"Hard Life" as written by and Grayson John Hugh....
[Baby]
For sure, lil' one
I know what you're goin' through to shine
N****s pullin' off all type of s***
But, look: if you don't know what you're doin',
you'd better catch the sideline
Catch the sideline

N****, the block look the same - it's just crack and cocaine
N****s losin' but we still maintainin'
Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand
Knockin' project bricks
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love slingin' this white s***
S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops - we love that s***
'Bout two-hundred thugs with this clique
We multiply everyday for the bulls***
For the hood s***
Burned down buildings ain't no good, slick
N****s pullin' auctions on they own cars to get money quick
Then we dippin' and dabbin'
Goin' back to the labbin'
Lil' n****s payin' me for cookin' they slabbin'
Cook a brick and make it out a brick-and-halfin'
Chargin' them young g's ten G's for cookin' they slabs
Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it

[Chorus - 4x (Juvenile)]
It's a hard life we livin' - they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes from killin' - attack like piranhas

[Lil' Wayne]
Look
Look
On the streets it ain't sweet
They be
It's not a game, homeboy - this ain't the NFL
Him just from rippin' with the mid-deck twelve
Hit the block in twin-SL's, and spit at gals
You get that, pal?
Once it's war, n****, skip town
'Cause if I don't do it, be swimmin' with fish, clown
Now, crack a whole chick down, sell it in quarters
If the drama happen to hit town, I'm 'nappin' your daughter
If the broad try to flip out, I'm cuttin' her water
If your boys try to help out, I'm killin' they fathers
When and wherever
What and however - you bring it good
I'll have your mom singin' "Hmmm hmm hmmm"
Cause nowadays lot of n****s got coward ways
So I ride with K's to knock off the side of heads
But I'm tryin' to stay man, I'm tryin' to stay focused
What I'm tryin' to say we gon' bust it wide open!

[Chorus - 4x (Juvenile)]

[Mannie Fresh]
What
What
Pimps, playas, riders, rollers, hustlers
Gangstas, thugs, criminal motherf***ers
Hit it, quit it, f*** it, leave it, flee
No evidence at your residence - that's me
Black, ugly, mean, sheisty bastard
Preachers and teachers sayin', "I'm surprised you lasted."
Guns, drugs, b****es hot sex
Weed, crack, heroin - what's next?
Feds, cops, killers politicians
Hookers, hoes, all on missions
Crooks, mayors, presidents, and leaders
N-double-A-CP, rednecks, and meat beaters
Mommas, baby-mommas, aunties and cousins
Scatter sites, knocked-out lights, projects by the dump
And cars, broads, murders ghetto life
I went through all that s***
for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice

[Chorus - 4x (Juvenile)]

[Juvenile]
I've been blessed
I thank the Lord everyday
for gettin' me from 'round these devils in these dark hallways
How the f*** you gonna help me when I don't care?
N****s see me front it all - they just look and stare
And talk about how it should be and how it could be
Bentley in my basement - ain't nobody understood me
Take care of your people like you take care of your kids
'Cause money ain't s*** when you don't know how to live
And n****s gon' pretend to be your friend when they ain't
You expect 'em to be there until the end, but they can't
Now, how many of you can say you're a real n****?
Play the Prowler, but scared to go in the field with ya
You gon' know your n**** - he gon' be there, still with ya
Whether if it's talkin' or slingin' the steal with ya
Don't answer nobody questions
Gotta turn to the Lord with a confession

[Chorus - 4x (Juvenile)]


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