this Who the buck 50 what?s coming out the speakers got every video bitch scared the fuck of me [Chorus] Having hard times There?s no love to be found Having hard times
Übersetzung: The Game. Harte Zeiten.
What I Need in my life seems so hard to find (so hard - so hard - so hard) gotta get up on my grind 'cause I'm runnin out of time (it's like I'm runnin
they made the Maybach's it was Impala this - it was 'Lac that it was loud rump, wood grain, and wet - wet times changed niggaz stuntin game picked up
fit Everywhere a nigga breaking the same ol' laws All ending up behind the same ol' bars If they third time getting caught for the same charge It's they second time
to me, I don't wanna holla Verse 3: Man I ain't lying, the game done got flakey You don't know who is who, the game done got shady Niggas play hard,
got nothing to hide But look at me now, I'm focused, you can tell I try You can even tell the way I lean when I drive It's a new day, new time, I got
: (Talking) What's Happenin Mayne? This Lil' B Gizzle, Ya Heard Me At any given time it could happen So I'm here, you know I gotta make it happen, Look
: (*talking*) Look, I'ma get in the game you heard me Women, over here come listen, tell em If you ain't been with a nigga, its too late In the game,
: [ANSWERING MACHINE] "Today: six fifty-six PM Central Time." [AUTOMATED VOICE] "You have a COLLECT call from a Louisiana inmate. Press 'one' to accept
them niggas who help you get the money you straight FUCK EM When check time come, they gets nothin', you pluck em And y'all hoes for lettin' him take it, Hard
ya' in the driveway dumpster I fuck wit' only real niggaz Hard hitters, trill niggers, straight wig splitters No soft niggaz my dogs play the game raw
in that 3 Play wit em, hard head niggas they split em Raw dope they sell it, I get it I can tell it How it go, back up or get banged nigga Street smarts the game
a real soldier Gats I load, slip you dont value what's on ya shoulder Now I done told ya -- the streets is real all the time Gotta survive the game nigga
Boyz ride Girlfriend under the seat, driver side of the Hummer Here comes the chopper drummer faster than a track runner Don't play the hard road 'cause the hard
Nigga believe I'll rip a nigga shit for it [Chorus] In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live large But you step or get stepped on, times is hard
still feel the wounds You left on my tortured skin... I won't forget your chainsaw And the games you played. Come on, little angel, Will you play my game
knew you wud (actin so stupid) Even though i gotta flock thas pretty large I dun't wanna front (uh huh uh huh) Butcha kno you gotta work real hard to