Artist: Southside Playaz f/ Big Moe, H.A.W.K. Album: You Gottus Fuxxed Up Song: Hard II Survive Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) It ain't as easy as it seem, gon put it down though Know I'm saying, holding our head up steady getting fed up 19-9-8 Laf-Tex Records, Boss Hog Corleone take one [Hook: (Big Moe) - 2x] Man it's so hard, to survive in the game (it's so hard) When these trials and tribulations, man it's fucking with my brain If I could rearrange, every damn thang (it's so hard) My skin is my sins, so this shit'll never change [Mike D] They say it's hard but fair, chopped off welfare Expect us not to sell dope, you tell me what's fair This judicial system, is modernized slavery And Uncle Tom niggaz getting pimped, on the daily Seems to me, why you got the situation under control But if we stay fed up, we can't hold our head up Without focus one faith move, and you lose Feel my blues, cause many niggaz know my shoes I just ask the Lord, to forgive me of my sins And when I make it to the gates, make sho' that he deal me in Reel me in feel me yeah, so I can reunite With Fat Pat, Michael Price and my boy Pat Lemon See these niggaz, got the rules of the game all wrong I'm that Don Corleone, and I'm a hog till I'm gone Gotta be strong just to hold on, can't fold homes Through the struggle we got to roll on, on the realer [Hook - 2x] [Mike D] Why everytime a young nigga, trying to have it and shine Fucked up situations occur, to bring you right back down That's why I hustle like it's legal, and pray on trying Stanging my licks out of town, sliding my bricks through Greyhound See I'm a young self made nigga, out to get it I'm hungrier than a pit, that been starving a million minutes To them smidget digit hustlers, pan hustling on the streets Trying to say they on ass, by bringing cool niggaz heat But I'ma point you out, cause you's a snitch bitch And all my G's that's round me, need to know about flow about Show about, cause you's a fake G Trying to be something you not, like that boy Mike D But I be moving on, because it's hard in these streets And if you don't work, you don't eat I break concrete, like I split down them ki's on a daily basis Counting my big faces, going different places [Hook - 2x] [H.A.W.K.] See I'm caught up in this game, on my quest for pocket change Where attitude is the golden rule, if you wanna maintain My distribution of cocaine, that's getting me worldwide fame So sit back and let me explain, how I mastered this thang This dirty game now who's to blame, for all these trials and tribulations Jealousy and envy, only adds to frustration Law confrontations plus player hating, and this white man's legislation Leads to racial segregation, with less of than occupations More complications ain't gon help, to fulfill my needs I want it all so I could ball, to contain my greed Oh yes indeed smoe plenty weed, as I aim to succeed Gotta have paper mayn, must feed my brother's seed As you can see it's up to me, to utilize my strategy And be all I can be, and put it down for P-A-T Now feel me and see, that I keep up my guards From the fakes and frauds, and these scandalous broads life is hard [Hook - 2x]