Big L - Times iz Hard lyrics
[Big L - Times iz Hard lyrics]
I used to be a rich nigga, selling much crack
To make a long story short
I fell off like a hubcap
My operation got shut off
I can't slide a slut off
I gotta beat my dick to get a nut off
Cause when a convo is struck up
Bitches act stuck up, my luck sucks
Everything is fucked up
To get cash I gotta beg
Cause every time I reach in my pocket
All I feel is my damn leg
Its about time that I feel cash
Gotta get it right now
Gotta get it real fast
Cause all I got left is two MAC-10s, a
Army jacket, a ski mask, a hoodie
And some black Timbs
I'm about to get extra ill, so
I went to my crib
Got booted up and got dressed to kill
The first place that I hit
Was the corner store
I pulled out and told everybody
To get on the floor
I took the cash and I jetted
One kid tried to set it
I bet he regret it cause
Because he got wetted robberies I did well
When you look in the dictionary under villain
You'll see a photo of Big L fuck a job
Punks is gettin robbed and scarred
Cause times is hard on the boulevard
Yo I was robbing people on a regular basis in
Many different places and all types of races
I robbed gangstas, I robbed ducks
I didn't care who I stuck as long as
I got a buck what the fuck
When niggas see me they take flight
I'll even rob Jehovah if I catch
Him right on a late night
Keep a vest G don't try to test me
A redneck police chief tried to arrest me
Ayo that wasn't a smart cop
Because I put 2 in his chest
And his motherfucking heart stopped
Its a must I commit crimes
Cause, I gotta get mine, it's hard times
And all I see are dollar signs
Why should I work for another sucker
When I can do robberies and
Make G's like a motherfucker fuck a job
Punks is getting robbed and scarred
Cause times is hard on the boulevard
Yo I was goin out, just like a crusader would
I robbed everything that moved
In the neighborhood
Yo I was even robbing chicks
I did mad sticks
I needed more dough so I started taking hit's
Blastin ducks with the shotty
The trigger I squeeze with ease I
Got paid 50 g's per body
In a year I killed 88
So I made about umm fuck
It I was crazy straight fuck a job
Punks is getting robbed and starved
Cuz times is hard on the boulevard
To make a long story short
I fell off like a hubcap
My operation got shut off
I can't slide a slut off
I gotta beat my dick to get a nut off
Cause when a convo is struck up
Bitches act stuck up, my luck sucks
Everything is fucked up
To get cash I gotta beg
Cause every time I reach in my pocket
All I feel is my damn leg
Its about time that I feel cash
Gotta get it right now
Gotta get it real fast
Cause all I got left is two MAC-10s, a
Army jacket, a ski mask, a hoodie
And some black Timbs
I'm about to get extra ill, so
I went to my crib
Got booted up and got dressed to kill
The first place that I hit
Was the corner store
I pulled out and told everybody
To get on the floor
I took the cash and I jetted
One kid tried to set it
I bet he regret it cause
Because he got wetted robberies I did well
When you look in the dictionary under villain
You'll see a photo of Big L fuck a job
Punks is gettin robbed and scarred
Cause times is hard on the boulevard
Yo I was robbing people on a regular basis in
Many different places and all types of races
I robbed gangstas, I robbed ducks
I didn't care who I stuck as long as
I got a buck what the fuck
When niggas see me they take flight
I'll even rob Jehovah if I catch
Him right on a late night
Keep a vest G don't try to test me
A redneck police chief tried to arrest me
Ayo that wasn't a smart cop
Because I put 2 in his chest
And his motherfucking heart stopped
Its a must I commit crimes
Cause, I gotta get mine, it's hard times
And all I see are dollar signs
Why should I work for another sucker
When I can do robberies and
Make G's like a motherfucker fuck a job
Punks is getting robbed and scarred
Cause times is hard on the boulevard
Yo I was goin out, just like a crusader would
I robbed everything that moved
In the neighborhood
Yo I was even robbing chicks
I did mad sticks
I needed more dough so I started taking hit's
Blastin ducks with the shotty
The trigger I squeeze with ease I
Got paid 50 g's per body
In a year I killed 88
So I made about umm fuck
It I was crazy straight fuck a job
Punks is getting robbed and starved
Cuz times is hard on the boulevard