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Текст песни Black Child, D.O. Cannon, Young Merc - Hard Livin`

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[Merc]Yeah, yeah, uhYoung MercFor all my youg niggaz (All of my young niggaz)On the block, Naa mean (On the block)Going hard (Blow hard nigga)Yo I was raised in poverty (in poverty)Yeah, life was hardGrowin up `round, killaz and hust-lersI used ta, sit on the porchWatch pops smoke luportsTrying when he was going to get his next bag to snortI just sit back, deep in thought like (man)Wishin I had a plan to make him a better manBut I can`t, but that`s what made it worseThen I started smokin weed and hustlin workI turned to the streets, fifteen, mind on cashHighschool fliest nigga in the classWhy all y`all was studyin trying to passI was tryna, get the pass, to cut out and get assI was always ahead of my timeNeighbours in the hood said I be locked upOr dead by twenty-fiveBut still I, Ride, wit my head highKnowin I`m a young thug and I will survive[Chorus: Merc]I can`t stop (I can`t stop)I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin)It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison)Hard livin(Repeat Once)[D.O. Cannon]Uh, the ghettoWe prayin, LordAll of my thugs be given strengthPOV ShittyYou ain`t gotta show me love when I`m wearin the gloveAnd I just found out my man done chick slugsAnd my man rever diss touch downMeans alot of niggaz on the streets ain`t really gon eat right nowMan I`m so mad dog, I can`t tell you whyIf the Lord don`t bow down I`ll murder the damn skyI`m to hot for this shit, please calm me downI stay doing right, I stay doing wrongI stay huggin my moms I lost in eighty-nineI`m still bangin that nine I had since eighty-nineYou niggaz feelin my vibe?Man it`s hard to walk, man it`s hard to talkDog I keep quietCuz playas wear wires when we start to bring the riotI`m tired of this shit, take me nowI`m gon be back in a minute dog don`t hate me nowI heard the streets wanna smoke meDog, I`m to lokeyIt`s murda[Chorus: Merc]I can`t stop (I can`t stop)I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin)It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison)Hard livin(Repeat Once)[Black Child]Word to god, YeahI was only twelve when I first went to jailLocked up and sparked it, fucked up and heartlessMy moms had a habit, heron and acidA bad lil` basterd always needed my ass kickedA five member family living in one roomCookin on hot plates, eatin on plastic spoonsI don`t esagerate, or imaginateI had to go to jail to graduateGrowin up in Foster homes, You Fosters ownI had to get up, get out and get my ownNiggaz was throwin bricks I`m tossin stonesThen I floss the chrome, the boss is homeBut the block is gone, the cops is wrongYellow got paralyzed, Little Jemel diedPut me in hell and I still risePut me in the chair I`ll fryDo my whole twenty-five[Chorus: Merc]I can`t stop (I can`t stop)I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin)It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison)Hard livin(Repeat Once)

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