of the cream B-b-beating hard times, that is my theme Hard times in life, hard times in death I'm gonna keep on fighting to my very last breath Hard times
Hard times in life, hard times in death I'm gonna keep on fighting to my very last breath Hard times Hard times Hard times Hard times Hard times Hard times Hard
like a genie I represent, got more candy than peppermint intelligent Nigga I might just, run for President with Bill Clinton Did I mention, I had record George I'd run
Kiwi T-O-B-E, and 3-8 and D My peeps at A.G., Smooth and Big D Wild Child and 3, Duke and Jimmy D Them boys off Botany, Lil' Ke and Pokey Clay-Doe and
horny! Me love you long time! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] Sittin' in my office with my dick on hard Fuckin' all the interns 'cause I'm the boss Picked
for sexin Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class and I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin Mobbin
really blow my mind freak, c'mon I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail Skinny niggaz throw the dick well Everybody get they condoms, brother cause it's time
afterlife This is Judah Zor, a hard act to follow Murderous clique nigga, known as desperado. [Ali] Up next, Hillsdale representative My nigga M.K.!!! [M.K.] You knew what time
Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down (I'm to' down, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down) [Loot Pack] We got that rhyme elevation
and comin 3-D say I'm cooked out With a buncha reals, ampex and the graveyard My dick stay hard, 4000 mega Hallucinatin gorillas froze and serve em, Vega
m.I.c. and feed you a... ? You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya, I'm getting older and I'm knowing better [x3]
I run a hundred miles paper chasin I'm 'bout drama, foolishness, whatever start the trigga play I had to spank a nigga believin what a bitch say Like K.C
to run it [M.F.] B.Geezy in here [B.G.] Ya ever wonder...how they be broke-- ([M] Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful) ?-and loaded? ([M] Run
got inside Man I'm flipping and dipping and see these white girls I'm pimping Got they daddys credit card so you know that I'm living Hood rich, fuck
to roll I take a shot for my nigga gimme two to the ribs Run a spot for my nigga, while you doin your bid Fuck a step pop these c's gonna know who you
run deep as if my name was Jacque Cousteau You're a petty punk, pussy nigga from PC I'll pull your file, I'm buckwild like I'm from DC You wanted a sequel
Kelly B.G. Throwin' up two C's Hit the Crens with the strap, blue down and B-D's Die-'Rus can't escape once the gat starts burn Because I'm bright dead
