Hard Labor - C-Bo

You rang

Is you down kichy, or even might love to me Payin', bangin’another time

Look we got the trigger to quicker the caper

Fools leavin’they guns,

from the guns to the care to the bed to the scoop

In this life ain’t nothing they can think off

But working overtime, nigga

Some motherfucking hard labor

Verse 1:

They got my,

Kickin’in dust, dirty

Bust me, they must be dreamin'

Trust me these cowards heard a murder

And they ain’t tryin’to see it They got 'em in there

When I was to young to be in

So now I’m comatosed, shellshocked and barely breathin'

But,

still I respect the game

Test me, you ain’t Hussein

Outlaw like Josey Wales

Too tough to try to change

C-Bo, they take me, change no We just slow at home

Ready for war plus we deadly

Verse 2:

I remember when one of my teachers told me That I ain’t shit, and ain’t gon never be shit

Look at me now bitch and fluwed your kid with this

Now we’re rainin’on our enemies

Hennessy got me critically,

suddenly, instantly

Knew their planin’with my misery

It’s to me from Makaveli the general

Military mind, outlaw with camisole

Critical condition for that hoes he fold

It Hard Labor, knowin’this rap shit might save us Not from death, but where we came from

Nigga, all we do is act a fool is stay thugged out (Thugged out)

And the first nigga that act up was gettin’thugged out

Change the paper…

…it's Hard Labor

Made the biggest plan that niggas makin'

Sound aped, cause it is rapin'

They can’t fake it more

Verse 3:

Gotta make more warriors

Runnin’through my veins

The story’s told while the game’s the same

Fuck the world with your money, man, play the game

Got stuck with your heartbeat, who’s to blame

What you know what I want, when you’re bad as yours

Got a vision of my enemies hittin’the floor

From Makaveli to my Outlawz, I back 'em all

Keep your mind on my riches, when I even the score

First nigga where you at, speak, friend of fo'

Got a 9-G locked, it’s for if you fall

Shoot first, let’s play no different face

I die for the shit, nigga Hard Labor

Verse 4:

Pick up my block, cock

Please not wanna put a stop to my plot

They locked my bitch up And even tried to lock in my pops

It’s Hard Labor, my moms, you craw me thinkin’to major

Mad, cause, nowadays too many hoes is on my pager

Pussy and paper

Pencil, politics and praise you

Chase you and even chase me Straight to the penitentiary

Nigga, the hard life, hard fight and hard capers

Nigga, we’re all thugs, overdosed in Hard Labor

(Voice Speaking):

Walked in the club and said a nigga drugs do us all

Looked up and see my nigga Big C-Bo

Verse 5:

Check I was born to this life, a sin, as a young thug

Releasin’stress over (?) gin, laced with mud

From day one I knew is wasn’t no motherfuckin’love

They use to jump doin’hands and now they jump in new as lust

I was confused first to see a church

on this hell on earth

But it was them fools first to took earth

for what it was worth

I was raised in this great community,

when there was no unity

And niggas be on they own,

as soon they reached (?cutety?)

Be you and me Runnin’back, in a Cadillac

Fresh of a jack

With two straps in a Pontiac

With only one life to live

I guess the Lord had only one life to give

It seems so trifully, bought a hill

This fast nigga’s life’s a sin

It’s hell on earth, ain’t nothin’worse

Than givin’birth to kid

Talk to sin until he buried to dirt

It’s been a thug life since day one,

when I was thugged in 25 Years later got rid off thuggin’Hard Labor