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Utwór: Hard times

  • wykonawca: MC Eiht
  • wyświetleń: 627


     Geah, we in the muthafuckin house
  Eihthype in the muthafuckin house bitch, for the 94
  Ain't no love ho, uh
  And right about now Niggas On The Run in the muthafuckin house
  Lil Hawk'n Bird in the muthafuckin house
  Half Ounce in this bitch, you know I'm sayin'?
  And this how we gon' do this for all the Compton homies
  
  Niggas back the fuck up and let me get down
  Another O.G. from the Compton town
  Uh, so put yo' gun down, run up fool
  And as you procede to run get that with the tool
  It's Mc Eiht so what's up with that?
  Ratta-tat-tat from the stolen gat
  Uh, my nigga fuckin' Hawk & Bird got the Mac-10
  Eihthype quick to do that ass in
  Living in the street where we slang that cavi
  Fool if you don't know, it's Compton - Cali
  Hood rats tryin' to scheme on my riches
  Hit the pussy and dash, fuck you bitches
  Gotta watch out for the schemin' cops
  Car jacking and macking don't stop
  Come back to hit yo' fuckin' block with the Tec-9
  I'm doin' my dirt cause fool it's hard times, geah
  
  I never leave the pad without the gun
  Dip through and kick it with some niggas on the run
  They put me down on a lick
  On some punk fools across town you can get the dick
  Slipped up and fucked around, I seen the goods
  Don't mess around with these niggas in the hood
  I hit 'em up with that muthafuckin west side
  Serve a clock-head for the fuckin' G-ride
  You're all alone so now it's on
  See the barrel of my chrome, take 2 to your dome, uh
  You can't fuck with it fool so don't say nuthin'
  Niggas I'm stompin' so I'll keep dumpin'
  Don't try to fuck with the Eiht - ball
  As I chop chop, timber, I'll watch that ass fall
  So is that it? I don't think you want no more
  Nigga new improved like Madden 94
  Hut hut fool, so now you gotta punt
  As I flick your ass like ashes off my blunt, hard times
  
  Aw shit, you better run when the night fall
  Eihthype fuckin' up shit on a murder call
  So bail the fuck on before I start taggin'
  Khaki's creased up bitch and I'm saggin'
  All the way down the chronic row to the mutherfuckin Hub
  Pocket full of bud
  Niggas don't fuck around is what you heard
  Back up's brought in by Little Hawk & Bird
  Creep in the muthafuckin' home
  Put 2 hollow points in your dome then I'm gone
  Back out the muthafuckin' win - dow
  Leave your crib smellin just like endo
  Niggas got guns, niggas got funds
  Niggas cap that ass so we niggas on the run, geah
  Bail from the depths of hell, that's Compton
  If you don't copy we knock out teeth
  So bring your mark ass down to the spot
  Where one times is hot and you might get got, hard times, geah
  
  We in the mutherfuckin house
  Eihthype in the mutherfuckin' house
  Niggas On The Run in the mutherfuckin' house
  And that's how we doin' it for the 94 nigga
  So stay the fuck down fool, geah
  Like I said before, geah
  Nigga
  
  

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