Esham, Insane Clown Posse - Hard Times lyrics

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-IL-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



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)

Hard times
I found a dead body on the way to school
I told nobody 'bout it
Man I thought it was cool
I went and visited it, and talked with it
Made it my friend
Until it smelled so fuckin bad
I couldn't handle it man
My daddy was a hard worker
Always hussling change
Because he drank so much
I think he drowned his brain
The only time we ever spoke was
When he was beating my ass
He slapped my momma up
And grabbed her purse and dipped in for cash
It don't stop
Tick tock until the break of dawn
A crooked-ass pig-cop I'm quick
To break your arm
I climbed up into a tree at five-thirty AM
I'm huntin hay-am, pig-skinner good god damn
Somebody tried to kill me, but they missed
And pissed the shit they ass when the
Black glass hollowtips hissed
And I blew his head clean off
His hat landed on his neck
And I thought, "Look at that" hard times

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)

Marinating with my forearms hanging
Out the jail bars
Bitch, I ain't no Mel Farr
I ain't no superstar
But nontheless, he in a cell right next to me
I seen him sellin hot cars on
This lot right on Court TV
So I sit back on my
Slab thinking "What the fuck?"
Toilet paper roll for a pillow
"How'd I get locked up?"
Was it the stalking, or maybe the murders?
Oh shit
Maybe the booty-stabbing of Kim Mathers?
Naw, it couldn't be
She was cool with that shit
On top of that, when I pulled out
She sucked on my dick (ewww)
Could it have been the gat in my sock? (Nah)
Could it been the block getting hot? (Nah)
Could it be about the snitch getting caught?
(Nah)
Could it have been about stinkin body rot?
(yeah)
I could've killed or I could've killed time
But I chose number one
Now I'm doin' hard time

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)