Hard Times Lyrics

Hard Times lyrics

Geah, we in the muthafuckin house



Eihthype in the muthafuckin house bitch, for the 94



Ain't no love ho, uh



And right about now Niggas On The Run in the muthafuckin house



Lil Hawk'n Bird in the muthafuckin house



Half Ounce in this bitch, you know I'm sayin'?



And this how we gon' do this for all the Compton homies







Niggas back the fuck up and let me get down



Another O.G. from the Compton town



Uh, so put yo' gun down, run up fool



And as you procede to run get that with the tool



It's Mc Eiht so what's up with that?



Ratta-tat-tat from the stolen gat



Uh, my nigga fuckin' Hawk & Bird got the Mac-10



Eihthype quick to do that ass in



Living in the street where we slang that cavi



Fool if you don't know, it's Compton - Cali



Hood rats tryin' to scheme on my riches



Hit the pussy and dash, fuck you bitches



Gotta watch out for the schemin' cops



Car jacking and macking don't stop



Come back to hit yo' fuckin' block with the Tec-9



I'm doin' my dirt cause fool it's hard times, geah







I never leave the pad without the gun



Dip through and kick it with some niggas on the run



They put me down on a lick



On some punk fools across town you can get the dick



Slipped up and fucked around, I seen the goods



Don't mess around with these niggas in the hood



I hit 'em up with that muthafuckin west side



Serve a clock-head for the fuckin' G-ride



You're all alone so now it's on



See the barrel of my chrome, take 2 to your dome, uh



You can't fuck with it fool so don't say nuthin'



Niggas I'm stompin' so I'll keep dumpin'



Don't try to fuck with the Eiht - ball 



As I chop chop, timber, I'll watch that ass fall



So is that it? I don't think you want no more



Nigga new improved like Madden 94



Hut hut fool, so now you gotta punt 



As I flick your ass like ashes off my blunt, hard times







Aw shit, you better run when the night fall



Eihthype fuckin' up shit on a murder call



So bail the fuck on before I start taggin'



Khaki's creased up bitch and I'm saggin'



All the way down the chronic row to the mutherfuckin Hub



Pocket full of bud



Niggas don't fuck around is what you heard



Back up's brought in by Little Hawk & Bird



Creep in the muthafuckin' home



Put 2 hollow points in your dome then I'm gone



Back out the muthafuckin' win - dow



Leave your crib smellin just like endo



Niggas got guns, niggas got funds



Niggas cap that ass so we niggas on the run, geah



Bail from the depths of hell, that's Compton



If you don't copy we knock out teeth



So bring your mark ass down to the spot 



Where one times is hot and you might get got, hard times, geah







We in the mutherfuckin house



Eihthype in the mutherfuckin' house



Niggas On The Run in the mutherfuckin' house



And that's how we doin' it for the 94 nigga



So stay the fuck down fool, geah



Like I said before, geah 



Nigga