| Lyrics: | For the suckas that hate me
Keep my gun up off safety, while you actin all shady
Baby,
thats 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 gutta lane
Run tell
your mother man, the muthafucking cutter man
Its just another mothafucking brother strugglin
"UH" one time for Biggie
"UH UH UH" three times for Pac, and it dont 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.
Tryin
to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm tryin to get mine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm steady
with the nine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and
i'm steady on the grind
Tryin 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 'bout it, man I thought it was cool
I went and visited it, and talked
with it, made it my friend
Until it smelled so fuckin bad I couldnt 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 dont 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 |
