Esham Hard Times (ft. ICP) Lyrics

(Esham)
For the suckas that hate me
Keep my gun up off safety, while you acting all shady
Baby, that's where the snakes be
Three-one-three, D-E-T, 7 M-I-L-E
Oozi still in my pelli
Its Esham, not Alizam
b___er man, b____ swearing hard out the gutter lane
Run tell your mother man, the m________ing cutter man
It's just another m________ing brother struggling
"UH" one time for Biggie
"UH UH UH" three times for Pac, and it don't stop
When I set up shop, I bought my glock fresh up out the box
Up out the plastic, situations drastic
Don't f___ around and get stretched like elastic
Once the glock Austria seventeen blasted
I put the b______ in his casket
Now they wrapping another up in plastic

Trying to get mine
Steady with the nine
Steady on the grind, hard times
And I'm trying to get mine
Trying to get mine
Steady with the nine
Steady on the grind, hard times
And I'm steady with the nine
Trying to get mine
Steady with the nine
Steady on the grind, hard times
And I'm steady on the grind
Trying 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 about it, man I thought it was cool
I went and visited it, and talked with it, made it my friend
Until it smelled so f___ing bad I couldn't 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 a__
He slapped my momma up, and grabbed her purse and dipped in for cash
It don't stop, tick tock until the break of dawn
A crooked-a__ pig-cop I'm quick to break your arm
I climbed up into a tree at five-thirty AM
I'm hunting hay-am, pig skinner good god d___
Somebody tried to kill me, but they missed, and p___ed
The s___ they a__ when the black glass hollowtips hissed
And I blew his head clean off, his hat landed on his neck
And I thought, "Look at that"
Hard times

(s___gy 2 Dope)
Marinating with my forearms hanging out the jail bars
b____, I ain't no Mel Fahr
I ain't no superstar
But nonetheless, he in a cell right next to me
I seen him selling hot cars on this lot right on Court TV
So I sit back on my slab thinking "What the f___?"
Toilet paper roll for a pillow, "How'd I get locked up?"
Was it the stalking, or maybe the murders?
Oh s___, maybe the booty stabbing of Kim Mathers?
Naw, it couldn't be, she was cool with that s___
On top of that, when I pulled out, she sucked on my d___ (Illlll!!)
Could it have been the gat in my sock? (Nah)
Could it been the block getting hot? (Nah)
Could it be about the snitch getting caught? (Nah)
Could it have been about stinking body rot? (Yeah!)
I could of killed or I could of killed time
But I chose number one, now I'm doing hard time