Hard times in life, hard times in death I'm gonna keep on fighting to my very last breath Hard times Hard times Hard times Hard times Hard times Hard times Hard
of the cream B-b-beating hard times, that is my theme Hard times in life, hard times in death I'm gonna keep on fighting to my very last breath Hard times
Benny Hill, nigga. Let's M.C.!' Twelve years old, rhymin' in the backroom. For echoes, we used to rhyme in the bathroom. Run-D.M.C., Slick Rick and Doug
first time playa haters and snakes waitin' for mistakes But that's the breaks the highs and lows Of the industry D.I.T.C. and X to the Z Bringin
run up on me like a "J" Cant believe he showed up Try to out G but thats o"K"ay L is for "l"isten when I speak M is for the "m"ajor when yall use it
you higher than a spike lee joint See I’m a chicken hawk and I’m hunting chicken and watermelon It ain’t nothing but hard time bailing Just got a misdomener
shittin for 'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya,
8) (verse two) So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild When I'm
niggas, word Saturday night in L.A., time to play My peoples hummin' like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay I'm packin' two gats and I wish I could carry
name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we up in here G) Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony? (D.O.E.) Ok
tonight? (repeat once more) {verse 2} No Christmas here I'm taking time and a half gotta make that cash even if a nigga gotta drive that cab I'm gonna
muffles your voice Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold 'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up We run up a tab
fast so many words in one bar we spit it, rap it, nigga better go hard who the underdogs the West done done it the East done done it the South hard they
wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga
we is My homies the greatest, I roll with the best, see? Who in the fuck wanna test these niggas From the S-C-T, C-L-E? We got heat Y'all know what
of when the sound run out, run out, r-run out C uhh, yeah Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded, hard-core (hit em with the) Rough and rugged (c'mon) rugged
