Big Tymers Hard Life(feat Lil` Wayne Juvenile Lyrics

Hard Life(feat Lil` Wayne Juvenile 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