Daz Dillinger – Hard Life (feat. The Twinz)

We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud
I just got off the private plane, doin a show with the Big and Tel
Happy to ball, ghetto stars, the other side of the globe
We had the whole party Get Low on the flo’
Rockin straight jean suits and Timberlands
Got it locked now, keepin it locked down
Sweepin up the change from the block
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
My team; a lot like acid, leavin shit sizzlin
Bitch! (bitch) ya know (bitch!) bitch..
He said, "No problem, I’ll be there in less than five whole minutes"
Man we can see the final finishes
Get Paid, all about the cheddar, square-ass nigga
Dick bustin through yo’ pussy hair
Thinkin about the night before at the show
E-B-K, get yo’ wig pushed from the cake
Blow a tree to maintain, do assault for petty change
Man I devour emcees, spittin verses over trees

[Hook] – 2X
So if ya next to me ya better be about it
Somehow found it unbelievable to be unbeatable
I’m finna see a bid so please
[Guce]

I didn’t trip though, till I seen one of them niggas
From Highgrove to hittin switches
The twins, got me on the hustle after ends
I can’t allow it, mob shit bitch can’t live without it
Money over bitches, ridin on dubs, these bitches
Bent like L-Bone so the competition quilted
Tired as hell, we happy to be back in Pimp City
Time is timid, so bring the bulletproof vest too
To put yourself in jepordy cuz shit done got crowded
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Kiss the motherfuckin fo’ five
The Cardier make a hoe stare
Nigga believe this, I ain’t lyin, man that’s it we film it

[The Commisiona]
I’m that nigga that you scared of!
When the Glock shot, it’s all day everyday – we bang
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud
After I got off the stage, niggas were scarin hoes with a penis
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
I spilt it, worldwide to all the newses
Outta towners glass ballers, and I guess some of these niggas flawless
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud
Split ya, rippin yo’ pockets on the regular
Have a motherfucker lookin for me overseas
Hatin on a playa – the mob gon’ getcha

We rippin fleshes, tearin intestines out of chestes
Turnin G’s to millions, the millions into billions
With a hollow for you, penalty for disrespectin
We ride southside, westcoast on mind
Ghetto celebrity, thuggin till the death of me
Slidin in my two-thousand Caddy

Here we go again (go again) the Hen’ got a nigga tilted
Cuz I’m tryna make this shit happen for my children
Slip this other nigga a pistol
Gettin jiggy, makin the crowd astonished the way we minglin
You know pursuin the paper, treat my destiny
Hit him up Mobbalotti, runnin from the one time
Drinkin bullies with the gang, westcoast connect mayne
Get Paid Mafia, shinin like diamonds
All in the wind and keep far from the pen
In my eyes, facin competition we unseeable
With the black revolver – they lookin at us like we shystie
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
Even then get a testin, my westcoast connection
I called my kin, told them to bring the bulletproof camel
[JT the Bigga Figga]
[Hook] – 2X
[Hook] – 2X
Fuckin with this, ya loose it – get a verbal bruisin
Niggas lookin at us like we some suckas from outta town
Yeah