Hard life

[Baby] For sure, lil' one I know what you're goin' through to shine Niggas pullin' off all type of shit But, look: if you don't know what you're doin', you'd better catch the sideline Catch the sideline Nigga, the block look the same - it's just crack and cocaine Niggas losin' but we still maintainin' Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand Knockin' project bricks Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love slingin' this white shit S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops - we love that shit 'Bout two-hundred thugs with this clique We multiply everyday for the bullshit For the hood shit Burned down buildin's ain't no good, slick Niggas pullin' auctions on they own cars to get money quick Then we dippin' and dabbin' Goin' back to the labbin' Lil' niggas payin' me for cookin' they slabbin' Cook a brick and make it out a brick-and-halfin' Chargin' them young g's ten G's for cookin' they slabs Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it