Black Child Do Cannon Young Merc Hard Livin` Lyrics

Hard Livin` Lyrics

[Merc]



Yeah, yeah, uh



Young Merc



For 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 hard



Growin up 'round, killaz and hust-lers



I used ta, sit on the porch



Watch pops smoke luports



Trying when he was going to get his next bag to snort



I just sit back, deep in thought like (man)



Wishin I had a plan to make him a better man



But I can't, but that's what made it worse



Then I started smokin weed and hustlin work



I turned to the streets, fifteen, mind on cash



Highschool fliest nigga in the class



Why all y'all was studyin trying to pass



I was tryna, get the pass, to cut out and get ass



I was always ahead of my time



Neighbours in the hood said I be locked up



Or dead by twenty-five



But still I, Ride, wit my head high



Knowin 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 ghetto



We prayin, Lord



All of my thugs be given strength



POV Shitty



You ain't gotta show me love when I'm wearin the glove



And I just found out my man done chick slugs



And my man rever diss touch down



Means alot of niggaz on the streets ain't really gon eat right now



Man I'm so mad dog, I can't tell you why



If the Lord don't bow down I'll murder the damn sky



I'm to hot for this shit, please calm me down



I stay doing right, I stay doing wrong



I stay huggin my moms I lost in eighty-nine



I'm still bangin that nine I had since eighty-nine



You niggaz feelin my vibe?



Man it's hard to walk, man it's hard to talk



Dog I keep quiet



Cuz playas wear wires when we start to bring the riot



I'm tired of this shit, take me now



I'm gon be back in a minute dog don't hate me now



I heard the streets wanna smoke me



Dog, I'm to lokey



It'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, Yeah



I was only twelve when I first went to jail



Locked up and sparked it, fucked up and heartless



My moms had a habit, heron and acid



A bad lil' basterd always needed my ass kicked



A five member family living in one room



Cookin on hot plates, eatin on plastic spoons



I don't esagerate, or imaginate



I had to go to jail to graduate



Growin up in Foster homes, You Fosters own



I had to get up, get out and get my own



Niggaz was throwin bricks I'm tossin stones



Then I floss the chrome, the boss is home



But the block is gone, the cops is wrong



Yellow got paralyzed, Little Jemel died



Put me in hell and I still rise



Put me in the chair I'll fry



Do 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)