Текст песни Big Tymers f Lil` Wayne, Juvenile - Hard Life
Big Tymers f Lil` Wayne, Juvenile - Hard Life слова песни
[Baby]For sure, lil` oneI know what you`re goin` through to shineNiggas pullin` off all type of shitBut, look: if you don`t know what you`re doin`, you`d better catch the sidelineCatch the sidelineNigga, the block look the same - it`s just crack and cocaineNiggas losin` but we still maintainin`Livin` life like a penitentiary with a ki in my handKnockin` project bricksFlippin` chickens, and movin` out quickHard-hustlin` `cause we love slingin` this white shitS.S., Monte Carlo`s, hard-tops - we love that shit`Bout two-hundred thugs with this cliqueWe multiply everyday for the bullshitFor the hood shitBurned down buildin`s ain`t no good, slickNiggas pullin` auctions on they own cars to get money quickThen 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 slabsSay, lil` wodie, I gots to have it(Hook - 4x [Juvenile])It`s a hard life we livin` - they `bout they dramaWe earn stripes from killin` - attack like piranhas[Lil` Wayne]LookLookOn the streets it ain`t sweetThey be (?)It`s not a game, homeboy - this ain`t the NFLHim just (?) from rippin` with the mid-deck twelveHit the block in twin-SL`s, and spit at galsYou get that, pal?Once it`s war, nigga, skip town`Cause if I don`t do it, be swimmin` with fish, clownNow, crack a whole chick down, sell it in quartersIf the drama happen to hit town, I`m `nappin` your daughterIf the broad try to flip out, I`m cuttin` her waterIf your boys try to help out, I`m killin` they fathersWhen and whereverWhat and however - you bring it goodI`ll have your mom singin` "Hmmm hmm hmmm"Cause nowadays lot of niggas got coward waysSo I ride with K`s to knock off the side of headsBut I`m tryin` to stay man, I`m tryin` to stay focusedWhat I`m tryin` to say we gon` bust it wide open!(Hook - 4x [Juvenile])[Mannie Fresh]WhatWhatPimps, playas, riders, rollers, hustlersGangstas, thugs, criminal motherfuckersHit it, quit it, fuck it, leave it, fleeNo evidence at your residence - that`s meBlack, ugly, mean, sheisty bastardPreachers and teachers sayin`, "I`m surprised you lasted."Guns, drugs, bitches hot sexWeed, crack, heroin - what`s next?Feds, cops, killers politiciansHookers, hoes, (?) all on missionsCrooks, mayors, presidents, and leadersN-double-A-CP, rednecks, and meat beatersMommas, baby-mommas, aunties and cousinsScatter sites, knocked out lights, projects by the dozensAnd cars, broads, murders ghetto lifeI went through all that shit for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice(Hook - 4x [Juvenile])[Juvenile]I`ve been blessedI thank the Lord everydayfor gettin` me from `round these devils in these dark hallwaysHow the fuck you gonna help me when I don`t care?Niggas see me front it all - they just look and stareAnd talk about how it should be and how it could beBentley in my basement - ain`t nobody understood meTake care of your people like you take care of your kids`Cause money ain`t shit when you don`t know how to liveAnd niggas gon` pretend to be your friend when they ain`tYou expect `em to be there until the end, but they can`tNow, how many of you can say you`re a real nigga?Play the Prowler, but scared to go in the field with yaYou gon` know your nigga - he gon` be there, still with yaWhether if it`s talkin` or slingin` the steal with yaDon`t answer nobody questionsGotta turn to the Lord with a confession(Hook - 4x [Juvenile])It`s a hard life we livin` - `cause they `bout they dramaWe earn stripes from killin` - attack like piranhas