Times Is Hard On The Boulevard

[Big L:]

I used to be a rich nigga, selling much crack

To make a long story short, I fell off like a hub cap

My operation got shut off

I cant slide a slut off

I gotta beat my dick to get a nut off

Cause when a convo is struck up

Bitches act stuck up, my luck sucks, everything is fucked up

To get cash I gotta beg

Cause every time I reach in my pocket all I feel is my dead leg

Its about time that I feel cash, gotta get it right now, gotta get it real fast

Cause all I got left is 2 mack tens, a army jacket, a ski mask, a hoodie, and some black Tims

I'm about to get extra ill, so I went to crib, got booted up and got dressed to kill

The first place that I hit was the corner store

I pulled out and told everybody to get on the floor

I took the cash and I jetted

One kid tried to set it, I bet he regret it cause because he got wetted

Robberies I did well, when you look in the dictionary under villain you'll see a photo of Big L

Fuck a job, punks is gettin robbed is scarred

Cause times is hard on the boulevard

[Big L:]

Yo I was robbing people on a regular basis in many different places and all types of races

I robbed gangstas, I robbed ducks, I didn't care who I stuck as long as I got a buck what the fuck

When niggas see me they take flight

I'll even rob Jehovah if I catch him right on a late night

Keep a vest G don't try to test me

A red neck police chief tried to arrest me

Ayo that wasn't a smart cop

Because I put 2 in his chest and his mother fucking heart stopped

Its a must I commit crimes

Cause I gotta get mine, its hard times, and all I see are dollar signs

Why should I work for another sucker

When I can do robberies and make G's like a mother fucker

Fuck a job, punks is getting robbed is scarred

Cause times is hard on the boulevard

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[Big L:]

Yo I was goin out, just like a crusader would.

I robbed everything that moved in the neighbourhood.

Yo I was even robbin chicks.

I did mad sticks, I needed more dough so I started takin hits.

Blastin ducks with the shotty.

The trigger I squeeze with ease I got paid 50 g's per body.

In a year I killed 88.

So I made about... umm... fuck it I was crazy straight.

Fuck a job, punks is gettin robbed and starved.

Cuz times is hard on the boulevard.

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