Текст песни Esham f ICP - Hard Times
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[Esham]For the suckas that hate meKeep my gun up off safety, while you actin all shadyBaby, thats where the snakes beThree-one-three, D-E-T, 7 M-I-L-EOozi still in my pelliIt`s Esham, not AlizamButter man, bitch swearing hard out the gutta laneRun tell your mother man, the motherfucking cutter manIts just another mothafucking brother strugglin"UH" one time for Biggie"UH UH UH" three times for Pac, and it don`t stopWhen I set up shop, I bought my glock fresh up out the boxUp out the plastic, situations drasticDon`t fuck around and get stretched like elasticOnce the glock Austria seventeen blastedI put the bastard in his casketNow they wrapping another up in plastic[Chorus]Tryin to get mine, steady with the nineSteady on the grind, hard times (and I`m tryin to get mine)Tryin to get mine, steady with the nineSteady on the grind, hard times (and I`m steady with the nine)Tryin to get mine, steady with the nineSteady on the grind, hard times (and I`m steady on the grind)Tryin to get mine, steady with the nineSteady on the grind, hard times (hard times)[Violent J]Hard timesI found a dead body on the way to schoolI told nobody `bout it, man I thought it was coolI went and visited it, and talked with it, made it my friendUntil it smelled so fuckin bad I couldnt handle it manMy daddy was a hard worker, always hussling changeBecause he drank so much, I think he drowned his brainThe only time we ever spoke was when he was beating my assHe slapped my momma up, and grabbed her purse and dipped in for cashIt don`t stop, tick tock until the break of dawnA crooked-ass pig-cop I`m quick to break your armI climbed up into a tree at five-thirty AMI`m huntin hay-am, pig-skinner good god damnSomebody tried to kill me, but they missed, and pissedThe shit they ass when the black glass hollowtips hissedAnd I blew his head clean off, his hat landed on his neckAnd I thought, "Look at that"Hard times[Chorus][Shaggy 2 Dope]Marinating with my forearms hanging out the jail barsBitch, I ain`t no Mel Fahr, I ain`t no superstarBut nontheless, he in a cell right next to meI seen him sellin hot cars on this lot right on Court TVSo I sit back on my slab thinking "What the fuck?"Toilet paper roll for a pillow, "How`d I get locked up?"Was it the stalking, or maybe the murders?Oh shit, maybe the booty-stabbing of Kim Mathers?Naw, it couldn`t be, she was cool with that shitOn top of that, when I pulled out, she sucked on my dick (ewww!)Could it have been the gat in my sock? (Nah!)Could it been the block getting hot? (Nah!)Could it be about the snitch getting caught? (Nah!)Could it have been about stinkin body rot? (Yeah!)I could`ve killed or I could`ve killed timeBut I chose number one, now I`m doin hard time[Chorus]