Artist: Ruthless Bastardz Album: Too Raw for Radio Song: Hard Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: DJ Kayslay (Ron Isley sample)] Too Raw for Radio, Ruthless Bastardz (I know it's hard) [Chorus: Apocalipps (Ron Isley sample)] All my niggaz locked down in a cell, stressed out Doin' twenty-five to life, nigga (I know it's hard) And all my mami's that strip at night To feed them kids and make them bills right (I know it's hard) Yeah, and all my Bastardz across the nation I'm here to give you inspiration, nigga (I know it's hard) [Truck] I never thought as a childs, moms'd leave me for self All I wanted was a family while others wanted the wealth Understand me, you feel my pain, my nigga? I'm a Bastard for life, it's in my veins, my nigga I'ma take you on the road, it's rough, that's my life It was sold and still as fuck, I'm alright Not so great, growin' up, raised by the state Foster parents tried to starve me, snatched the food off they plates Next thing you know, I'm robbin' people, runnin' from Jakes Only fourteen, they had to ship my ass upstate But wait, just when I thought things'd get better I whopped my teacher's ass, they sent me out to Mt. Loretta Don't ever ask me if I rep for these blocks Motherfucker, I done slept on these blocks, bust a tech on these blocks I sold my first piece of crack on this block And my ambition never gon' stop Moms, I miss ya, memories when I see ya picture My life is like a real Antoine Fisher The black Oliver Twist, male version of Annie I'm tryin' to shoot a few movies, tryin' to win me a Grammy Star-studded, most people, say I'm too rugged Long as my niggaz in the hood, and my white boys love it And I'm special, right off that little yellow bus Nowadays I'm tryin' to cop the yellow Maybach truck [Chorus] [Apocalipps] Yeah, we all lined up, a single man file An adolescene as a child, Riker's Island got me refusin' to smile These monkeys is wild, like 28 Days Later My lawyer pulled some strings, I'm out twenty-eight days later Back on the block it's the same old shit, I need a double up quick I'm strugglin', I need to bubble up quick And it's hard, cuz now my insides is hollow Bang them hollows to put some Enfamil in them bottles Cuz when the, baby is cryin', and wifey is flippin' You gotta, force ya hand and that's an awkward position And y'all motherfuckers gotta be kiddin' If I can't eat here, nobody's eatin' here, I'm burnin' down the kitchen I got a different steez, I think I'm "Fallin" like Alicia Keys Fallin' in this crack game, I need some ki's I should leave it be, but I think the Jake, want a piece of me You must be bugged the fuck out thinkin' I'ma piece the D's What is you crazy? I ain't goin' out like Larry Davis And be the prime suspect, on every newspaper Wars for the block, both sides got knocked A few died, we realized the shit belonged to the cops Meanwhile, back inside, the prison life will stress ya More wars, more gangs, some niggaz fold under pressure And there's nothin' to get an animal stretched up Bit a nigga face, they threw me behind the glass like I was Hannibal Lectur Shit is real, and I ain't here to water you down You a seed that need to grow, I've got to water you now I can't believe my whole life I was movin' backwards Practice make perfect, I guess you gotta watch what you practice [Chorus]