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1.Times So Hard

作詞:Craig Lawson, O'dell Vickers

We won't be neglected, we won't be denied
We will not be hated 'cause we're hustlin' to survive
Times so hard, tryin' to make it
Times so hard, tryin' to make it

Now all jokes aside, I'm having to realize I'm still breathing
Since a baby teasin', I knew I was gonna live
Even reasons after celebrated seasons, we was broke
Hope was selling dope or robbing these other folks

I know every bad confrontation that we was facing
I'm a young black male what would you do in my situation
Lately dozen altercation that win like a deck of cards
Sayin' we all out if you gonna accept the lord

We won't be neglected, we won't be denied
We will not be hated 'cause we're hustlin' to survive
Times so hard, tryin' to make it
Times so hard, tryin' to make it

Bad times, my cousin had done
I sent two G's to his wife and son I'm sayin'
Dear God, don't take me
Why these bitches and these niggas tryin' ta break me

I see dead presidents, my friends get bent
And mama in the ghetto tryin' to pay the rent
In high school, used to be kings and queens
Came home of a two, now they jackers and fiends, ugh
Survival play ghetto games, lose your life these days
For some yards or gold rings

We won't be neglected, we won't be denied
We will not be hated 'cause we're hustlin' to survive
Times so hard, tryin' to make it
Times so hard, tryin' to make it

Can you visualize perfection in a section of a crib
And a yard full of ghetto kids
When I was dreamin' and creamin' and wasn't makin' no money
Steady hustlin' high to make it for niggas to die for me

That's gonna forever be real
And nigga, that's regardless feelin' like I'm still in my faith
I'm hollowed headed and heartless
Balancing life on a triple beam and gambling with the arts of
fate

And niggas got the nerve to playa hate
A young nigga in this game to survive with a 45
Lookin' at the sky gettin' so high nigga
Above the law with underguard right between the sky and the
earth
Ain't touchin' dirt, claim to the dirty game for what it's worth

We won't be neglected, we won't be denied
We will not be hated 'cause we're hustlin' to survive
Times so hard, tryin' to make it
Times so hard, tryin' to make it


2.How Ya Do Dat

作詞:Ronald Banks, Steve Carrell, Glen Clifton, George Clinton,
Edward Green, Craig Lawson, Percy Miller, Nathan Perez

Ungh, how you do that there? Remix, how you do that there?
New Orleans, Baton Rouge, how you do that there?
Lafayette, Lake Charles, how you do that there?
Shreveport, Mississippi, how you do that there?
Alabama, Atlanta, how you do that there?
Florida, Arkansas, how you do that there?

Nigga say who that, heard they want do that
Run up if you will get yo ass whipped blue black
My nigga, my nerve, fresh out the curb
Jelly jam and preserve, nothin' but balls and my word

And a moss burg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Whateva my nigga 'cause young niggaz still dyin'
Hollin' 'bout huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck nigga what
Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed

A slanted and enchanted nigga named Young Bleed party on+
In the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and
days
Trippin' off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high
And tellin' 'em why, I'ma neva say die, see it my eyes
And niggaz say I fly like a eagle and see no evil
And ain't no sequel to this here

This year I'm bailin' in the dough
Supernatural, wit' ends, y'all niggaz don't here me though
But see how they runnin' everything on the cool
But they know I'm fittin' to act a fool in this motherfucker

Niggaz holla, how ya do dat there?
From Texas to Atlanta, nigga, we don't care
Niggaz holla, how ya do dat there?
Missouri, Ohio, nigga, we don't care

I hear they holla, how ya do dat there?
D.C. to tha Valley, nigga, we don't care
And niggaz holla, how ya do dat there?
California to Virginia nigga, we don't care

See in these streets, anything goes
My cousin in tha pen hittin' that iron, gettin' swoll
Sent me a letter said P, get yo paper don't trust these hoes
These niggaz they'll take you, hustlin' is a habit

Young bread cabbage, popcorn
And grits nigga tryin' to get a rabbit
What about a nice stallion to slide in
Twenty inch Vogues and some candy painted to ride in

Niggaz flip change in the game 'cause we soldiers
Eyes ever red 'cause a nigga blowin' doja
Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks
Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic glock

