Hard Times Lyrics - Living Legend - Baby Huey

[Chorus] 

The struggle lives hard times, we do or die 

My whole crews fly hands high to the sky 

So maintain son elevate try to build 

But now you're still 'cause incarceration is for real 

Yeah son you know its on 

Now who would be the clown in the nine-six to mess around and catch a 

Fist 

I show no mercy if you irk me 

I got physical that alert me when some herb tried to jerk me 

Or put the squeeze on it, break down the cipher 

But it won't work, were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight 

Now is you insane is your brain intact 

We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap 

Here comes the lyrical, aerial raid right where you rest at 

Now test that 

I snatch your heart right through your chest black 

Gettin ill thoughts when I sleep at night 

I gotta maintain, blot the blood stains on my brain 

From the clappin, we can make it happen 

Remember you ain't a killer, you only rappin 

I hate it, rappers over exaggeratin 

And never shot a gun in they life, they only masterbatin 

So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound 

And wave your hands in the air and put the nines down 

[Chorus: 2X] 

Brothas fought daily in the streets, we reek havoc 

On every block someones flippin like an acrobat 

I'm kinda young but I still gotta hold my own 

And Ima maintain what's mine till the day I'm grown 

I keep my crew up, people say I got a gang 

But I don't smoke I don't shoot and my crew don't slang 

We just hang tryin to get up in this rap game 

So I can gain so fame and build my crews name 

Rollin with juvenile thugs wit bad grades and bad ways 

Who woulda thought that I had some AIDS 

Dream totes and aspirations 

Brothas are tired of being broke so maybe that's why they free-basing 

Wastin time doing nothing 

Livin like an outcast gotta get up get out and get something 

[Chorus: 2X] 

Look into my eyes see if you can see what I can see 

In my reality the whole world is after me 

Schemin on the key but yo I got this locked down 

Me and lost and found comin out the underground 

Takin no prisoners my listeners we keep it real 

My thoughts are militant, when I'm in the killin field 

Click click, my minds automatic, so where's the static 

I got some joints up in my attic if you want to grab it 

I form a cipher where my peace brothers don't sleep 

You try to creep I guarantee that's when you feel the heat 

I come correct in this rap game 

Rappers act insane 

Meanwhile I'm blowin the mic an back in the frame 

They can't see me, they can't feel the real G 

I represent, commercial rap will never kill me 

[Chorus: 4X]