Big Tymers Featuring Juvenile And Lil Wayne Hard Life Lyrics

Hard Life Lyrics

[Baby]
For sure, lil' one
I know what you're goin' through to
shine
Niggas pullin' off all type of shit
But, look: if you don't know
what you're doin',
you'd better catch the sideline
Catch the
sideline

Nigga, the block look the same - it's just crack and
cocaine
Niggas losin' but we still maintainin'
Livin' life like a
penitentiary with a ki in my hand
Knockin' project bricks
Flippin'
chickens, and movin' out quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love slingin' this
white shit
S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops - we love that shit
'Bout
two-hundred thugs with this clique
We multiply everyday for the
bullshit
For the hood shit
Burned down buildin's ain't no good,
slick
Niggas pullin' auctions on they own cars to get money quick
Then 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
slabs
Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it

(Hook - 4x
[Juvenile])
It's a hard life we livin' - they 'bout they drama
We earn
stripes from killin' - attack like piranhas

[Lil'
Wayne]
Look
Look
On the streets it ain't sweet
They be (?)
It's
not a game, homeboy - this ain't the NFL
Him just (?) from rippin' with the
mid-deck twelve
Hit the block in twin-SL's, and spit at gals
You get
that, pal?
Once it's war, nigga, skip town
'Cause if I don't do it, be
swimmin' with fish, clown
Now, crack a whole chick down, sell it in
quarters
If the drama happen to hit town, I'm 'nappin' your daughter
If
the broad try to flip out, I'm cuttin' her water
If your boys try to help
out, I'm killin' they fathers
When and wherever
What and however - you
bring it good
I'll have your mom singin' "Hmmm hmm hmmm"
Cause nowadays
lot of niggas got coward ways
So I ride with K's to knock off the side of
heads
But I'm tryin' to stay man, I'm tryin' to stay focused
What I'm
tryin' to say we gon' bust it wide open!

(Hook - 4x
[Juvenile])

[Mannie Fresh]
What
What
Pimps, playas, riders,
rollers, hustlers
Gangstas, thugs, criminal motherfuckers
Hit it, quit
it, fuck it, leave it, flee
No evidence at your residence - that's
me
Black, ugly, mean, sheisty bastard
Preachers and teachers sayin', "I'm
surprised you lasted."
Guns, drugs, bitches hot sex
Weed, crack, heroin -
what's next?
Feds, cops, killers politicians
Hookers, hoes, (?) all on
missions
Crooks, mayors, presidents, and leaders
N-double-A-CP, rednecks,
and meat beaters
Mommas, baby-mommas, aunties and cousins
Scatter sites,
knocked-out lights, projects by the dump
And cars, broads, murders ghetto
life
I went through all that shit
for platinum ringers and a little bit
of ice

(Hook - 4x [Juvenile])

[Juvenile]
I've been
blessed
I thank the Lord everyday
for gettin' me from 'round these devils
in these dark hallways
How the fuck you gonna help me when I don't
care?
Niggas see me front it all - they just look and stare
And talk
about how it should be and how it could be
Bentley in my basement - ain't
nobody understood me
Take care of your people like you take care of your
kids
'Cause money ain't shit when you don't know how to live
And niggas
gon' pretend to be your friend when they ain't
You expect 'em to be there
until the end, but they can't
Now, how many of you can say you're a real
nigga?
Play the Prowler, but scared to go in the field with ya
You gon'
know your nigga - he gon' be there, still with ya
Whether if it's talkin' or
slingin' the steal with ya
Don't answer nobody questions
Gotta turn to the
Lord with a confession

(Hook - 4x [Juvenile])
It's a hard life we
livin' - 'cause they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes from killin' - attack
like piranhas