Hard Livin lyrics

[Merc]

Yeah, yeah, uh

Young Merc

For all my youg niggaz (All of my young niggaz)

On the block, Naa mean (On the block)

Going hard (Blow hard nigga)



Yo I was raised in poverty (in poverty)

Yeah, life was hard

Growin up `round, killaz and hust-lers

I used ta, sit on the porch

Watch pops smoke luports

Trying when he was going to get his next bag to snort

I just sit back, deep in thought like (man)

Wishin I had a plan to make him a better man

But I can`t, but that`s what made it worse

Then I started smokin weed and hustlin work

I turned to the streets, fifteen, mind on cash

Highschool fliest nigga in the class

Why all y`all was studyin trying to pass

I was tryna, get the pass, to cut out and get ass

I was always ahead of my time

Neighbours in the hood said I be locked up

Or dead by twenty-five

But still I, Ride, wit my head high

Knowin I`m a young thug and I will survive



[Chorus: Merc]

I can`t stop (I can`t stop)

I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)

Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin)

It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison)

Hard livin

(Repeat Once)



[D.O. Cannon]

Uh, the ghetto

We prayin, Lord

All of my thugs be given strength

POV Shitty

You ain`t gotta show me love when I`m wearin the glove

And I just found out my man done chick slugs

And my man rever diss touch down

Means alot of niggaz on the streets ain`t really gon eat right now

Man I`m so mad dog, I can`t tell you why

If the Lord don`t bow down I`ll murder the damn sky

I`m to hot for this shit, please calm me down

I stay doing right, I stay doing wrong

I stay huggin my moms I lost in eighty-nine

I`m still bangin that nine I had since eighty-nine

You niggaz feelin my vibe?

Man it`s hard to walk, man it`s hard to talk

Dog I keep quiet

Cuz playas wear wires when we start to bring the riot

I`m tired of this shit, take me now

I`m gon be back in a minute dog don`t hate me now

I heard the streets wanna smoke me

Dog, I`m to lokey

It`s murda



[Chorus: Merc]

I can`t stop (I can`t stop)

I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)

Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin)

It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison)

Hard livin

(Repeat Once)



[Black Child]

Word to god, Yeah

I was only twelve when I first went to jail

Locked up and sparked it, fucked up and heartless

My moms had a habit, heron and acid

A bad lil` basterd always needed my ass kicked

A five member family living in one room

Cookin on hot plates, eatin on plastic spoons

I don`t esagerate, or imaginate

I had to go to jail to graduate

Growin up in Foster homes, You Fosters own

I had to get up, get out and get my own

Niggaz was throwin bricks I`m tossin stones

Then I floss the chrome, the boss is home

But the block is gone, the cops is wrong

Yellow got paralyzed, Little Jemel died

Put me in hell and I still rise

Put me in the chair I`ll fry

Do my whole twenty-five



[Chorus: Merc]

I can`t stop (I can`t stop)

I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)

Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin)

It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison)

Hard livin

(Repeat Once)
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