Lyrics:
all and watch em die, one by one like domino's fall in line
My daily life is what you might call a crime
But I aint hard to find and that's all the time
To keep the tribe open, shootin' out to play em
Three the hard way'll keep you steppin' to the A.M.
What's the time?
It's about that time
What's
know that this is not by mistake (Amen)
Back and forth I ain't come to debate
Hard work man I really get paid
If it's a record I know Imma break
Then
to find
Woman tell me, where did you learn
To make a man feel like a king
When all the time he knows
That he hasn't got a thing, yeah
Stand by my
Woman tell me, where did you learn
To make a man feel like a king
When all the time he knows
That he hasn't got a thing, yeah
Stand by my side baby
this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
The holy spirit man inside of you,
Is fighting this war,
Through prime time,
He’s your life line, lime light, shine bright.
When times are hard,
He’ll still
the raw in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin'
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
HD
Gotta go hard (gotta go hard)
I ain't got time to waste (I ain't got time)
I gotta go high (gotta go high)
I gotta elevate (I gotta elevate)
Tell 'em you can say what you want
Niggas been working too hard
18 years man 18 years bout time I can do what I want
You can never have drip like
many times, fuck do I look like falling behind?
I done been through all of these tries of figuring out what the fuck is mine
I done heard that I don't
what time it is
Yeah, I'm aiming for the stars
Gotta go hard, I gotta make it to the end
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back again
Everybody know what time it is
No I'm not thinking about 9
I'm thinking 'bout 18
Man it's my time
To pop up on the scene
And show my fucking naked
Come down the boulevard, straight
No I'm not thinking about 9
I'm thinking 'bout 18
Man it's my time
To pop up on the scene
And show my fucking naked
Come down the boulevard, straight
Do you remember we were sitting there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful
stands
By her barbed wire man
She's never given up
I'm A hard man to love
There's a dog house rose that God knows I didn't send soon enough
Sittin' in
the best I can
One thing about me, I'm a hopeful man
Covered by his blood
Covered in honor
It was his love
It is your grace you are amazing father
Time
by side, hand in hand
You as my girl and Kane as your man
Bust it, ever since the first time that I seen her
I wanted her to step inside my arena
Farming is the first job giving onto mankind, by the most high
Fhiyahshua sending a encouragement out!
Food, the farmer man plant it.
Farmer woman,
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
You lookin' at a man that would
Die for his
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times
Doin' things that you
at first that we lacked
Climbed ahead we never slacked
(Go Hard)
Time to break that song like a DJ
Those man ain't hard they cheesecake
Time to go ham send
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