Lirik Lagu Hard Time Hustlin' - Krayzie Bone
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(Krayzie - repeat 4X)We hard time, hard time hustlin, hustlin
(Chorus: Sade)Mama been laid offShe ain't workin no mo'Papa been laid offHe say things done got slowMy brother's been laid offHe been locked down for more than two years now
(Verse 1: Krayzie)My world is crumblin, time is hard they were before, but oh my god!Mama mad at pops cause he ain't workinBut today she lost her jobNow what in the fuck is we suppose to do?We on our last loaf of breadGot cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell?And here come Mr. Billcollector beatin down our door for doughMama say when they come knockiny'all don't say nothin (shhh) get on the floorKind of hard to see att night in a house when it ain't got no lights and shitNo gas or water, had to borrow H20 from my relativeMan, it feels like I ain't even hereI'm ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin yearsNigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghettoBut the devil won't settle, fuckin up my levels he won't let goI'm livin to die it seems I just can't winNow I'm high, but I'm stopin to realize I drunk this whole fifth of Gin(Nigga damn!) I'm 17 and drinkin like I'm grown upI got some problems, plus I need some moneyAnd it's really all because...
(Chorus)
(Verse 2: Krayzie)Juvenile nigga done strugglin, hustlin, strugglin like I want itThen fuck school, right now I'm hungry, and I can't eat that damn diplomaBut on this corner I can eat everyday, all I gotta do is slang this yayNigga, If business keep going this way me and my family is fin to be straightI'm glad I took that fifty dollars that grandma gave meBought me a double up, now it's all about comin upI'ma pay ya back next weekRepeat, took my ass straight to the block with hand full of rocks, y'allAnd it's my first time I'm lowin, watchin for cop carsBy the end of the night a nigga sold all the rocksI'm trippin out lookin' at all the dough I gotI shoulda been came a sold the block and locked itMade me some profits, so nigga tonight my people gonna be eatin on lobsterHate to say it, but I think these streets done really created a monsterCause now that I see how quick I can come about breakin the lawWhy in the hell is you steady tellin me to go and get a job?Fuck that, nigga this my thing right now I knowI'm walkin home happy, smilin, and I ain't even thinkin about...
(Chorus: repeat 2x)
(Verse 3: Krayzie)Business was boomin so a nigga assuming I could do some improvingLike new jewels, clothes, shoes, Cadillac Coupe, I'm out here doin itGot me a cold ass broad, and that's something I never hadBut I'm never mad cause I done snagged one bad one with my young assOnce I turned 18 it was onBut my brother started writing home, tellin me to leave this shit aloneI say, what? nigga, he don't know that I'm too deep in thisI'm livin and breathin the street shitAnd if I don't play the crook, you ain't gonna have shit on your booksLook, gimme a minute, I'll chill in a minute I promise I willAs soon as I finished this last loadI'ma drop the dice after this last rollLittle did he know, I got no intentions on leavin this shit hereI'm feelin to get rich hereWhen you get out, you'll have some shit here if you still careMade enough money to move my moms and pops to a new padThey was suspicious, but they ain't trippincause this more shit than we ever hadBut shit went bad six in the morning crashing through my door was the FedsAnd they want that bread we want you, and I'm like ooh! (shit)Shoulda listened to my brother, huh?But I'm like fuck it nowMama got to buggin out when them po po got to cuffin popsNow I'm in the courtroom when that asked me how I pleaI tell the judge straight up, I've been havin problems and it's all because...
(Chorus til fade)
(Chorus: Sade)Mama been laid offShe ain't workin no mo'Papa been laid offHe say things done got slowMy brother's been laid offHe been locked down for more than two years now
(Verse 1: Krayzie)My world is crumblin, time is hard they were before, but oh my god!Mama mad at pops cause he ain't workinBut today she lost her jobNow what in the fuck is we suppose to do?We on our last loaf of breadGot cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell?And here come Mr. Billcollector beatin down our door for doughMama say when they come knockiny'all don't say nothin (shhh) get on the floorKind of hard to see att night in a house when it ain't got no lights and shitNo gas or water, had to borrow H20 from my relativeMan, it feels like I ain't even hereI'm ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin yearsNigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghettoBut the devil won't settle, fuckin up my levels he won't let goI'm livin to die it seems I just can't winNow I'm high, but I'm stopin to realize I drunk this whole fifth of Gin(Nigga damn!) I'm 17 and drinkin like I'm grown upI got some problems, plus I need some moneyAnd it's really all because...
(Chorus)
(Verse 2: Krayzie)Juvenile nigga done strugglin, hustlin, strugglin like I want itThen fuck school, right now I'm hungry, and I can't eat that damn diplomaBut on this corner I can eat everyday, all I gotta do is slang this yayNigga, If business keep going this way me and my family is fin to be straightI'm glad I took that fifty dollars that grandma gave meBought me a double up, now it's all about comin upI'ma pay ya back next weekRepeat, took my ass straight to the block with hand full of rocks, y'allAnd it's my first time I'm lowin, watchin for cop carsBy the end of the night a nigga sold all the rocksI'm trippin out lookin' at all the dough I gotI shoulda been came a sold the block and locked itMade me some profits, so nigga tonight my people gonna be eatin on lobsterHate to say it, but I think these streets done really created a monsterCause now that I see how quick I can come about breakin the lawWhy in the hell is you steady tellin me to go and get a job?Fuck that, nigga this my thing right now I knowI'm walkin home happy, smilin, and I ain't even thinkin about...
(Chorus: repeat 2x)
(Verse 3: Krayzie)Business was boomin so a nigga assuming I could do some improvingLike new jewels, clothes, shoes, Cadillac Coupe, I'm out here doin itGot me a cold ass broad, and that's something I never hadBut I'm never mad cause I done snagged one bad one with my young assOnce I turned 18 it was onBut my brother started writing home, tellin me to leave this shit aloneI say, what? nigga, he don't know that I'm too deep in thisI'm livin and breathin the street shitAnd if I don't play the crook, you ain't gonna have shit on your booksLook, gimme a minute, I'll chill in a minute I promise I willAs soon as I finished this last loadI'ma drop the dice after this last rollLittle did he know, I got no intentions on leavin this shit hereI'm feelin to get rich hereWhen you get out, you'll have some shit here if you still careMade enough money to move my moms and pops to a new padThey was suspicious, but they ain't trippincause this more shit than we ever hadBut shit went bad six in the morning crashing through my door was the FedsAnd they want that bread we want you, and I'm like ooh! (shit)Shoulda listened to my brother, huh?But I'm like fuck it nowMama got to buggin out when them po po got to cuffin popsNow I'm in the courtroom when that asked me how I pleaI tell the judge straight up, I've been havin problems and it's all because...
(Chorus til fade)
