Hard Times Lyrics - Mc Eiht

Geah, we in the muthafuckin' house 

Eihthype in the muthafuckin' house bitch, for the 94 

Ain't no love ho, uh, and right about now 

Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin' house 

Lil' Hawk and Bird in the muthafuckin' house 

Half ounce in this bitch, you know I'm sayin'? 

And this how we gon' do this for all the Compton homies 

Niggas back the fuck up and let me get down 

Another O.G. from the Compton town 

Uh, so put yo' gun down, run up fool 

And as you proceed to run get that with the tool 

It's Mc Eiht so what's up with that? 

Ratta-tat-tat from the stolen gat 

Uh, my nigga fuckin' Hawk and Bird got the Mac-10 

Eihthype quick to do that ass in 

Livin' in the street where we slang that cavi 

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Fool if you don't know, it's Compton Cali 

Hood rats tryin' to scheme on my riches 

Hit the pussy and dash, fuck you, bitches 

Gotta watch out for the schemin' cops 

Car jackin' and mackin' don't stop 

Come back to hit yo' fuckin' block with the Tec-9 

I'm doin' my dirt, 'cause fool it's hard times, geah 

I never leave the pad without the gun 

Dip through and kick it with some niggas on the run 

They put me down on a lick 

On some punk fools across town you can get the dick 

Slipped up and fucked around, I seen the goods 

Don't mess around with these niggas in the hood 

I hit 'em up with that muthafuckin' west side 

Serve a clock-head for the fuckin' G-ride 

You're all alone so now it's on 

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See the barrel of my chrome, take two to your dome, uh 

You can't fuck with it fool so don't say nuthin' 

Niggas I'm stompin' so I'll keep dumpin' 

Don't try to fuck with the Eiht, ball 

As I chop chop, timber, I'll watch that ass fall 

So is that it? I don't think you want no more 

Nigga new improved like Madden 94 

Hut hut fool, so now you gotta punt 

As I flick your ass like ashes off my blunt, hard times 

Aw shit, you better run when the night fall 

Eihthype fuckin' up shit on a murder call 

So bail the fuck on before I start taggin' 

Khaki's creased up bitch and I'm saggin' 

All the way down the chronic row 

To the mutherfuckin' Hub pocket full of bud 

Niggas don't fuck around is what you heard 

Back ups brought in by Little Hawk and Bird 

Creep in the muthafuckin' home 

Put two hollow points in your dome then I'm gone 

Back out the muthafuckin' win, dow 

Leave your crib smellin' just like endo 

Niggas got guns, niggas got funds 

Niggas cap that ass so we niggas on the run, geah 

Bail from the depths of hell, that's Compton 

If you don't copy we knock out teeth 

So bring your mark ass down to the spot 

Where one times is hot and you might get got, hard times, geah 

We in the mutherfuckin' house 

Eihthype in the mutherfuckin' house 

Niggas on the run in the mutherfuckin' house 

And that's how we doin' it for the 94 nigga 

So stay the fuck down fool, geah 

Like I said before, geah, nigga