Hard On Da Blvd.

Album cover art for "Hard On Da Blvd." by Crooked I

Crooked I - Rap

Hard On Da Blvd.

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Duration: 4:28

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Verse 1 I know communication is the key But I don't like to talk much, I only like me The streets drove a boss nuts I can still remember all the blood my homie coughed up Laying on the streets dying Me I'm like 'Oh Fuck' I picked him up, he was heavy but i had to hurry up Laid him in my chevy truck doing about a steady buck Heaven help my homeboy, his life is already fucked Momma was a crack head, sucking dick for petty buck My pops was on heroine, his childhood set him up For this very day where he would lay cos somebody wed him up Walking through the emergency room, my homie losing consciousness He gon die if he don't get surgery soon Keep him alive, the doctor sense an urgency loom For me is get back, we certainly gooms I was there when he flat life, cos they effers never revived him Had to tell his momma and his two sons who survived Can't eat can't sleep Crubbing my homie's blood off my back seat Gun full of slugs ready to clap heat Madder as my attitude increases This gat I use get at a dude The blamer shed avenues to pieces Innocent bystanders said you had to lose your nieces For my niggas in the coffin rockin' Patin shoes increases JESUS I really know what beef is But I also know what [?] over a new leaf is Like a caterpillar I need my life rearranged Music is my caccoon, it's time for a change x2 [Outro] It's hard on the boulevard [?] on them avenues Casualties on every side Real niggas having fueds All I ever had was a pistol and a attitude Time for a change, Obama ain't mad at you

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  • Crooked I