Lyrics:

For the suckas that hate me Keep my gun up off safety, while you actin all shady Baby, thats where the snakes be Three-one-three, D-E-T, 7 M-I-L-E Oozi still in my pelli Its Esham, not Alizam Butter man, bitch swearing hard out the gutta lane Run tell your mother man, the muthafucking cutter man Its just another mothafucking brother strugglin 'UH' one time for Biggie 'UH UH UH' three times for Pac, and it dont stop When i set up shop, I bought my glock fresh up out the box Up out the plastic, situations drastic Don't fuck around and get stretched like elastic Once the glock Austria seventeen blasted I put the bastard in his casket Now they wrapping another up in plastic. Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times and i'm tryin to get mine Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times and i'm steady with the nine Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times and i'm steady on the grind Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times hard times [Violent J] Hard times I found a dead body on the way to school I told nobody 'bout it, man I thought it was cool I went and visited it, and talked with it, made it my friend Until it smelled so fuckin bad I couldnt handle it man My daddy was a hard worker, always hussling change Because he drank so much, I think he drowned his brain The only time we ever spoke was when he was beating my ass He slapped my momma up, and grabbed her purse and dipped in for cash It dont stop, tick tock until the break of dawn A crooked-ass pig-cop i'm quick to break your arm I climbed up into a tree at