Nas - Hardest Thing Is to Stay Alive lyrics

So many niggas get fucked up in the game
See that's where they get caught out
There in that word "Game"
Cause it's not no fuckin game

When you hear shells coming at cha
Hot Ones from a shotgun I
Bet nigga runs faster
Loose a shoe to get away from a blaster
Think about that casket you don't
Wanna be in that shit
Quick to take his signin you
Taking every bodies package
Money over Bitches was a loyal practice
So you act as if money was no object
Spinin 5 zues trips for your whole projects
EPCOT Center, renters for ya bitches
Rolllies for dogs
Now he in the morgue, slayed by his bitches
Everyday I reminiscing how he was living
Having fun cause any day could
Have led to prison
Not for a short bid cause if
The FEDS ever caught kid
It be like 25 years conspiracy
Another 25 for RICO snatching up
Him and his people
He had his jeep bullet proof with
Silencers on the desert eagle
Flipping bricks in Gary Indiana
He had it locked down from
The streets to the slammer
Only trusted two things his
Trigger and his hammer
Used to be a bum till had a six month run
Had a lawsuit thirty G's the case was won
Met with Mexican Hoya cop boya
Bought barber shop named it after seed Shaday
There where they found his body
In a barber chair face down
Bullets in his chest
Sliced apart from the waist down
Planned to sell his shop stick
Hoya for everything he got
Take jewels and his pies
Fill his shoes with cement to drop
His body in the tides but Hoya was wise
Even when he ain't around he
Got ears and eyes gotta stay a step ahead of
This game to stay alive

Always wanted fame always wanted cash
To Live fast get the girls
With tha biggest ass
Fuck her 9 to 5 gotta drive a 5
Now that I got it the Hardest
Thing To Do Is Stay Alive

Coke head Saundra she grew in Gowanus
Her man was large and Saundra
Was his baby mama
Stayed in drama Fighting with hood
Rats that he was fucking
No job all day she did nothing
They son was 7 years old
She really wasn't wifey
First should she would transport blow
Overnight for a G
He paid up front they laid up once
She got pregnant she would dead it
She had a boy
Named her son Infinite after his
Father who did dirt
She didn't know disaster would follow
Capsules and bottles of crack in
The back of his Mazda
He let her drive while he
Drove the Burgundy 5
He often talked about how he
Wants to murder these guys
From off of Bourbon Street had
Mad workin the street
Lifestyle richest nigga far from how
He use to be
Never thought he'd rock diamonds never
Took weakness for kindness
That's how he gradually grew
Did a Favor for a favor now
The nigga in with the crew
And Now he live major house in
Dix Hills next to Brook Shields
With the cook and the maid shit was real
Saved his first bill made in his bodega
Good Luck playa sign on the
Paper taped to the window
Escaped from a would be kidnap and slept
Thought niggas feared his rep
Until he got wet
Would had the world in his hands
His girl did a scam
The owners rich is boning niggas to
Get rid of her man welcome To The Game Baby

The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive
The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive
The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive