My wife favorite group for many years mines was 3-6 mafia which went head to head in versus my group vs my wife group .before she passed 7 years ago at 34 my 13 year old daughter went in her room n found her looking asleep but was deceased r.i.p amanda may holmes blessed me with 4 gorgeous kids .
This song got me thru high school, those long days and stressful nights, would throw this on at the end of it all and it relaxed my soul and prepped me for the following day... man😢
Man when i first heard this thats when i told myself that krayzie is definitely on the same level as bizzy they both my favorites out the group they harmonizing and rapping skills is on the same level.
Hard Time Hustlin'" (feat. Sade) [Krayzie x4] We hard time, hard time hustlin, hustlin [Chorus: Sade] Mama been laid off She ain't workin no mo' Papa been laid off He say things done got slow My brother's been laid off He been locked down for more than two years now [Verse 1: Krayzie] My world is crumblin, time is hard they were before, but oh my god! Mama mad at pops cause he ain't workin But today she lost her job Now what in the fuck is we suppose to do? We on our last loaf of bread Got cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell? And here come Mr. Billcollector beatin down our door for dough Mama say when they come knockin y'all don't say nothin (shhh) get on the floor Kind of hard to see att night in a house when it ain't got no lights and shit No gas or water, had to borrow H20 from my relative Man, it feels like I ain't even here I'm ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin years Nigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto But the devil won't settle, fuckin up my levels he won't let go I'm livin to die it seems I just can't win Now I'm high, but I'm stopin to realize I drunk this whole fifth of Gin (Nigga damn!) I'm 17 and drinkin like I'm grown up I got some problems, plus I need some money And it's really all because... [Chorus] (Verse 2: Krayzie) Juvenile nigga done strugglin, hustlin, strugglin like I want it Then fuck school, right now I'm hungry, and I can't eat that damn diploma But on this corner I can eat everyday, all I gotta do is slang this yay Nigga, If business keep going this way me and my family is fin to be straight I'm glad I took that fifty dollars that grandma gave me Bought me a double up, now it's all about comin up I'ma pay ya back next week Repeat, took my ass straight to the block with hand full of rocks, y'all And it's my first time I'm lowin, watchin for cop cars By the end of the night a nigga sold all the rocks I'm trippin out lookin' at all the dough I got I shoulda been came a sold the block and locked it Made me some profits, so nigga tonight my people gonna be eatin on lobster Hate to say it, but I think these streets done really created a monster Cause now that I see how quick I can come about breakin the law Why in the hell is you steady tellin me to go and get a job? Fuck that, nigga this my thing right now I know I'm walkin home happy, smilin, and I ain't even thinkin about... [Chorus: x2] [Verse 3: Krayzie] Business was boomin so a nigga assuming I could do some improving Like new jewels, clothes, shoes, Cadillac Coupe, I'm out here doin it Got me a cold ass broad, and that's something I never had But I'm never mad cause I done snagged one bad one with my young ass Once I turned 18 it was on But my brother started writing home, tellin me to leave this shit alone I say, what? nigga, he don't know that I'm too deep in this I'm livin and breathin the street shit And if I don't play the crook, you ain't gonna have shit on your books Look, gimme a minute, I'll chill in a minute I promise I will As soon as I finished this last load I'ma drop the dice after this last roll Little did he know, I got no intentions on leavin this shit here I'm feelin to get rich here When you get out, you'll have some shit here if you still care Made enough money to move my moms and pops to a new pad They was suspicious, but they ain't trippin cause this more shit than we ever had But shit went bad six in the morning crashing through my door was the Feds And they want that bread we want you, and I'm like ooh! (shit) Shoulda listened to my brother, huh? But I'm like fuck it now Mama got to buggin out when them po po got to cuffin pops Now I'm in the courtroom when that asked me how I plea I tell the judge straight up, I've been havin problems and it's all because... [Chorus til fade]
