Cent sample "Places to Go"] Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back! [Trife Da God] We hustle hard
sample "Places to Go"] Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back! [Trife Da God] We hustle hard
(Krayzie - repeat 4X) We hard time, hard time hustlin, hustlin (Chorus: Sade) Mama been laid off She ain't workin no mo' Papa been laid off He say things
Well my idea of a good time Is walkin' my property line And knowin' the mud on my boots is mine Watchin' them leaves Turnin' from green to gold
you. But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you. I drink all day. I smoke all day. I've done it all but tap The vein. These hard lines
! Why do they think I Play PUNK ROCK!!! Steve Albini playing god of indie heaven, stupid dorks Indie sux, hard-line sux, emo sux, YOU SUCK! Indie sux, hard-line
headlights, it's a funny thing Hard liner, yeah, she brings ice when I bring fire Hard liner, tightrope 'cross Niagara, don't cut my wire Hard liner, hard, hard
i'm re-submitting the lyrics for "looks aren't everything" as i may have turned a few words around. these will be correct, Will looks like she's found
of road I feel a chill runnin' through my bones All the way, all the way to that Hardin County line All the way, all the way to that Hardin County line
When her high heels hit the floor Let her go When she sa-shays out the door Let her go There's an unspoken rule Every man should know You can't hold
My baby's playing hard to please And I think I figured out what it is she wants from me 'Cause when I holder her close When we go out at night I can hardly
with tissues and when I know you're outside banging that I won't let you in 'Cause it's a hard life with love in the world And I'm a hard girl, loving
Thought you had me fooled but you were wrong I know what's going on, it didn't take me long It wasn't hard to read between the lines The necklace in
time it locks me in Paint they own pictures, then they crop me in But I will remain where the top begins 'Cause I am not a word, I am not a line I am
World War One Warren Harding next in line It's Calvin Coolidge; he does fine And then in nineteen twenty-nine The market crashes and we find Warren Harding
' like last year The game needs change and I'm the motherfucking cashier Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed Quarters of the kush shape the lines
meet you there You're the one thing that I needed I'm caught in the crossfire and I don't care 'Cause I try so hard I never thought I'd fall so far