Slim Thug, Scarface, J-Dawg - Hard lyrics

The streets lights are glowing
Every day's another struggle
The move is slowly and silent staring make
It so my hustle is in tight
The city streets is hectic gotta get it
Here the mall, ain't a promise to me
So I don't live and feel
Working til' I touch it
Stack it until I need it
I spend it on what I want
Re-up and that's when I'm weeded
It's over you never see me
It's being something' as it's lesser
The niggers straight out the gutter
Murder without a question
Product my surroundings
Click and clack and downing
All they know is he missing when
Niggers ain't never found him
Assaulting and stealing yet
I don't live it on rejects
I'm a motherfuckin' killer fo' real
With the same threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets and my
Advice for you is live your life
Ya never know when niggers might hit
You in the city lights get it right
Ya never know when niggers might hit
You in the city lights
Get it right (Get it right)

Born and raised on the North blocks
Home of the hard knocks wanna get rich
Find a spot to pump that hard out
Might get robbed and shot if
Niggers don't think you worthy
In my hood, I saw a lot of gangstas die early
Mama heart broke
And brother feel like he gotta fix it
So he loading up from straps
Bout to hit it where they kick it
Got a first class ticket to the pen
Seventeen years old but up in
That they all men
It's just another day, one come out
Another go in it's hard out here
You can't even trust yo friends
They'll have a nigga set up
Whatever by the curb
It's every man for self, oh you ain't heard
I'm a motherfuckin' Hogg
Survive through it all
Stand up tall, we don't fall, No
I been shot at but ain't been shot
Been in plenty fight but ain't been drop
Always came out on top like a hard knock

Straight up
Yeah, these tattoo tears cover my face
My momma got mad at first but
Shit she know she may
I'm a G you gotta pray for me
It is what it is
Why these niggers out here playing
Man this really my fear?
What'cha know about them late nights
No lights and no food?
No diapers for the babies the
House smell like booboo
Think of what'chu would do what I
Tell ya what I does
Walk straight up off the porch
Now the Camus begun
My big brother on lock, so I starve his gut
He gon' lead to where he at
I been in the going stuff for crack and that
Big homie knew I had it on my mind
He ain't like it but it right
That run it through my bloodline
He knew what he decline and what goin'
Be hard for me to find
So he choose to put me down
And I got up on my grind
The dawgz and you hoes
Say I'm glorifying crack
My momma lights off, the
Whole house pitch black, bitch!
Straight up