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letra de hard livin' - irv gotti

(feat. black child, d.o. cannon, young merc)

[merc]
yeah, yeah, uh
young merc
for all my youg n-ggas (all of my young n-ggas)
on the block, naa mean (on the block)
going hard (blow hard n-gga)

yo i was raised in poverty (in poverty)
yeah, life was hard
growin up ’round, k!llaz 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 n-gga in the cl-ss
why all y’all was studyin trying to p-ss
i was tryna, get the p-ss, to cut out and get -ss
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 sh-tty
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 n-ggas 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 d-mn sky
i’m to hot for this sh-t, 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 n-ggas 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 sh-t, 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

[black child]
word to god, yeah
i was only twelve when i first went to jail
locked up and sparked it, f-cked up and heartless
my moms had a habit, heron and acid
a bad lil’ basterd always needed my -ss 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
n-ggas 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 h-ll and i still rise
put me in the chair i’ll fry
do my whole twenty-five

- irv gotti

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