Hard Times

[Esham] For the suckas that hate me Keep my gun up off safety, while you actin all shady Baby, thats where the snakes be Three-one-three, D-E-T, 7 M-I-L-E Uzi still in my Pelle It's Esham, not Al Wissam Butter Man Bitch swerving hard out the gutter lane Run tell your mother man, the motherfucking cutter man Its just another mothafucking brother strugglin "UH" one time for Biggie "UH UH UH" three times for Pac, and it don't stop When I set up shop, I bought my Glock fresh up out the box Up out the plastic, situations drastic Don't fuck around and get stretched like elastic Once the Glock Austria seventeen blasted I put the bastard in his casket Now they wrapping another up in plastic [Hook] Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine Steady on the grind, hard times (and I'm tryin to get mine) Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine Steady on the grind, hard times (and I'm steady with the nine) Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine Steady on the grind, hard times (and I'm steady on the grind) Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine Steady on the grind, hard times (hard times) [Violent J] Hard times I found a dead body on the way to school I told nobody 'bout it, man I thought it was cool I went and visited it, and talked with it, made it my friend Until it smelled so fuckin bad I couldn't handle it man My daddy was a hard worker, always hussling change Because he drank so much, I think he drowned his brain The only time we ever spoke was when he was beating my ass He slapped my momma up, and grabbed her purse and dipped in for cash It don't stop, tick tock until the break of dawn A crooked-ass pig-cop I'm quick to break your arm I climbed up into a tree at five-thirty AM I'm huntin hay-am, pig-skinner good god damn Somebody tried to kill me, but they missed, and pissed The shit they ass when the black glass hollowtips hissed And I blew his head clean off, his hat landed on his neck And I thought, "Look at that" Hard times [Hook] [Shaggy 2 Dope] Marinating with my forearms hanging out the jail bars Bitch, I ain't no Mel Fahr, I ain't no superstar But nontheless, he in a cell right next to me I seen him sellin hot cars on this lot right on Court TV So I sit back on my slab thinking "What the fuck?" Toilet paper roll for a pillow, "How'd I get locked up?" Was it the stalking, or maybe the murders? Oh shit, maybe the booty-stabbing of Kim Mathers? Naw, it couldn't be, she was cool with that shit On top of that, when I pulled out, she sucked on my dick (ewww!) Could it have been the gat in my sock? (Nah!) Could it been the block getting hot? (Nah!) Could it be about the snitch getting caught? (Nah!) Could it have been about stinkin body rot? (Yeah!) I could've killed or I could've killed time But I chose number one, now I'm doin hard time [Hook]