Yukmouth - Hard Tymez (feat. Z-Ro, Trae Of The Guerilla Maab & Tonya Herron) Lyrics
[Hook - Tonya]Its hard tymez...its hard tymez...its hard tymezIts hard tymez...its hard tymez...these hard tymez[Z-Ro]My people get crushed on by poverty, got lives that scarredSingle mother selling her body, nigga times are hardWheres the Lord when I need a blessingDevil's be after me supply your child with a weaponMy nigga ran up in a bank, sixty seconds for a lifetime bidAnd I don't get ???, now he selfish just for trying to feed his kidI'm living for mo', lead us out of slaveryRevolution is coming but for now we waiting patientlyStarted out fiending to eat and starving togetherSo when we crumble, survive of this place start robbing each otherWe got 'jects and those that eject, and those that dieRefuse to come up out their shit so now they close they eyesAsk my nilla servin milla at that mexican joeMutha*****ers ran up with AK's straight letting em goWe tried to walk straight and narrow but we end up going to jailFor selling drugs, no wonder my people out here smelling blood[Hook][Trae]These hard times really be crazy and I don't want to lose itBut the reality got the pistol b, and I feel like I abused itTill the banks peeping through cracks hoping I see the lightSo every night I praying to God, I'm beggin he make me rightTrue 'nuff, we gotta be our own man dying ain't part of my planI've been broke all through my life so struggling and new to me manI lost family after family, sittin lonely in my zoneThe only way I express myself is when I'm doing these songsI throw the drugs I prefer to face ??? with my painI stay in my lane but appeal to people I'm doing the sameMy brother Deeky in the pen facing three with a LThe only thing that he ever see was penitentiary cellThrough all my niggaz pass, even Big Mello tooTo Mafio to Screw Up Click, we gotta ride for youCause these be hard times, deep down I be scarred timesI want to cry but then I can't 'cause it be bar time[Hook][Yukmouth]We got evicted so its crunch timeSee me and my little sister earning free brick cheese in the lunch lineNow I'm running from one time under the sunshineWith one nine, stick to my hustle stay on my grindWith the fine mind, body, and soulGod placed my feet on solid ground, all ten toesLike the deeper than each holes in the benz-o, it's more like a trapTo see how far you could get without getting blowed off the mapGet stabbed in the back, getting blast with a gatIn this ghetto and havoc thats when they move slabs of crackMy parents both died, how to handle thatWe light candles and cry wish we had them backSometimes I want to commit suicide blaze the steelMy father died from having HIV, AIDS is realLord forgive us 'cause we hustle just to pay the billsStruggled in the projects never stayed in the hills...hard times[Hook] X2
