Hard Times - Hulled & Chopped

Wuzzup mane? It's yo boy Dj Majestic
Finna put this shit down
Know what I'm sayin'? Thug Luv

Hard times, look over your peoples
'cause everybody dying
Osama-sama Bin Laden is dropping bombs man
In a situation like this
How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga
Is hard hard times
Like it's so much gun smoke
And see the stars shine
We living-living on dreams but is they
Coming true? What I'm gonna do
Make a million and pull a stunt or two
A stunt or two

Step-step-step-step into the world of
A mob nigga, live in so much pain
The rain steady pumping me up
Locked down on hard times
But I'm knowing that I gotta make it-
Step into the world of a mob nigga
Live in so much pain
The rain steady pumping me up
Locked down on hard times
But I'm knowing that I gotta make
It running on my deadline
Giving out flat lines
Cause if you think that I'm feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its like everything that I had
It won't ever be the same
I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery
Cause that's where all of my people rest
I can't take the stress
I'm fin to send it through somebody chest
That's why I walk around pissed off
Strapped with a vest
I done been through a lot
Ready to release the Glock
Vicinities South, a brother on my Dickie
I be ready to ride
And I'm sick of this shit, I
Ain't finna to be hiding out, lately
Street life's got a nigga lost
Will I wind up in a coffin
I don't know, I'm about to blow
I don't wanna take no mo'
But when I bust in a rush
You better hit the flow
Reality is a motherfucker
That's what they was telling a nigga
That's just the truth, I lost my nigga Screw
And Relay too and Andrew
Now what about Danny Boo
That's fucked-that's fucked up
Growing up in a childhood
All alone with nobody no mama no daddy
Z-Ro I see why these niggas
Can't relate to us
Cause we them thugs of another kind
Making these niggas feel us two rhymes
Cause if they lived the life that we live
They'd probably be broke down
Crying and dying

Hard times
Look over your peoples cause everybody dying
Osama-sama Bin Laden is dropping bombs man
In a situation like this
How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga
Is hard hard times
Like it's so much gun smoke
And see the stars shine
We living-living on dreams but is they
Coming true? What I'm gonna do
Make a million and pull a stunt or two
A stunt or two

Living in the ghetto
Everyday is a motherfucking test
And I just can't rest
Gotta keep a vest around my chest
Seem like everybody wanna start a little plex
Nigga but not me though, I'm trying to focus
On bigger and brighter thangs
Steady trying to come out the storm
From hurricanes, to heaven and lighter rain
Running away from the police
Nigga fuck peace, it's all about war
Nothing but a AK and a HK and a Tommy Gun
Sitting in the back of the car
I just can't cope everybody is a suspect
Even if you don't bust I'ma bust back
We down to ride and, all you little
Bitches and niggas get off my nut sack
18-18 years, since I buried my T Jones
When I be shooting the breeze
But I'm still conversating like
She ain't gone
Take a take a look at this light of mine
Never did glimmer, never did shine
Cause I resort to a life of crime
And I know I'm wrong, but I gotta get mine
Fools don't understand me
A nigga be nervous 24 7
Puffing on sticky
Eyes redder than period candy
Look at my pockets, I might as well stop it
Because them hoes on flat
Look in the freezer
And it still ain't nothing but a stomach
These are hard times

Hard times
Look over your peoples cause everybody dying
Osama-sama Bin Laden is dropping bombs man
In a situation like this
How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga
Is hard-is hard times
Like it's so much gun smoke
And see the stars shine
We living-living on dreams but is they
Coming true? What I'm gonna do
Make a million and pull a stunt or two
A stunt or two

Ro pass me the AK, one of these niggas
Fin to pay for everything that I'm feeling
Ain't no more healing
To the head with lead
Is the only thing I'ma be drilling
My nigga this hard times
And the way that it look
I don't think that it's gonna get better
The only thing that's here
Is to suck it up
Inside I know that's why we
Not giving a fuck
Ready to bust, on anything this life feeling
Like we on our last breath
I'm quiet as kept, my nigga don't start
Or else somebody gon' see they death
Or hate us like that
But this side of Trae it be
Like that all the time
The only thing that I know more than pain
Is pain and me never dying

Poverty-poverty stricken and headed to prison
Running because of the-
Poverty-poverty stricken and headed to prison
Running because of the-
Poverty-poverty stricken and headed to prison
Running because of the life
You looking for codeine or amphetamines
I got em at the cheapest price
Living by the rules of the street life
Fin to get niggas
Better beat the street light home
After dark I par park
Everybody be tripping, attempting to get rich
Dig a bigger ditch bitch bleed
I'm a mother-I'm a motherfucking man
Trying to do all that I can
I always held my ground
And I never ran, got shot for taking a stand
I need a plexing, because I'm stressing
Losing my mind
Smoking wesson, my head I'm pressing
Hard times

Hard hard times
Look over your peoples cause everybody dying
Osama-sama Bin Laden is dropping bombs man
In a situation like this
How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga
Is hard-is hard times
Like it's so much gun smoke
And see the stars shine
We living-living on dreams but is they
Coming true? What I'm gonna do
Make a million and pull a stunt or two
A stunt or two