Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive
[Intro]
So many niggas get fucked up in the game
See that's where they get caught out there in that word "Game"
Cause its not no fuckin game
[Verse 1]
When you hear shells coming at cha
Hot Ones from a shotgun I bet nigga runs faster
Loose a shoe to get away from a blaster
Think about that casket you don't wanna be in that shit
Quick to take his consignment you taking every bodies package
Money over Bitches was the law you practice
So you act as if money was no object
Spinin 5 zues trips for your whole projects
EPCOT Center, renters for ya bitches, Rolllies for dogs
Now he in the morgue, slayed by his bitches
Everyday I reminiscing how he was living
Having fun cause any day could have led to prison
Not for a short bid cause if the FEDS ever caught kid
It be like 25 years conspiracy
Another 25 for RICO snatching up him and his people
He had his jeep bullet proof with silencers on the desert eagle
Flipping bricks in Gary, Indiana
He had it locked down from the streets to the slammer
Only trusted two things his trigger and his hammer
Used to be a bum till had a six month run
Had a lawsuit thirty G's the case was won
Met with Mexican Hoya cop boya
Bought barber shop named it after seed Shaday
There where they found his body
In a barber chair face down, bullets in his chest
Sliced apart from the waist down
Planned to sell his shop stick Hoya for everything he got
Take jewels and his pies
Fill his shoes with cement to drop his body in the tides
But Hoya was wise
Even when he ain't around he got ears and eyes
Gotta stay a step ahead of this game to stay alive
[Chorus]
Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
To Live fast get the girls with the biggest ass
Fuck her 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5
Now that I got it, the Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive
Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
To Live fast get the girls with the biggest ass
Fuck her 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5
Now that I got it the Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive
[Verse 2]
Coke head Saundra she grew in Gowanus
Her man was large and Saundra was his baby mama
Stayed in drama Fighting with hood rats that he was fucking
No job all day she did nothing
They son was 7 years old, she really wasn't wifey
First should she would transport blow overnight for a G
He paid up front they laid up once
She got pregnant she wouldn't dead it
She had a boy, named her son Infinite after his father who did dirt
She didn't know disaster would follow
Capsules and bottles of crack in the back of his Mazda
He let her drive while he drove the Burgundy 5
He often talked about how he wants to murder these guys
From off of Bourbon Street had mad workin the street
Lifestyle richest nigga far from how he use to be
Never thought he'd rock diamonds never took weakness for kindness
That's how he gradually grew
Did a Favor for a favor now the nigga in with the crew
And Now he live major house in Dix Hills next to Brook Shields
With the cook and the maid shit was real
Saved his first bill made in his bodega
Good Luck playa sign on the paper taped to the window
Escaped from a would be kidnap and slept
Thought niggas feared his rep until he got wet
Would had the world in his hands his girl did a scam
The owners rich is boning niggas to get rid of her man
Welcome To The Game Baby
[Chorus]
Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
To Live fast get the girls with the biggest ass
Fuck her 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5
Now that I got it, the Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive
Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
To Live fast get the girls with the biggest ass
Fuck her 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5
Now that I got it the Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive
The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive...
The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive...
The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive...