[Intro: Krayzie]
We hard time, hard time hustlin', hustlin'
We hard time, hard time hustlin', hustlin'
We hard time, hard time hustlin', hustlin'
We hard time, hard time hustlin', hustlin'
[Hook: Sade and Krayzie Bone]
[Sade] Mama been laid off
[Krayzie] She ain't working no mo'
[Sade] Papa been laid off
[Krayzie] He say things done got slow
[Sade] My brother's been laid off
[Krayzie] He been locked down
[Both] For more than two years now
[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
My world is crumbling, times is hard they were before, but oh my god!
Mama mad at pops cause he ain't working
But today she lost her job
Now what in the fuck is we suppose to do?
We on our last loaf of bread
Got cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell?
And here come Mr. Bill Collector beating down our door for dough
Mama say "When they come knockin
Y'all don't say nothing, (shhh) get on the floor"
Kind of hard to see at night in a house when it ain't got no lights and shit
No gas or water, had to borrow H2O from my relative
Man, it feels like I ain't even here
I'm ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin years
Nigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto
But the devil won't settle, fuckin up my levels he won't let go
I'm living to die it seems I just can't win
Now I'm high, but I'm stopping to realize I drunk this whole fifth of Gin
(Nigga damn!) I'm 17 and drinking like I'm grown up
I got some problems, plus I need some money
And it's really all because...
We hard time, hard time hustlin', hustlin'
We hard time, hard time hustlin', hustlin'
We hard time, hard time hustlin', hustlin'
We hard time, hard time hustlin', hustlin'
[Hook: Sade and Krayzie Bone]
[Sade] Mama been laid off
[Krayzie] She ain't working no mo'
[Sade] Papa been laid off
[Krayzie] He say things done got slow
[Sade] My brother's been laid off
[Krayzie] He been locked down
[Both] For more than two years now
[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
My world is crumbling, times is hard they were before, but oh my god!
Mama mad at pops cause he ain't working
But today she lost her job
Now what in the fuck is we suppose to do?
We on our last loaf of bread
Got cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell?
And here come Mr. Bill Collector beating down our door for dough
Mama say "When they come knockin
Y'all don't say nothing, (shhh) get on the floor"
Kind of hard to see at night in a house when it ain't got no lights and shit
No gas or water, had to borrow H2O from my relative
Man, it feels like I ain't even here
I'm ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin years
Nigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto
But the devil won't settle, fuckin up my levels he won't let go
I'm living to die it seems I just can't win
Now I'm high, but I'm stopping to realize I drunk this whole fifth of Gin
(Nigga damn!) I'm 17 and drinking like I'm grown up
I got some problems, plus I need some money
And it's really all because...
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