Slim Thug – Hard lyrics

The streets lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle
I'm moving slowly and silent staring make it so my hustle is airtight
The city streets is hectic, gotta get it
Here tomorrow ain't a promise to me
So I don't live in fear, working til' I touch it, stack it until I need it
I spend it on what I want, reup and that's when I read
It's over you never see me, it's being salt as it's lesser
The niggas straight out the gutta, murder without a question
Product of my surroundings, click clack from downing
All they know is he missing when niggas ain't never found him
Assaulting and stealing yet, I don't live it on regrets
I'm a muthafuckin' killer foreal with the same threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets and my advice for you is live your life
Ya never know when niggas might hit you on the city lights
Get it right, ya never know when niggas might hit you on the city lights
Get it right (get it right)

Born and raised on the north blocks, home of the hard knocks
Wanna get rich, find a spot to pump that heart out
Might get robbed or shot if niggas don't think you worthy
In my hood, I saw a lot of gangstas die early
Mama heart broke, and brother feel like he gotta fix it
So he loading up from straps, 'bout to hit it where they kick it
Got a first class ticket to the pen
Seventeen years old but up in there they all men
It's just another day, one come out, another go in
It's hard out here, you can't even trust yo friends
They'll have a nigga set up, whatever by the curb
It's every man for self, oh you ain't heard?
I'm a muthafuckin' hog, survive through it all
Stand up tall, we don't fall, naw
I been shot at but ain't been shot
Been in plenty fights but ain't been drop
Always came out on top like a hardknock

Straight up
Yeah, these tattoo tears cover my face
My momma got mad at first but shit she know who she made
I'm a G you gotta pray for me, it is what it is
Why these niggas out here playing, mayne this really my fear
What'chu know about them late nights, no lights and no food?
No diapers for the baby's, the house smell like booboo
Think of what'chu would do, what I tell ya what I does
Walk straight up off the porch, now the game has begun
My big brother on lock, so I stole his gun
He ain't gon' need it where he at, I'm finna go and stuff some crack and that
Big homie knew I had it on my mind
He ain't like it but it's right that run it through my bloodline
He knew if he decline it wasn't goin' to be hard for me to find
So he choose to put me down, and I got up on my grind
If you dawgs and you hoes say I'm glorifying crack
My momma lights off, the whole house pitch black, bitch!
Straight up