Hard Time Hustlin'

(Chorus)

Mama been laid off

She ain't workin no mo'

Papa been laid off

He say things done got slow

My brother's been laid off

He been locked down for more than two years now

(Verse 1: Krayzie)

My world is crumblin, time is hard they were before, but oh my god!

Mama mad at pops cause he ain't workin

But today she lost her job

Now what in the fuck is we suppose to do?

We on our last loaf of bread

Got cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell?

And here come Mr. Billcollector beatin down our door for dough

Mama say when they come knockin

y'all don't say nothin (shhh) get on the floor

Kind of hard to see att night in a house when it ain't got no lights and shit

No gas or water, had to borrow H20 from my relative

Man, it feels like I ain't even here

I'm ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin years

Nigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto

But the devil won't settle, fuckin up my levels he won't let go

I'm livin to die it seems I just can't win

Now I'm high, but I'm stopin to realize I drunk this whole fifth of Gin

(Nigga damn!) I'm 17 and drinkin like I'm grown up

I got some problems, plus I need some money

And it's really all because...

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Krayzie)

Juvenile nigga done strugglin, hustlin, strugglin like I want it

Then fuck school, right now I'm hungry, and I can't eat that damn diploma

But on this corner I can eat everyday, all I gotta do is slang this yay

Nigga, If business keep going this way me and my family is fin to be straight

I'm glad I took that fifty dollars that grandma gave me

Bought me a double up, now it's all about comin up

I'ma pay ya back next week

Repeat, took my ass straight to the block with hand full of rocks, y'all

And it's my first time I'm lowin, watchin for cop cars

By the end of the night a nigga sold all the rocks

I'm trippin out lookin' at all the dough I got

I shoulda been came a sold the block and locked it

Made me some profits, so nigga tonight my people gonna be eatin on lobster

Hate to say it, but I think these streets done really created a monster

Cause now that I see how quick I can come about breakin the law

Why in the hell is you steady tellin me to go and get a job?

Fuck that, nigga this my thing right now I know

I'm walkin home happy, smilin, and I ain't even thinkin about...

(Chorus: repeat 2x)

(Verse 3: Krayzie)

Business was boomin so a nigga assuming I could do some improving

Like new jewels, clothes, shoes, Cadillac Coupe, I'm out here doin it

Got me a cold ass broad, and that's something I never had

But I'm never mad cause I done snagged one bad one with my young ass

Once I turned 18 it was on

But my brother started writing home, tellin me to leave this shit alone

I say, what? nigga, he don't know that I'm too deep in this

I'm livin and breathin the street shit

And if I don't play the crook, you ain't gonna have shit on your books

Look, gimme a minute, I'll chill in a minute I promise I will

As soon as I finished this last load

I'ma drop the dice after this last roll

Little did he know, I got no intentions on leavin this shit here

I'm feelin to get rich here

When you get out, you'll have some shit here if you still care

Made enough money to move my moms and pops to a new pad

They was suspicious, but they ain't trippin

cause this more shit than we ever had

But shit went bad six in the morning crashing through my door was the Feds

And they want that bread we want you, and I'm like ooh! (shit)

Shoulda listened to my brother, huh?

But I'm like fuck it now

Mama got to buggin out when them po po got to cuffin pops

Now I'm in the courtroom when that asked me how I plea

I tell the judge straight up, I've been havin problems and it's all because...

(Chorus til fade)