Hard Times Esham (Ft. Insane Clown Posse)

[Verse 1: Esham]
For the suckas that hate me
Keep my gun up off safety, while you actin' all shady
Baby, thats where the snakes be
Three-one-three, D-E-T, 7 M-I-L-E
Uzi still in my Pelle
It's Esham, not Al Wissam Butter Man
Bitch swerving hard out the gutter lane
Run tell your mother man, the motherfucking cutter man
Its just another mothafucking brother strugglin'
"UH" one time for Biggie
"UH UH UH" three times for Pac, and it don't stop
When I set up shop, I bought my Glock fresh up out the box
Up out the plastic, situations drastic
Don't fuck around and get stretched like elastic
Once the Glock Austria seventeen blasted
I put the bastard in his casket
Now they wrapping another up in plastic

[Hook]
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine
Steady on the grind, hard times (and I'm tryin to get mine)
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine
Steady on the grind, hard times (and I'm steady with the nine)
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine
Steady on the grind, hard times (and I'm steady on the grind)
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine
Steady on the grind, hard times (hard times)