Hard Life - Big Tymers F/ Juvenile & Lil Wayne

[Baby] 
For sure, lil' one 
I know what you're goin' through to shine 
Niggas pullin' off all type of shit 
But, look: if you don't know what you're doin', 
you'd better catch the sideline 
Catch the sideline 

Nigga, the block look the same - it's just crack and cocaine 
Niggas losin' but we still maintainin' 
Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand 
Knockin' project bricks 
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick 
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love slingin' this white shit 
S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops - we love that shit 
'Bout two-hundred thugs with this clique 
We multiply everyday for the bullshit 
For the hood shit 
Burned down buildin's ain't no good, slick 
Niggas pullin' auctions on they own cars to get money quick 
Then we dippin' and dabbin' 
Goin' back to the labbin' 
Lil' niggas payin' me for cookin' they slabbin' 
Cook a brick and make it out a brick-and-halfin' 
Chargin' them young g's ten G's for cookin' they slabs 
Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it 

(Hook - 4x [Juvenile]) 
It's a hard life we livin' - they 'bout they drama 
We earn stripes from killin' - attack like piranhas 

[Lil' Wayne] 
Look 
Look 
On the streets it ain't sweet 
They be (?) 
It's not a game, homeboy - this ain't the NFL 
Him just (?) from rippin' with the mid-deck twelve 
Hit the block in twin-SL's, and spit at gals 
You get that, pal? 
Once it's war, nigga, skip town 
'Cause if I don't do it, be swimmin' with fish, clown 
Now, crack a whole chick down, sell it in quarters 
If the drama happen to hit town, I'm 'nappin' your daughter 
If the broad try to flip out, I'm cuttin' her water 
If your boys try to help out, I'm killin' they fathers 
When and wherever 
What and however - you bring it good 
I'll have your mom singin' "Hmmm hmm hmmm" 
Cause nowadays lot of niggas got coward ways 
So I ride with K's to knock off the side of heads 
But I'm tryin' to stay man, I'm tryin' to stay focused 
What I'm tryin' to say we gon' bust it wide open! 

(Hook - 4x [Juvenile]) 

[Mannie Fresh] 
What 
What 
Pimps, playas, riders, rollers, hustlers 
Gangstas, thugs, criminal motherfuckers 
Hit it, quit it, fuck it, leave it, flee 
No evidence at your residence - that's me 
Black, ugly, mean, sheisty bastard 
Preachers and teachers sayin', "I'm surprised you lasted." 
Guns, drugs, bitches hot sex 
Weed, crack, heroin - what's next? 
Feds, cops, killers politicians 
Hookers, hoes, (?) all on missions 
Crooks, mayors, presidents, and leaders 
N-double-A-CP, rednecks, and meat beaters 
Mommas, baby-mommas, aunties and cousins 
Scatter sites, knocked-out lights, projects by the dump 
And cars, broads, murders ghetto life 
I went through all that shit 
for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice 

(Hook - 4x [Juvenile]) 

[Juvenile] 
I've been blessed 
I thank the Lord everyday 
for gettin' me from 'round these devils in these dark hallways 
How the fuck you gonna help me when I don't care? 
Niggas see me front it all - they just look and stare 
And talk about how it should be and how it could be 
Bentley in my basement - ain't nobody understood me 
Take care of your people like you take care of your kids 
'Cause money ain't shit when you don't know how to live 
And niggas gon' pretend to be your friend when they ain't 
You expect 'em to be there until the end, but they can't 
Now, how many of you can say you're a real nigga? 
Play the Prowler, but scared to go in the field with ya 
You gon' know your nigga - he gon' be there, still with ya 
Whether if it's talkin' or slingin' the steal with ya 
Don't answer nobody questions 
Gotta turn to the Lord with a confession 

(Hook - 4x [Juvenile]) 
It's a hard life we livin' - 'cause they 'bout they drama 
We earn stripes from killin' - attack like piranhas