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I done done it all from jackin’ and slangin’ nigga trust that Stealin’ cars snortin’ dope gettin’ bust at Never goin’ ta school all kinda bull-shit They callin’ my moma in I got her lookin’ unfit But look it ain’t cint fault I turned out this way Its my fault she told me right from wrong everyday When my daddy got killed I think thats when I went a stray Mark nell l.t. and me made niggas lay on they face We was about that gunplay and on the grind We was on a paper chase we wanted ta shine Gotta get it how you live where the fuck I’m from Gotta keep it on the real where the fuck I’m from Growin’ up in the streets best believe it’s dangerous They lock us up but the jail ain’t changin’ us You’ll make it how I live if you don’t mind dyin’ Growin’ up in my shoes best believe was hard times nigga (chorus) 2x Hard times got a nigga in all black I’m goin’ jack for that silver pack where it’s at Hard times got the b.g. drove nigga Hard times got me duckin’ them white folks nigga Its a hard time comin’ up where I’m from like a twister spinnin’ Don’t get caught in it Its drastic drama it’s everyday life whoa Jackin’ is a way of livin ’if you ain’t on the right road I move fast my people say I need ta slow down Close ya nose or ya gonna go down I’m beefin’ with different sets I’m duckin’ them white folks Playin’ my hoes close They tied up like a rope I’m slangin’ tryin’ ta make a million and chill Buy a ten story buildin’ and a football field Diamonds round my neck and wrist plenty golds in my grill Niggas gone get holes in they head if they don’t keep it real My mama cryin’ cuz she think i’ma get my head bust But I tell her growin’ up with no daddy is rough Welfare ain’t enough And I wanna shine So I’m goin get mine nigga and get out these hard times whoa (chorus) 2x Me and my niggas buyin’ cars don’t give a fuck what it’s costin’ Neighborhood superstar hot boy$ bout flossin’ Crossin any of us get that put in a coffin You don’t hear we loss a shoot-out very often We ballin’ Shot callin’ Walkin’ to the top And when we get there believe we closin’ shop I’m lettin’ my law down makin’ gs nigga I done been through them hard times I’m makin’ chesse nigga Me and fresh can hook up and make a hit with ease nigga Fade me the b.g. pretty please nigga I’m a six figure Money go-getter Drivin’ expedition Bet a bitch quick and put another hoe in her position Riches is what I’m chasin’ everyday nigga Killin’ bustas bringin that bitch in my way nigga Tryin’ ta shine ca$h money on the grind nigga Stackin’ gingles cuz we done been through hard times nigga peep me (chorus) - repeat to end  More B. G. Song Lyrics
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