Lyric Hard Labor
[Featuring Outlaw Immortalz]
Intro: (Voice speaking)
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: [Kastro Outlaw Immortalz]
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: [Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz]
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
Chorus: x2
[Napolean - Outlaw Immortalz]
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...
[Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz]
...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: [Storm - Outlaw Immortalz]
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: [Kastro - Outlaw Immortalz]
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: [C-Bo]
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
Intro: (Voice speaking)
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: [Kastro Outlaw Immortalz]
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: [Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz]
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
Chorus: x2
[Napolean - Outlaw Immortalz]
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...
[Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz]
...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: [Storm - Outlaw Immortalz]
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: [Kastro - Outlaw Immortalz]
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: [C-Bo]
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
