | |
| And ain' t no tellin like Jack told Helen | |
| They' ll sell you a key, but not to open the door to heaven | |
| You was talkin to the judge, when it could have been the revern | |
| Tell him, you should have been free, it could have been me | |
| What would it have tooked for us to see that life ain' t easy | |
| Believe me | |
| Chorus | |
| Bad Azz | |
| Life will throw you a job, know you' ve been robbed | |
| And purposely leave you, stuck when you' re down on your luck | |
| Life will lock you in the cell, prayin to heaven just to get out of hell | |
| It seems to be to me it ain' t no way out | |
| Life will break a nigga, pickin up the pieces, ain' t the easiest | |
| I wake up every day just knowin there some Gs to get the gang | |
| Cop a few, watch out for the obstacles | |
| Trippin off the politics | |
| Wondering what the cops is doin and they just chillin there and lock me up | |
| My homie was scared, he from them, and they just shot him up | |
| He didn' t die, but he cried through the stress | |
| and that' s a real hard way to learn a lesson | |
| Yes, indeed it hurts to bleed | |
| You' ve gotta be as strong as Hercules to deal with this | |
| and don' t get killed with this | |
| Cause you know that' ll hurt ya mothers heart | |
| and where do we go after we done torn our earth apart singin | |
| Chorus | |
| Bad Azz | |
| I' m just here, Tryin to maintain | |
| I let the good times be the medicine for the pain cause life' s a headache | |
| I have you bed sick or even dead quick | |
| Cause doctor said to think straight, you need you' re head kicked | |
| Left the hospital with stitches, walk and feel like its over like | |
| What could be worse then the police pull us over | |
| Resist the trip and ask the cops | |
| Why you stoppin us? Shouldn' t you been lookin for the trench coat mafia? | |
| He say we look like the type to blast and get popular | |
| Na, we love life more than that, and God' s watchin us | |
| It' s hard enough for what' s up, like for havin nigga nbsp?? up | |
| Livin out his truck | |
| And some times it hurts to live | |
| Doin all this work to live, just to die | |
| I hope my life is justified | |
| I know I' m breathin for a reason, maybe even a purpose | |
| So don' t live like you' re life is worthless | |
| Chorus x2 |