Hoes bounce that ass, niggaz get dealt wit'
Keep yo' enemy tight, nigga never thank quick
Pour out some liquor to tha homies I owe
R.I.P. to every fuckin' rapper that is gone

Nigga, if you 'bout it, scream and you shout it
It ain't where you from, every nigga get rowdy
Game get real, nigga guard yo' grill
'Cause in the fuckin' ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a
dollar bill

And niggaz holla, how ya do dat there?
Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga, we don't care
I hear they holla, how ya do dat there?
North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga, we don't care

Give a fuck, niggaz holla, how ya do dat there?
R.U., Utah nigga, we don't care?
I hear they holla, how ya do dat there?
Arizona, New Mexico, we don't care

It's wicked, when I kick it, you don't hear me though
When I hit tha do', best hit it tha flo', time to go
Pay tha cost to be tha boss in this rap shit, about as wicked
It's gon' get in tha industry, I be bringin' tha action

In this musical fashion, if you don't know fool you betta ask
'em
'Cause fools that wanna get wit', I get wit' 'em
When I put my gloves on, I'm 'bout to get gone, so long
Please mama may I go out and be a playa, sippin' on Hennessey

A million bitches want me, my nigga passed tha herb, I took a
token
I'm stayin' true, 'cuz what eva' he down wit' I'm down wit it
too
So don't get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you bad
'Cuz if y'all niggas start fuckin' up, somebody gon' kick yo ass

Now who's that makin' that funky noise
It's tha locster comin' through wit' all his boyz
Fucked up and let a nigga get tha right place in time
So now foolz I'm goin' fo' mine, motherfuckers, ungh

Niggaz holla,how ya do dat there?
From New York to Oklahoma nigga, we don't care
I hear they holla, how ya do dat there?
Minnesota to Michigan, nigga, we don't care

Give a fuck niggaz holla, how ya do dat there?
Illinois to Indiana nigga, we don't care
I hear they holla, how ya do dat there?
'Cause TRU niggaz is 'bout it and we don't care

How we do that there?
How we do that there?
How we do that there?
'Cause no limit niggaz 'bout it and we don't care


3.Keep It Real

作詞:Jr., Glenn Reid Clifton, Craig Lawson, Percy Miller, Nathan
Perez

Yeah, uh, my boy Young Bleed in here
C-Loc in here, an' you know the
Colonel MP up in here

Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg
Hustiln' high, 'cuz live niggas keep it real
Young, can we keep it real Loc?
Tryin' not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga

Nigga it burns for gold that rose before me
That was fakin' the funk, long an' behold I come to get it
So I'm takin' it in chunks, out to lunch for brunch
Maggots gonna munch in perpendicular, order money, man slaughter

I write this shit that's good for you
How many mutha fuckas must get dealt wit'?
Before someone kick down yo door, an' leave you helpless
Is you feelin' my fear, feelin' my vibe, at the same time

I dirty my theory, clickin' my tribe, tryin' ta claim mine
Hush, what you discovered don't shake the rector
My nigga, my nerve, go get the camera, get the picture
I'm laughin' at y'all for tryin' to ball, wit' yo mug on me

Movin' a million mutha fuckas strappin' murder machine
I come dainty an benidine, so gimme mine, sippin' great wine
Polishin' pussy that's genuine, paralyzed to the format
Still smokin' blunts for days

An' mama's theories an' ways, got me prepared ha
Niggas ain't ready but if it wasn't for the grace of God
They say you couldn't live life against all odds
I know it's hard but it's real though
I'm 'bout to peel out, every time I touch somethin'
What ya feel yo, nigga, give a fuck if you bigga

Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg
Hustiln' high, 'cuz live niggas keep it real
Young, can we keep it real Loc?
Tryin' not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga

It be a piper push pounds, wit' playas who wanna rise
So now I can make a legal paper in this rap game
At the first used to hear that boy playin' wit' steel toys

Now I'm worse, can't break the curse, y'all laugh until I die
Comin' from the dirt, so watch a young hustler rise an shine
Like the ghetto mastermind, let 'em know, why do
('Bout it, 'bout it)

Young mutha fucka ain't do shit, can't stand the heat
Get out the kitchen, before trigga fingas get to itchin'
Get up, get into position to have twitchin', thinkin', damn
How could I have mention, stop trippin', keep it real nigga

Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg
Hustiln' high, 'cuz live niggas keep it real
Young, can we keep it real Loc?
Tryin' not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga

Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg
Hustiln' high, 'cuz live niggas keep it real
Young, can we keep it real Loc?
Tryin' not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga

Uh, I live my life of a youngsta wit' money
Too many, bitches panhandlers, beggas an dummies
Tryin' to, steal my soul, I mean suck me dry
For these 20 inch rims on my ghetto ride

I couldn't lose my life tryin' to keep my shoes
Sell my soul to the devil, in the ghetto you lose
An' ain't no, nigga gonna make it, fakin' the game
Too many blacks behind bars for fortune and fame

I live, my life, readin' jail house letters, I'm workin'
Money orders sendin' weed through sweaters
I seen mama's turn off of hustlas and killas
My last supper probably gonna be wit' fiends an' dealers, uh

Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg
Hustiln' high, 'cuz live niggas keep it real
Young, can we keep it real Loc?
Tryin' not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga

Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg
Hustiln' high, 'cuz live niggas keep it real
Young, can we keep it real Loc?
Tryin' not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga

Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg
Hustiln' high, 'cuz live niggas keep it real
Young, can we keep it real Loc?
Tryin' not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga

C-Loc records, keep it real, for all the records
Keep it real Loc the whole south, to the east
To the west, to the middle, uh
We gonna keep it real though, keep it real Loc


4.Lil Poppa Got A Brand New Bag

Go get that paper Lil Pop, fuck all that drama and drag
Don't stop for nuttin' my noggin' just put it down with a sag
I never knew nothin' better than choppin' cheddar for cheese
Passin' my enemies, blowin' in the breeze

Don't make it no murder my nigga, niggaz die young where I'm
from
Sippin' on red rum, poppin' till the dead drunk
Make money my nigga but keep it real doe cause Soldier boyz
Be stompin' in steel toes, with nuttin' to live foe, ya heard me
fool?
That's how I come up, that's how it go down

Niggaz and bitches make the world go 'round, without a sound
We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty, Dirty flippin'
From a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty
Holla at ya boy, unemployed, in the welfare line gettin' mine
Smellin' like a pound of paiyan, however we shine
In blind fury dodgin' the judge and the jury

They wanna beat me but can't see me 'cause they vision too
blurry
I ride from state to state, seein' them checkin' my plate
It's like, everywhere you go they gotta playa hate a nigga main
I do my thang from here to Maine, like it ain't no thang
(What? Uh)
'Cause see you gotta let em hang main, fuck that shit

Nigga, get your mind right 'cause when the time's right
Niggaz will put yo' ass to sleep, I thinks deep
(Huh bro?)
Fuck what you heard, you gots to see to believe
And if you blind to visualize a nigga chasin' this cheese
Down on my knees at my bedside, sayin' my grace

'Cause in the mornin' I'll be gone a nigga makin' my way, okay
I keep em jumpin' like the jacks to little macks, my netti
Ready for confedi and fuck what they tryin' to tell me
I'm bout to get it and the only way I know
Is rappin' if it don't happen I'm makin' bitches hit the flo',
you know

Fuck block to block hoe, it's coast to coast, and it's easy
We G and do it legit those raps with locs
On the fork but game sharper than a surgeon for scalpel
You wanna battle no hassle come let me kick it what cha asked
foe
And razzle yo' ass, nut up like heaven and hash

As my little brain's tearin' the tenement blast, they pity ass
But I'm flickin' my ashes stickin' asses of bastards
Fieldin' shit like flea flickers and kickin' it with G niggaz
See what you makin' with the raise at your job
Is what a nigga like this here can shake two days in the mob

And I could be my own boss employed by the streets
(Do what main?)
I'm chasin' Jakes and player Haitian on Friday the 15th
With my Air Mack splendid Nike's on my feet
With weed in the air, soul secluded from the police

'Cause I'm a little on the wild side, thuggin' and pluggin'
That make a nigga wanna jack for the fuck of it
But see I makes peace to get the shit a nigga wish he could have
Long as you stay the fuck out they pop a brand new bag
Nigga what