Times so hard

Chorus:

Mo.B Dick and O'Dell

We wont be neglected

We wont be denied

We will not be hated

cause we're hustlin to survive

Times so hard

tryin to make it

Times so hard

tryin to make it

Fiend:

Now all jokes aside

I'm having to realize I'm still breathing

Since a baby teasin i knew i was gonna live

Even reasons after celebrated seasons we was broke

Hope was selling dope

or robbing these other folks

i know every bad confrontayion that we was facing

I'm a young black male what would you do in my situation

Lately dozen altercation that win like a deck of cards

sayin we all out if you gonna accept the lord

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Master P:

Bad times my cousin had done

I sent two g's to his wife and son I'm sayin

Dear god dont take me

why these bitches and these niggas tryin ta break me

I see dead presidents my friends get bent and mama

in the ghetto tryin to pay the rent

in high school used to be kings and queens

came home of a two now they jackers and fiends Ugh!

Survival play ghetto games

lose your life these days for some yards or gold rings

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Young Bleed:

Can you visualize perfection in a section of a crib

And a yard full of ghetto kids

when i was dreamin and creamin and wasnt makin no money

steady hustlin high to make it for niggas to die for me

thats gonna forever be real

and nigga thats regardless feelin like I'm still in my faith

I'm hollowed headed and heartless

balancing life on a triple beam and gambling with the arts of fate

and niggas got the nerve to playa hate

a young nigga in this game to survive with a 45

lookin at the sky gettin so high nigga

above the law with underguard right between the sky and the earth

aint touchin dirt claim to the dirty game for what it's worth

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