Lyrics Hard Times (feat. Trae of Guerilla Maab) - Z-Ro feat. Trae of Guerilla Maab
Hard
times,
look
over
your
peoples
'cause
everybody
dying
Osama
bin
Laden
is
dropping
bombs
man,
in
a
situation
like
this
How
can
we
stay
calm
man,
calm
man,
my
nigga
This
is
hard
times,
like
it's
so
much
gun
smoke
and
see
the
stars
shine
We
living
on
dreams
but
is
they
coming
true,
what
I'm
gonna
do
Make
a
million
and
pull
a
stunt
or
two,
a
stunt
or
two
Step
into
the
world
of
a
mob
nigga,
live
in
so
much
pain
The
rain
steady
pumping
me
up,
locked
down
on
hard
times
But
I'm
knowing
that
I
gotta
make
it,
running
on
my
deadline
Giving
out
flat
lines,
'cause
if
you
think
that
I'm
feeling
Fucking
up
by
mine
man,
I
gotta
maintain
It's
like
everything
that
I
had,
it
won't
ever
be
the
same
I
feel
I'm
sicking
home
the
cemetery
'Cause
that's
where
all
of
my
people
rest
I
can't
take
the
stress,
I'm
fin
to
send
it
through
somebody
chest
That's
why
I
walk
around
pissed
off,
strapped
with
a
vest
I
done
been
through
a
lot,
ready
to
release
the
Glock
Vicinities
South,
a
brother
on
my
Dickie,
I
be
ready
to
ride
And
I'm
sick
of
this
shit,
I
ain't
fin
to
be
hiding
out,
lately
Street
life's
got
a
nigga
lost,
will
I
wind
up
in
a
coffin
I
don't
know,
I'm
about
to
blow,
I
don't
wanna
take
no
more
But
when
I
bust
in
a
rush,
you
better
hit
the
flow
Reality
is
a
motherfucker,
that's
what
they
was
telling
a
nigga
That's
just
the
truth,
I
lost
my
nigga
Screw
And
Relay
too
and
Andrew,
now
what
about
Danny
Boo
That's
fucked
up,
growing
up
in
a
childhood
all
alone
with
nobody
No
mama,
no
daddy,
Z-Ro
I
see
why
these
niggas
can't
relate
to
us
'Cause
we
them
thugs
of
another
kind
Making
these
niggas
feel
us
two
rhymes
'Cause
if
they
lived
the
life
that
we
live
They'd
probably
be
broke
down,
crying
and
dying
Hard
times,
look
over
your
peoples
'cause
everybody
dying
Osama
bin
Laden
is
dropping
bombs
man,
in
a
situation
like
this
How
can
we
stay
calm
man,
calm
man,
my
nigga
This
is
hard
times,
like
it's
so
much
gun
smoke
and
see
the
stars
shine
We
living
on
dreams
but
is
they
coming
true,
what
I'm
gonna
do
Make
a
million
and
pull
a
stunt
or
two,
a
stunt
or
two
Living
in
the
ghetto,
every
day
is
a
motherfucking
test
And
I
just
can't
rest,
gotta
keep
a
vest
around
my
chest
Seem
like
everybody
wanna
start
a
little
plex
Nigga
but
not
me
though,
I'm
trying
to
focus
On
bigger
and
brighter
thangs
Steady
trying
to
come
out
the
storm
From
hurricanes,
to
heaven
and
lighter
rain
Running
away
from
the
police
Nigga
fuck
peace,
it's
all
about
war
Nothing
but
a
AK
and
a
HK
and
a
Tommy
Gun
Sitting
in
the
back
of
the
car,
I
just
can't
cope
Everybody
is
a
suspect,
even
if
you
don't
bust
I'm
a
bust
back
We
down
to
ride
and,
all
you
little
Bitches
and
niggas
get
off
my
nut
sack
Been
18
lonely
years,
since
I
buried
my
T
Jones
When
I
be
shooting
the
breeze
But
I'm
still
conversating
like
she
ain't
gone
You
can
take
a
look
at
this
light
of
mine
Never
did
glimmer,
never
did
shine
'Cause
I
resort
to
a
life
of
crime
And
I
know
I'm
wrong,
but
I
