You Ain't Hard Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em][D][Em]
[G][Am][Em][G][Em]
[G]
[Em]I done been locked up wit the

[Verse 1]
[Em]
worsest of nig[D]gas
[Em]Armed robbin con men
and murderous niggas
The dope boys be the first to deliver
Green, [D]brown, or blow,
[Em]got mo snow than Buf[G]falo in the wint[Am]er
Think [Em]these lyrics is comin from a pretender
If I said it I done seen it or done it
So I mean it when I say
you don't want it
Done came a long way from jumpin
the hunnids (hundreds)
To baggin them quarters,
doin shows [G]from L.A. to Flawda (Florida)
In [Em]At lanta, I'm the law and the order,
the king of it
Got a throne and a brougham
and a? that's chrome
Callin houses on the water my home,
wit no mortgage or loan
If I live in it I [G]bought it and own [Am]it
If [Em]I'm wit a bitch I caught her and boned it
No question, no less than a week
and she's in confession
And I bought no necklace
unless I'm investin'
No exceptions,
I'll [Am]open ya closed [Bm]session.
You ain't [Em]hard til you cookin' like

[Verse 2]
this
You [G]ain't [Am]mob [Em]til
you fucked wit the click
Or you flippin' them bricks
We make music for the broke and the rich
For the hoop and the 6
For the hustlas went [G]from nothin [Em]to?

[Verse 3]
We hustle from [Em]6 to 6 to 6 again
Sell fat nicks for 10 til
the bricks get in
Venturin from ATL to Michigan
The talk of yo town,
you ain't even [G]worth mention[Am]in
Peppermint [Em]try'na get
another shipment in
And Sam Goody just hit us on the hip again
Got hot shit under our fits
that'll pierce ya skin
And the click I'm in some made [Am]men,
know [Bm]dat
Got [Em]a deal now, but I was the shit befo [D]dat
Tot[Em]in steel now,
but hold my own wit no gat
T.I.P. the answer to the question
"Where them hoes at?"
The heat is catchin up
to niggas [G]runnin [Am]4 flat
At the [Em]club gettin crunker than crackers
on Prozac
Say you got some dubs on the Lac? Well
shawty where the vogues at?
T.I.P. ain't the shit? come on
shawty, don't act
I'm the hottest thing
ever flowed [G]over [Em]24 tracks.

[Verse 4]
[Em]You [G]ain't
[Am]hard[Em] til
you cookin' like this
You ain't mob til you fucked wit the click
Or you flippin' them bricks
We make music for the broke and the rich
For the hoop and the 6
For the hustlas went from nothin [Am]to?
[Bm]Some nig[Em]gas wonder how I made it,

[Verse 5]
[Em]
I do what it takes
At school I was cool wit the nigga
who threw a 22 in ya face
Took ya starter coat and choked ya til
you blue in the face
Or you might know me as the nigga who
fucked ya bitch and bust 2 in her face
Either way, I'm a winner like the
4 and the trey
You probably never held mo dough
than I can blow in a day
Sometimes I'm wearin gold,
sometimes I'm ridin on it
Between us,
I doubled up off my [G]signin bo[Em]nus
K.P. and Jay say "Shawty, aye you
goin' legit."
But I ignored shit, when I scored a brick
I bet you never knew how
quick 36 O's'll flip
Yeah I cook it til it bubble up,
[G]see how quick it [Am]double up
Competition's in [Em]trouble
I'm supplyin the hood
Born, bred, when I'm dead,
I'ma die in the hood
Niggas be tryin the hood,
I open fire in the hood
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up,
and let 'em [Am]lie [Bm]in th[Em]e hood.

[Verse 6]
[Em]You [G]ain't [Am]hard [Em]til
you cookin' like this
You ain't mob til you
fucked wit the click
Or you flippin' them bricks
We make music for the broke and the rich
For the hoop [G]and [Em]the 6
For the [G]hustlas went [Am]from[Em]
[D]
[Em]nothin to?

[Outro 1]
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