Hard Times Lyrics by Mc Eiht

Hard Times Lyrics

    Geah, we in the muthafuckin house
    Eihthype in the muthafuckin house bitch, for the 94
    Ain't no love ho, uh
    And right about now niggas on the run in the muthafuckin house
    Lil hawk'n bird in the muthafuckin house
    Half ounce in this bitch, you know i'm sayin'?
    And this how we gon' do this for all the compton homies

    Niggas back the fuck up and let me get down
    Another o.g. from the compton town
    Uh, so put yo' gun down, run up fool
    And as you procede to run get that with the tool
    It's mc eiht so what's up with that?
    Ratta-tat-tat from the stolen gat
    Uh, my nigga fuckin' hawk & bird got the mac-10
    Eihthype quick to do that ass in
    Living in the street where we slang that cavi
    Fool if you don't know, it's compton - cali
    Hood rats tryin' to scheme on my riches
    Hit the pussy and dash, fuck you bitches
    Gotta watch out for the schemin' cops
    Car jacking and macking don't stop
    Come back to hit yo' fuckin' block with the tec-9
    I'm doin' my dirt cause fool it's hard times, geah

    I never leave the pad without the gun
    Dip through and kick it with some niggas on the run
    They put me down on a lick
    On some punk fools across town you can get the dick
    Slipped up and fucked around, i seen the goods
    Don't mess around with these niggas in the hood
    I hit 'em up with that muthafuckin west side
    Serve a clock-head for the fuckin' g-ride
    You're all alone so now it's on
    See the barrel of my chrome, take 2 to your dome, uh
    You can't fuck with it fool so don't say nuthin'
    Niggas i'm stompin' so i'll keep dumpin'
    Don't try to fuck with the eiht - ball
    As i chop chop, timber, i'll watch that ass fall
    So is that it? i don't think you want no more
    Nigga new improved like madden 94
    Hut hut fool, so now you gotta punt
    As i flick your ass like ashes off my blunt, hard times

    Aw shit, you better run when the night fall
    Eihthype fuckin' up shit on a murder call
    So bail the fuck on before i start taggin'
    Khaki's creased up bitch and i'm saggin'
    All the way down the chronic row to the mutherfuckin hub
    Pocket full of bud
    Niggas don't fuck around is what you heard
    Back up's brought in by little hawk & bird
    Creep in the muthafuckin' home
    Put 2 hollow points in your dome then i'm gone
    Back out the muthafuckin' win - dow
    Leave your crib smellin just like endo
    Niggas got guns, niggas got funds
    Niggas cap that ass so we niggas on the run, geah
    Bail from the depths of hell, that's compton
    If you don't copy we knock out teeth
    So bring your mark ass down to the spot
    Where one times is hot and you might get got, hard times, geah

    We in the mutherfuckin house
    Eihthype in the mutherfuckin' house
    Niggas on the run in the mutherfuckin' house
    And that's how we doin' it for the 94 nigga
    So stay the fuck down fool, geah
    Like i said before, geah
    Nigga

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