gotta
get
mine
Fools
don't
understand
me,
a
nigga
be
nervous
24-7
Puffing
on
sticky,
eyes
redder
than
period
candy
Look
at
my
pockets,
I
might
as
well
stop
it
Because
them
hoes
on
flat,
look
in
the
freezer
And
a
sive
ain't
nothing
but
a
stomach,
these
are
hard
times
Hard
times,
look
over
your
peoples
'cause
everybody
dying
Osama
bin
Laden
is
dropping
bombs
man,
in
a
situation
like
this
How
can
we
stay
calm
man,
calm
man,
my
nigga
This
is
hard
times,
like
it's
so
much
gun
smoke
and
see
the
stars
shine
We
living
on
dreams
but
is
they
coming
true,
what
I'm
gonna
do
Make
a
million
and
pull
a
stunt
or
two,
a
stunt
or
two
Ro
pass
me
the
AK,
one
of
these
niggas
finna
pay
for
everything
That
I'm
feeling,
there
ain't
no
more
healing
To
the
head
with
lead,
is
the
only
thing
I'm
a
be
drilling
My
nigga
this
hard
times,
and
the
way
that
it
look
I
don't
think
that
it's
gonna
get
better,
the
only
thing
that's
here
Is
to
suck
it
up,
inside
I
know
that's
why
we
not
giving
a
fuck
Ready
to
bust,
on
anything
this
life
feeling,
like
we
on
our
last
breath
I'm
quiet
as
kept,
my
nigga
don't
start
or
else
somebody
goan
see
they
death
Or
hate
us
like
that,
but
this
side
of
Trae
it
be
like
that
all
times
The
only
thing
that
I
know
more
than
pain,
is
pain
and
me
never
dying
Poverty-stricken
and
headed
to
prison
Running
because
of
the
life,
you
looking
for
codeine
Or
amphetamines,
I
got
them
at
the
cheapest
price
Living
by
the
rules
of
the
street
life,
fin
to
get
niggas
Better
beat
the
streetlight
home,
after
dark
I
par-park
Everybody
be
tripping,
attempting
to
get
rich
Dig
a
bigger
ditch
bitch
bleed,
I'm
a
motherfucking
man
Trying
to
do
all
that
I
can,
I
always
held
my
ground
And
I
never
ran,
got
shot
for
taking
a
stand
I
need
a
plexing,
because
I'm
stressing,
losing
my
mind
Smoking
Wesson,
my
head
I'm
pressing,
hard
times
Hard
times,
look
over
your
peoples
'cause
everybody
dying
Osama
bin
Laden
is
dropping
bombs
man,
in
a
situation
like
this
How
can
we
stay
calm
man,
calm
man,
my
nigga
This
is
hard
times,
like
it's
so
much
gun
smoke
and
see
the
stars
shine
We
living
on
dreams
but
is
they
coming
true,
what
I'm
gonna
do
Make
a
million
and
pull
a
stunt
or
two,
a
stunt
or
two
Hard
times,
look
over
your
peoples
'cause
everybody
dying
Osama
bin
Laden
is
dropping
bombs
man,
in
a
situation
like
this
How
can
we
stay
calm
man,
calm
man,
my
nigga
This
is
hard
times,
like
it's
so
much
gun
smoke
and
see
the
stars
shine
We
living
on
dreams
but
is
they
coming
true,
what
I'm
gonna
do
Make
a
million
and
pull
a
stunt
or
two,
a
stunt
or
two
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1 What's My Name
2 Look At Me
3 Mirror, Mirror On The Wall
4 All Night Long (feat. Billy Cook & D.P.)
5 Still Standing
6 Sunshine (feat. Lil’ Keke)
7 How Does It Feel
8 Dirty Work (feat. Black Mike & Pharoah of Street Military)
9 Still In The Hood
10 RIP
11 Hard Times (feat. Trae of Guerilla Maab)
12 Life Is a B*tch (feat. Billy Cook) [Bonus Track]
13 Shelter From Da Storm
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