Hard Knocks

歌詞

Ay, cuz, this shit on? My life the fuckin' business, in here collectin' digits This shit could get explicit, got a sweet tooth for these bitches Yeah, burnin' through these meal tickets Shit could get wicked (Mic check) Lights, camera, action Slow burn, no crash Now that's a lot of ashes The fuckin' main attraction Let's get this shit in order, I am the top of the totem Time to reload and we blowin' the smoke out your modem (Come on) Come get in closer, yeah I know you smellin' that aroma Household name on every motherfuckin' corner Ring-ding-ding, she fuck me right then I'm a goner Ting ting, then we toast into this marijuana Now how many licks does it take Just to get to the center of a cupcake? No time to pump fake School of hard knocks took the long way Sick of crooked cops in the pissy hallway Made it out the hood, now it's Broadway Y'all motherfuckers better leave them kids alone These niggas can't afford to go to war on a budget (Nah-ah) Say my name in the wrong sentence and I'ma pull up and touch 'em (Yup) The repercussion in this bitch, it sound just like a percussion Have your deep cover, cold case under the rubbish Yeah, murder was the fuckin' case, that's the killa Cali way Ricky in the alley way, just another Saturday Drinkin' gin and juice while these bitches was sippin' Alizé It's just a matinee, watch me blow a bag a day (Come on) School of hard knocks took the long way Sick of crooked cops in the pissy hallway Made it out the hood, now it's Broadway Y'all motherfuckers better leave them kids alone I started out with nothin' And took this gangsta shit worldwide You know a nigga always into somethin' I couldn't even help it if I tried Now this is fair warning, nigga, final notice Back outside and movin' on this locomotive Hot as fuck, but still keepin' a cold shoulder You outta luck, success the sweetest hangover. Game over (Over, over, over) Guns on the bed (Yeah) Aye Phone on don't do not disturb Two Chevys in my grandma's driveway, no, this not the burbs Prescriptions in the medicine cabinet, I got Wock' reserved Guns on the bed, the chopper mine, the pocket-rocket hers You actin' nervous around killers, you got a lot of nerve She wanna slot, I'm at the top, you know that top reserved You sheddin' blood, that's Murder Inc., your name get hot as Irv My shooter's quiet on the set, you won't hear not a word (Hush) Used to give it my all, fuck a minimum wage Tryna make me a slave, that's how villains are made Had me feelin' some way, stuck in my feelings some day Windows get tinted Sunday, pillage the village Monday Just another day at work (Uh) Feelin' like I'm on the verge Get the urge to wanna purge Shit get deep, spoken word Met this bitch in Sherman Oaks, I bet she fuck with Sherm Smokey in a pigeon coop, look like she ducking worm Baby daddy on her back, every time I bust a turn Bitch keep lookin' right to left, that shit not my concern On Long Beach Boulevard until I get to 23rd Put us in the jungle, we leavin' out that bitch in furs I'm talkin' his and hers, DA tryna switch his words Murder was the case, but you know what the witness heard (Nothing) Nigga bumped his head, musta hit a nerve Scratches on a statement like the Forgiatos hit a curb I see you for what you is with my vision blurred Don't make a nigga sign off on this hit without a signature You know this shit could get ugly as Forest Whitaker Make your bones chillin', you feelin' all in your fibula I be home gettin' my dick sucked with the semi-tucked Frequently knee-deep in some pussy and still don't give a fuck Girls with that big fish tryna connect some Parking lot pimpin', tryna collect some Too rich to make poor decisions Too many die for attention They prey on you, no religion Don't let 'em play with you, might have to kill some Niggas that change on you, pop, career done And then them chains on you, locked in prison A nigga out there movin' right (Uh) The shit you bitches do for likes