Slim Thug - Goin Hard Lyrics
[Scarface:]The streets lights are glowing, everyday's another struggleThe moon is slowly and silent staring make it so my hustle is antiteThe city streets is hectic gotta get itHere the mall, ain't a promise to meSo I don't live and feel working til' I touch it, stack it until I need itI spend it on what I want, re-up and that's when I needIt's over you never see me, it's being salt as it's lesserThe niggas straight out the gutta, murder without a questionBodies in my surroundings, click-clack from downingAll they know is he missing when niggas ain't never found himAssaulting is the least, I don't live it on rejectsI'm a mutha*****in' killer foreal with the same threatI'm as gangsta as it gets and my advice for you is lay your lifeYa never know when niggas might hit you in the city lightsGet it right, ya never know when niggas might hit you in the city lightsGet it right (Get it right)[Slim Thug:]Born and raised on the North blocks, home of the hard-knocksWanna get rich, find a spot to pump that hard outMight get robbed and shot if niggas don't think you worthyIn my hood, I saw a lot of gangstas die earlyMama heart broke, and brother feel like he gotta fix itSo he loading up from straps, bout to hit it where they kick itGot a first class ticket to the penSeventeen-years-old but up in that they all menIt's just another day, one come out, another go inIt's hard out here, you can't even trust yo friendsThey'll have a nigga set up, whatever by the curbIt's every man for self, oh you ain't heardI'm a mutha*****in' Hogg, survive through it allStand up tall, we don't fall, nawI been shot at but ain't been shotBeen in plenty fight but ain't been dropAlways came out on top like a hard-knock[J-Dawg:]Straight upYeah, these tattoo tears cover my faceMy momma got mad at first but shit she know she mayI'm a G you gotta pray for me, it is what it isWhy these niggas out here playing, mayne this really my fear?What'cha know about them late nights, no lights and no food?No diapers for the baby's, the house smell like boo-booThink of what'chu would do what I tell ya what I doesWalk straight up off the porch, now the Camus begunMy big brother on lock, so I starve his gutHe goin lead to where he at, I been in the going stuff for crack and thatBig homie knew I had it on my mindHe ain't like it but it right that run it through my bloodlineHe knew what he decline and what goin be hard for me to findSo he choose to put me down, and I got up on my grindThe dawg and you hoes say I'm glorifying crackMy momma lights off, the whole house pitch black, *****!Straight upYeah
