Kinda Hard

Eh-yo yo son, come on come on

We gotta hit this flight 304 today

(Yo why these airline police keep watchin' me?)

Fuck them, man, come on (Toy cops)

[Naisha]

I'm flyin on the Kennedy airline fog, the demon in me

Street life of Benny, blunt go to Hiroshimi

Custom mine, all broads be fresh in Versace

Dwellin' on the daily, not me, sippin' on Nani

In the splills, Jumanji, skies red like Blood Money

Scramble my life fully, rockin' G.S. gulleys

Under the moon light, sippin' fruit wine

Float like fruit flies, dominate the skies, realize

Keep your Nino's up high and notify this crime size

Naisha in camouflage pistol-whippin' wise guys

Supreme large, I pop you to the Heavens of all Gods

To generate, C.S.G. all-stars, fuck it, let's take it back to mirage

Street war stars, hate to bust my gun from afar

The Messiah Allah, tote me shit from here to Hong Kong

Naisha to bomb, sincerely the Don, blow holes all in your cranium

Camaro S.S., rollin' up cess, a gun in your vest

It's business, so the topic's at rest

It's like Capone and Nes', 'nough powder to bless

Lace it, divide the cut in, this fresh linen I soaked in it

Soon arrive the endin', over the scrimmage

Reptilian, King pinnin', y'all niggaz caught feelin's

[Break: Triggnomm (Itchy-Fingas) {Naisha}]

Yo yo (Yo yo yo, you feel that?)

{Come on what's the deal?}

[Chorus 2X: Naisha (Triggnomm)]

It's kinda hard growin' up in these streets, you feel me?

(Son it's hard rockin' killas to sleep) I feel you

The twelve on the clock always symbolize you

So be ready when them hands should just swing by you

[Triggnomm]

Back in the days, Daddy-O, he told me numbers don't lie

What you gon' try, if I tell you bring me back seven-five?

No shake on the raw, no chips off the rock

Round the clock dough operate, low aggravate

Cream Team's to set things straight

Speakin' loud and clear, one point five a year, now we can go there

Make it official, bring in the missles then bring the pistols

Ain't satisfied 'til I hit you when I get you

Crystal, when the beef was hot, should've bit you

The ordeal, kill my taste buds and tranquil'

Murderholic, I can't call it, I might spoil it

Have your whole team in the court house, clean the toilets

Got convicted, the judge says I'm crime addicted

Rhyme explicit, supporters show signs and pickets

Makin' me a statistic? Hated it and got away with it

Livin' in this game of life, know how to play with it

So you could die young, or live to see your grandson

The greatest man alive was sacrificed for ransom

[Chorus 2X]

[Itchy-Fingas]

Peep the mirage that I've spit when rhymes kick for the nine-ish

We bomb then we stomp like the chinks in Saigon

My two's sippin' on like Fairytalez with raw deal but it's all real

We rock from Steel Wheel to Park Hill to Oak Hill

Guard your grill, knuckle or what.. {*censored*}

Put four in ya man gut, he tryin' to shine like King Tut

Infiltratin' the operation'll cause devestation to the nation

I'm prepared for what I'm facin' before y'all's the Tang and

Shake game when I'm snatch that, wanna scrap? Where ya raps at?

Wanna bang? Where ya gats at? Hiatus, why hate us?

Heavyweighters, ghetto classics, iced out, fitted backwards

Grey caskets, since they all stress, one day you'll rest

Tomorrow never dies, we gon' start this off fresh.. this

[Chorus 2X]

[All - repeat to fade]

It's kinda hard, money, it's kinda hard

It's kinda hard, money, it's kinda hard

[Outro: Triggnomm (Naisha)]

It's kinda hard (gettin' money)

it's kinda hard, it's kinda hard

It's kinda hard growin up

Naisha, Triggnomm.. (it's kinda hard puttin' killas to sleep)

It's kinda hard.. that's how it is

(M.M.O, Deadly Venoms, K.G.B.) Triggnomm (A.T.L.)

It's kinda hard gettin' food to eat

The foundation (what?) M.M.O. (M.M.O.)