Hard Time Hustlin' Akkorde von
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone

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Tonart: Bb minor
Verse 1
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We are time, hard time, hustlin', we are time, hard time, hustlin',
we are time, hard time, hustlin', we are time, hard time,
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Mama been laid off, she ain't workin' no more,
Am
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
My world has crumbled in times since I did work before,
but oh my
God
Mama mad at
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Pops cause he ain't workin'
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but today she lost her job
Am
Now with enough suckers we post a
G
doobie on our last loaf of bread
Am
Got cereal but no milk,
Kool -Aid, no sugar,
what the hell?
And here come
Mr.
Bill
Collector, beatin' down the
Duffer
Dog
D
Am
Mama say when they come a -knockin', y 'all don't say nothin',
get on the floor
Kinda hard to see at night in a house when
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it ain't no lights and shit
No gas or water, had to borrow
Am
H2O from my relative
And it feels like I ain't even here,
A
Am
I'm ready to get up and get on my own
D
But I got three more fuckin' years,
Am
niggas feel the change, with a big dream
G
To make it on out this ghetto,
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and the devil won't settle
D
Fuckin' up my levels, he won't let go
Am
I'm livin' to die,
it seems I just can't win
A
I'm high but I stoppin' to realize I
Am
done drunk this whole fifth of
June
I'm 17 and drinkin' like I'm grown up
I got some problems,
plus I need some money
And it's really on because
Mama been laid off,
G
she ain't workin' no more
D
Papa been laid off,
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he said things done got slow
My father's been laid off,
he been locked down
For more than two years now
Juvenile, nigga, I'm strugglin',
G
husband's strugglin' like I want it
D
And fuck school right now, I'm hungry,
Am
and I can't eat that damn diploma
But on this corner, I can eat every day,
D
Am
all I gotta do is slang the
J
D
Nigga, if business keep doin' this way,
Am
me and my family is finna be straight
D
Am
I'm glad I took that fifty dollars that grandma gave me,
bought me a double -up
D
A
Now it's all about comin' up,
D
Am
I'ma pick it back next week with
Pete
Took my ass straight to the block with
a handful of rocks, y 'all
D
And it's my first time,
Am
D
I'm low and watchin' for cop cars
Am
By the end of the night,
a nigga sold all the rocks
G
I'm trippin',
D
I'm lookin' at all the dough I got
Am
I ship it big, came and sold the
block and locked it
D
Made me some profit, so nigga,
G
tonight my people gon' be eatin' no lobster
Am
Hate to say it, but I think these
D
streets done really created a monster
Am
Cause now that I see,
G
I think I can cope without breakin' the law
D
Why in the hell is you steady tellin'
Am
me to go and get a job?
Fuck that, nigga,
A
this is my thing right now, now I know
D
I'm walkin' home, happy,
Am
smilin' and I ain't even thinkin' about
Mama been laid off
G
She ain't workin' no more
D
Mama been laid off
Am
He say things don't got slow
My brother's been laid off
He been locked down
For more than two years now
Ooh, mama been laid off
D
She ain't workin' no more
Papa been laid off
Am
He say things done got slow
My brother's been laid off
He been locked down
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Am
For more than two years now
D
Am
Business was boomin', so a nigga assumin'
I could do somethin' provin' like new shoes,
clothes, shoes
Cut out that coupe I'm out here
doin'
They got me a cold -ass bra
Now that's somethin' 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
G
D
But my brother started writing home,
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telling me to leave this shit alone
Am
I say, what?
Nigga, he don't know that
I'm too deep in this
I'm living and breathing the street shit
And if I don't play the cook,
D
you ain't gon' have shit on your books
Look, give me a minute,
Am
I'll tell in a minute, I promise I will
G
D
As soon as I finish this last roll,
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I'ma drop the dice after this last roll
Little did he know,
D
I got no intentions on leaving this shit here
I'm finna get rich here, when you get out,
you have some shit here
Am
If you still care, made enough money
to move my moms and pops to a new pair
G
D
They was suspicious,
but they ain't care, because this more shit than we ever had
Am
But shit went bad, six in the morning
D
Crashing through my door was the fans
Am
and I walked it back
D
We gon' shoot and I'm like, ooh,
Am
shoulda listened to my brother, huh?
G
But I'm like, fuck it now,
D
mama got to buggin' out
With them popo got to cuff and pop
Am
Now I'm in the courtroom,
G
when they ask me how I play
Am
I tell the judge straight up, I been having
D
problems and it's sorry, cuz
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Mama been later
D
She ain't workin' no more
Papa been later
Am
He said things done got slow
My brother's been later
He been locked down for more
than two years now
D
Am
Ooh, mama been later
She

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