Playing Hard Songtext

Yeah uh, let me speak on it (Yeah, yeah) Like this [Verse 1] Livin' my life on the streets nigga, completely a hustle mission It's do or die, no doubt we tryin' to get it nigga Read about the slick Gambinos Keepin' it locked on both sides of the globe, sunshine is no It's kind of crazy in these streets Where killers will grab the heat Nigga listen to the shit that I speak Y'all know the outcome, from Filmore to Third It's crucial on every turf They ride and skird off Until the next day they plot and let the gats burst off I've seen it with my own eyes A witness to this sick life Where niggas will kill to flip some vice Or a Vette, Viper, or Lex to floss around the West Shit I'm nothin' nice so out on these streets keep a vest [Verse 2] I'd rather ball than be on these streets hustlin' for mine It's dirty out here so I'm only trustin' the nine And I'm knownin' this money ain't worth my freedom My homie caught a case back in 88 and ever since I ain't seen him I live the life of crime, affiliated in this dangerous times Where you either bangin' rhymes or sellin' dimes And jail time ain't nothin' new to thugs Movin' drugs, takin' it one time and duckin' slugs Fuck the love cause it ain't none and never will be Ya shake my hand call me ya man but probably wanna kill me I still be one of the realest to spill it And all that shit that you talkin' about doin' I been did it [Hook x2] This is playin' hard, involved in the streets Bailin' from bars, street stars playin' for keeps Bullin' pants saggin' straps under the seat Hustlin' instead of gettin' caught in all the beef [Verse 3] I stay tucked on my way to the block The gunshots keep the turf on hot Crack rocks and fat knocks All the homies in the jeans ya tryin' to get it Better keep ya cabbage man them niggas be tryin' to split it Dirty ones, dirty thugs and then niggas Head full of drama and everybody wants vengence Smokin' on blunts and conversatin' over E's Sippin' on Seagrams cup and plottin' on some G's Moves get mad, crews get sprayed and the bodies get left Every fuckin' move you make you gotta watch ya step And the streets is like a time bomb, know the facts Never speak business about murders and pullin' jacks With the shake of the dice you ballin' or either broke If ya stay in the drama might live or get smoked Cause it's fifty-fifty, laugh now cry later And funkin' is for keeps and they comin' back with the sprayer [Verse 4] It gets low, we keep it locked until we sittin' on top But I'm the chief of the squad, callin' shots It's nineteen-ninety fever It's Tha Commissiona, representin' the Gamblaz But confidentialy we goin' platinum We feel the truth until the world listen up to hear the real Cause it's for certain we keepin' it locked and holdin' it down It's definetly not a get rich quick scheme That's official, it's our time to shine we takin' over It's one of the many, I'm playin' by my own rules Constantly I'm tryin' to stick and move Avoidin' the block, providin' for the rest of the fam And I'm a made man That's why I'm tryin' to execute this major, master plan [Hook x4]