Hard Time Hustlin' chords and lyrics - KRAYZIE BONE

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