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Текст песни JT the Bigga Figga - The Hard Way

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It`s a hot summer day in the year of 84`Fresh out of summer school headed for the storeWatchin the O.G.`s standing out gettin richSlangin the fat brown bags of the good shitDope is out but I really ain`t seen it thoughDope fiends smokin the shit by the corner storeBroke as fuck kinda bummy with nappy hairBut what can I say when a playa`s on welfareLife is hard and I`m only 13Always on a prowl, always on a schemeThere wasn`t nothin to do but have funWait for the dark then creep to EmporiumGet the T.I., get the Guess shirtsGet the fresh couch break for the turfDoin it boley never in fearGettin they punk ass for about a yearUntil I got called, went to the hallWritin on the wall, waitin for a hair callReleased to moms, what can I sayOff to Sears, the very next dayNow Sears is easier cuz it`s in the areaWalk to the back of the rack then carried theShit back to the stolen carDrive and park by the house is not too farMy gear was fat but still no money thoughTalked to my homey then got fronted soStackin my shit, hustlin cashGotta get out, gave him his halfHooked up with a friend oh we started boominThen we go to some O`s then I went soloStackin my pay gettin it onGot myself a beeper and a cellular phoneA donkey roll, a twenty-twoJumped on my bike, headed for schoolLocked up my shit, cuz the fools be gankinA young nigga pimpin that Benjamin FranklinSo I walked the halls, wishin the MerrierHooked up with a freak by the cafeteriaHair was long, pretty with buttI told the freak I was about to cutSo call me at eight and don`t be lateWhen I left the school there was a big mistakeSo I jumped on my bike and headed for the setWith a pocketful of rocks ah man I regretFor not stayin in school, for just doin my workGettin chased by the Task now I feel like a jerkSo I`m on the run and I better run fastCuz if I don`t they`re gonna beat my assHit a quick cut, run by the Ave.Go to the Valley you know I gotta laughJogged to the third floor runnin the dope spotA playa too quick a young brotha can`t get caughtBitch want credit better go to the bankThen my homey walked in with the straight-laced dankTwo young playas gettin high on the couchIn a spot, at a dope fiend`s houseTwo hours passed now it must be coolCuz I gotta make money fuck going back to schoolWrapped up for the crime now I gotta do timeBut when I`m out I`ll be back on the grindAll my homies kept flippin and the man kept trippinBut me JT, I`m a victim of the system Shit got thick but what can I sayIn the life of a player but that is the hard way(second verse)Now it`s 92`, as you can seeSo I gotta get paid from the R-A-PI was in the dope game now I`m in the rap gameBut I gotta get paid so fuck the fameI`m a tell ta, it goes somethin like thisBy any means necessary I`m gettin my gritsHere`s a little somethin by the manHe`s always schemin up a planAlways tryin to say which way is rightAlways tryin to force us to the way of lifeOf robbin, killin, straight dope dealinYoung niggas runnin around tryin to be villiansSo they offer us minimum wageKnowin damn well we`re gonna get the 12 gaugeTo go outside and pull a jack or a caperHopin that we make front page of the paperExtra extra, black brotha deadShot in the head by a cop named FredWhen you read the paper, you know it`s a damn lieTalk about justifiable homicideThen they say we no good at allAnd if we are, for just raps and basketballNiggas ain`t shit, niggas all lazyAll they do is fuck go to jail and have babiesShit, I`m not that niggaI`m JT the one and only Bigga FiggaThat`s one of the reasons why I`m doin my own thangNow I know you`ve heard the song, so mind your own maneAnd you`ll be fine and you be coolAnd all you young brothas, you better stay in schoolQuit runnin around tryin to be the neighborhood jackerBetter go to recess and eat some cheese and crackersBefore you find yourself layin up on a tombstoneGonna be there forever, cuz that is your homeNo more TV and no more NintendoNo more bikes and no more friends broYou better wake up before it`s too lateBefore you find yourself standin out in heaven`s gateCuz you tryin to get in but no my friendCuz ya die, or committed a sinTryin to peel a cap but ya got your cap peeledNow your mother`s outside wonderin why you got killedUse better judgment in the game you playIn the life of a black man but that is the hard way

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