Hard Life Big Tymers (Ft. Juvenile & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Baby]
For sure, lil' one
I know what you're goin' through to shine
Niggas pullin' off all type of shit
But, look: if you don't know what you're doin'
You'd better catch the sideline
Catch the sideline

[Verse 1: Baby]
Nigga, the block look the same, it's just crack and cocaine
Niggas losin' but we still maintainin'
Livin' life like a penitentiary with a K in my hand
Knockin' project bricks
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love slingin' this white shit
S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops, we love that shit
'Bout two-hundred thugs with this clique
We multiply everyday for the bullshit
For the hood shit
Burned down buildins' ain't no good, slick
Niggas pullin' arsons on they own cars to get money quick
Then we dippin' and dabbin'
Goin' back to the labbin'
Lil' niggas payin' me for cookin' they slabbin'
Cook a brick and make it out a brick-and-halfin'
Chargin' them young g's ten G's for cookin' they slabs
Say, lil' woadie, I gots to have it