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The Hard Road

Hilltop Hoods

The Hard Road

2006

knocked out, chased by the cops out,
Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out,
Been broke and beaten, even chocked at being,
A dope MC but never

hear them engines down the street, bitch you can tell we comin'
When I'm in that pussy, say she feel it in her bellybutton
By the way that we approach

chased by the cops and gunned down
Click clack bang. When he's gone he can't be brought back
We die by the pistol or we die from fear attacks
The cop was

Who you hate don’t count your
Blessing dawg why you couldn’t
Hold me down you trying to
Stress me now know i left mark what’s In the dark
Come

Life is patience living on fast lane girl could turn you into a patient
grooving in da club all night boy could also make you a broke ass slow down

Paradise

Trick Daddy

Paradise

2017

or the Goombay
Parade on six two for Martin Luther King Day
And overtown used to come alive
We used to give straight up fades before we did drive bys (yeah)

Princess she held me down
I know you lost your challenger
But when I blow your engine growl
All my doubters it's all love
Follow me befriend me now
Glowing

Kept it real when we was comin' up, you need somethin', get at me
I broke up with her for Nikka, I pull up on Oleander
(Yeah, I was fuckin' with

pack, boy
So stop talking like the plug you ain't that
Boy
I used to order half a chicken like a fat boy
Then broke him down to eight ball
He's off

Cheque by cheque
Just over broke
Just over broke
Just over broke

Working that night shift
I just wanna go home
I just wanna go home
I just wanna go

Cheque by cheque
Just over broke
Just over broke
Just over broke

Working that night shift
I just wanna go home
I just wanna go home
I just wanna go

prophylactic
I'm prone to addicts
Prone to expose what happens
When your soul thrown
Down that rabbit hole
And you can't control your habits
Homeless broke with

don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm

Crocs
Five fiends by two o-clock, hypebeast, Gucci socks
Side street, losin' the cops, try me, they shootin' Glocks
Trickin' on a picky bitch, like do

Out There

Bushwick Bill

Psychopathics from Outer Space, Vol. 2

2003

The car broke down and she was like "Honey, get the flash light"
Still one in the dash right?
Only cause it's late at night
And who knows
What's

by Malcolm, Martin, Mandela
Real leaders who never gave in to pressure
Winter '07, cops acted pretty shitty
Month later we had organized the whole city

Backdraft

Arsonists

As the World Burns

1999

Scarface got coke lines
You couldn't jerk me if you soaked mine

You get broke nine, in ten different ways, start at your armpiece
	Then we continue
Plus I

Right down Cherry Ave by the cleaners, she got her cherry popped
The cherry colored Honda was the getaway
But hell could wait
Y'all niggas cap like

for 40 milligram beans
Niggas love to talk but truly them boyz kap
You got up in that room was talking and told em facts
You broke all of the codes

neck like a faucet (faucet)
Surrounded by bosses
Talkin' broke shit, boy, you lost it (you lost it)

Woah (woah)
I drop a bag and they go catch

I wanted the money so I motherfucking got it
I used to be broke
Now look at my pockets
Now my pockets heavy weight
I put that shit on me
Percy got me

I wanted the money so I motherfucking got it
I used to be broke
Now look at my pockets
Now my pockets heavy weight
I put that shit on me
Percy got me

thrive check the order of the list develop dreams then you scheme Martin Luther with the vision
Lyrical precision keeps me living dreams
Growing up broke

FIshtailin' in the Hellcat
Almost broke the engine
And I'm still posted in the
Hood like a transmission
Get off your ass and stop
Doing all that damn bitching