Hard Times Songtext / Lyric

(Esham)

For the suckas that hate me

Keep my gun up off safety, while you acting all shady

Baby, that's where the snakes be

Three-one-three, D-E-T, 7 M-I-L-E

Oozi still in my pelli

Its Esham, not Alizam

Butter man, bitch swearing hard out the gutter lane

Run tell your mother man, the mothafucking cutter man

It's just another mothafucking brother struggling

"UH" one time for Biggie

"UH UH UH" three times for Pac, and it don't stop

When I set up shop, I bought my glock fresh up out the box

Up out the plastic, situations drastic

Don't fuck around and get stretched like elastic

Once the glock Austria seventeen blasted

I put the bastard in his casket

Now they wrapping another up in plastic






Trying to get mine

Steady with the nine

Steady on the grind, hard times

And I'm trying to get mine

Trying to get mine

Steady with the nine

Steady on the grind, hard times

And I'm steady with the nine

Trying to get mine

Steady with the nine

Steady on the grind, hard times

And I'm steady on the grind

Trying to get mine

Steady with the nine

Steady on the grind, hard times

Hard times



(Violent J)

Hard times

I found a dead body on the way to school

I told nobody about it, man I thought it was cool

I went and visited it, and talked with it, made it my friend

Until it smelled so fucking bad I couldn't handle it man

My daddy was a hard worker, always hussling change

Because he drank so much, I think he drowned his brain

The only time we ever spoke was when he was beating my ass

He slapped my momma up, and grabbed her purse and dipped in for cash

It don't stop, tick tock until the break of dawn

A crooked-ass pig-cop I'm quick to break your arm

I climbed up into a tree at five-thirty AM

I'm hunting hay-am, pig skinner good god damn

Somebody tried to kill me, but they missed, and pissed

The shit they ass when the black glass hollowtips hissed

And I blew his head clean off, his hat landed on his neck

And I thought, "Look at that"

Hard times



Trying to get mine

Steady with the nine

Steady on the grind, hard times

And I'm trying to get mine

Trying to get mine

Steady with the nine

Steady on the grind, hard times

And I'm steady with the nine

Trying to get mine

Steady with the nine

Steady on the grind, hard times

And I'm steady on the grind

Trying to get mine

Steady with the nine

Steady on the grind, hard times

Hard times



(Shaggy 2 Dope)

Marinating with my forearms hanging out the jail bars

Bitch, I ain't no Mel Fahr

I ain't no superstar

But nonetheless, he in a cell right next to me

I seen him selling hot cars on this lot right on Court TV

So I sit back on my slab thinking "What the fuck?"

Toilet paper roll for a pillow, "How'd I get locked up?"

Was it the stalking, or maybe the murders?

Oh shit, maybe the booty stabbing of Kim Mathers?

Naw, it couldn't be, she was cool with that shit

On top of that, when I pulled out, she sucked on my dick (Illlll!)

Could it have been the gat in my sock? (Nah)

Could it been the block getting hot? (Nah)

Could it be about the snitch getting caught? (Nah)

Could it have been about stinking body rot? (Yeah!)

I could of killed or I could of killed time

But I chose number one, now I'm doing hard time



Trying to get mine

Steady with the nine

Steady on the grind, hard times

And I'm trying to get mine

Trying to get mine

Steady with the nine

Steady on the grind, hard times

And I'm steady with the nine

Trying to get mine

Steady with the nine

Steady on the grind, hard times

And I'm steady on the grind

Trying to get mine

Steady with the nine

Steady on the grind, hard times

Hard times