Life’s So Hard (on a G) (Original Version) lyrics

by

Yaki Kadafi


[Intro]
Young Playa
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
(This one right here is for)
Heyy
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
(Kato, Mental)
Heyy
(To all the dead n*ggas that passed away)
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
(I told ya I wouldn't forget about you)
Heyy
(Do a verse for 'em)
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

[Hook]
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a n*gga when you livin' like a G
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a n*gga when you livin' like a G

[Verse 1]
Travel through my mind, am I blind it's a shame
Young brothas gettin murdered, straight took out the game
As I sit here puffin' on a cigarette
You gotta be ready, you never know who's plottin' on a n*ggas death
'Cause these are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck motherf*cker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by n*ggas but nary motherf*cker down to watch your back
These are the b*tch made n*ggas, you been played n*gga
While you starvin' and broke they pullin' six figures
Oooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the twenty-two
Boo-yaow!
Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin' on this Hennessey
Tell me, do you feel me?
Heyyy, I have no remorse
As I take another sip of my liquor, I spit my sick thoughts, hehehe
[Hook]
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a n*gga when you livin' like a G
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a n*gga when you livin' like a G

[Verse 2]
Thuggin' to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
On the first motherf*cker that can outrun a bullet
It's them Thug Life n*ggas, and we don't like tricks
Got these punk wannabes and they jockin' like b*tches
Now my riches is gettin' hoes on its own
f*ck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone
Time to take her to my hideout, 'cause I'm smokin' that spinach
I'm stayin' strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
But I gotta call my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let b*tch made n*gga worry me
Catch me slippin', empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah, homie, have to plug me twice
'Cause ain't no stoppin when you Thug for Life...

[Hook]
Now tell me do you see, tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a n*gga when you livin' like a G
(It's hard on a n*gga)
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a n*gga when you livin' like a G
(It's hard on a n*gga)
[Verse 3]
Never bow down, let these other b*tches crawl
I'm a Thug motherf*cker, and thugs only ball
Ain't no half steppin' here, from the cradle to the grave
I'm a motherf*ckin' fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin' empty, so I'm panicked in a fright
Me and my b*tch named Nina are fiendin' tonight
Ain't nobody livin' safe, got a Glock, and I'm stressin'
All I want is my money, motherf*cker ain't no question
Don't try to stall, 'cause I'm hit
So bring me the scissors and get to clippin' at his di*k
I'd rather die young than die old and broke
That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke
My memories as a youngsta, hangin' with the homies
But now I'm doin' bad and them b*tches don't know me
But playa haters can't fade me
'Cause this is thug life n*gga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?

[Hook / Outro]
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a n*gga when you livin' like a G
(Pull the finger)
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a n*gga when you livin' like a G
(Murder murder murder...finger)
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a n*gga when you livin' like a G
(Murder murder murder...biatch)
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a n*gga when you livin' like a G
(Murder murder murder)
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a n*gga when you livin' like a G
(Kill kill kill)
(Never bow n*gga, you know)
Tell me do you see
(Stay bold)
Life's so hard on a n*gga when you livin' like a G
(Kill kill kill... murder, murder, murder)
Tell me do you see
(I'ma Thug motherf*cker and thugs only ball)
Life's so hard on a n*gga when you livin' like a G
Tell me do you see
....Hard on a n*gga ....
(Clippin' at his di*k)
Tell me do you see
....Hard on a n*gga ....
(n*ggas don't know me)
....Hard on a n*gga ....
(Panic in a fright)
(Cradle to the grave)
....Hard on a n*gga ....
(Choose to get paid)
....Hard on a n*gga ....
I'ma pull it
Outrun a bullet
Don't like tricks
Freeway
See what he say
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