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B.G. lyrics : "Hard Times"

Who put this %#@! together

I done done it all from jackin' and slangin' ^!$$% trust that

Stealin' cars snortin' dope gettin' bust at
Never goin' ta school all kinda bull-%#@!
They callin' my moma in I got her lookin' unfit

But look it aint Cint fault I turned out this way
Its my fault she told me right from wrong everyday
When my daddy got killed I think thats when I went a stray

Mark Nell L.T. and me made ^!$$%s lay on they face
We was about that gunplay and on the grind
We was on a paper chase we wanted ta shine

Gotta get it how you live where the $#&@ I'm from
Gotta keep it on the real where the $#&@ I'm from
Growin' up in the streets best believe its dangerous

They lock us up but the jail aint changin' us
You'll make it how i live if you don't mind dyin'
Growin' up in my shoes best believe was hard times ^!$$%


[Chorus x2]
Hard times got a ^!$$% in all black

I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where its at
Hard times got the B.G. drove ^!$$%
Hard times got me duckin' them white folks ^!$$%


Its a hard time comin' up where I'm from like a twister spinnin'
Don't get caught in it

Its drastic drama its everyday life whoa
Jackin' is a way of livin 'if you aint on the right road
I move fast my people say I need ta slow down

Close ya nose or ya gonna go down
I'm beefin' with different sets I'm duckin' them white folks
Playin' my hoes close

They tied up like a rope
I'm slangin' tryin' ta make a million and chill
Buy a ten story buildin' and a football field

Diamonds round my neck and wrist plenty golds in my grill
^!$$%s gone get holes in they head if they don't keep it real
My mama cryin' cuz she think I'ma get my head bust

But I tell her growin' up with no daddy is rough
Welfare aint enough
And I wanna shine

So I'm goin get mine ^!$$% and get out these hard times whoa

[Chorus x2]


Me and my ^!$$%s buyin' cars don't give a $#&@ what its costin'
Neighborhood superstar Hot Boy$ bout flossin'

Crossin any of us get that put in a coffin
You don't hear we loss a shoot-out very often
We ballin'

Shot callin'
Walkin' to the top
And when we get there believe we closin' shop

I'm lettin' my law down makin' Gs ^!$$%
I done been through them hard times I'm makin' chesse ^!$$%
Me and Fresh can hook up and make a hit with ease ^!$$%

Fade me the B.G. pretty please ^!$$%
I'm a six figure
Money go-getter

Drivin' expedition
Bet a (*##$ quick and put another hoe in her position
Riches is what I'm chasin' everyday ^!$$%

Killin' bustas bringin that (*##$ in my way ^!$$%
Tryin' ta shine Ca$h Money on the grind ^!$$%
Stackin' gingles cuz we done been through hard times ^!$$% peep me


[Chorus repeat to end]

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