Timez Iz Hard

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I used to be a rich nigga, selling much crack To make a long story short, I fell off like a hubcap My operation got shut off, I can't slide a slut off I gotta beat my dick to get a nut off 'Cause when a convo is struck up Bitches act stuck up, my luck sucks, everything is fucked up To get cash I gotta beg 'Cause every time I reach in my pocket all I feel is my damn leg Its about time that I feel cash Gotta get it right now, gotta get it real fast 'Cause all I got left is two MAC-10s A army jacket, a ski mask, a hoodie, and some black Timbs I'm about to get extra ill So I went to my crib, got booted up and got dressed to kill The first place that I hit was the corner store I pulled out and told everybody to get on the floor I took the cash then I jetted, one kid tried to set it I bet he regret it because he got wetted Robberies I did well When you look in the dictionary under villain you'll see a photo of Big L Fuck a job, punks is getting robbed and scarred 'Cause times is hard on the boulevard [Chorus] Times is hard on the boulevard Times is hard on the boulevard Times is hard on the boulevard [Verse 2] Yo, I was robbing people on a regular basis In many different places and all types of races I robbed gangsters, I robbed ducks, I didn't care who I stuck As long as I got a buck, what the fuck? When niggas see me they take flight I'll even rob Jehovah if I catch him right on a late night Keep a vest, G, don't try to test me A redneck police chief tried to arrest me Ayo that wasn't a smart cop Because I put two in his chest and his motherfucking heart stopped It's a must I commit crimes 'Cause I gotta get mine, it's hard times, and all I see are dollar signs Why should I work for another sucker When I can do robberies and make G's like a motherfucker Fuck a job, punks is getting robbed and scarred 'Cause times is hard on the boulevard [Chorus] Times is hard on the boulevard Times is hard on the boulevard Times is hard on the boulevard Times is hard on the boulevard Times is hard on the boulevard Times is hard on the boulevard [Verse 3] Yo I was goin out just like a crusader would I robbed everything that moved in the neighborhood Yo, I was even robbing chicks I did mad sticks, I needed more dough so I started taking hits Blasting ducks with the shotty The trigger I squeeze with ease I got paid 50 G's per body In a year I killed 88 So I made about... umm... fuck it I was crazy straight Fuck a job, punks is getting robbed and starved 'Cause times is hard on the boulevard [Chorus: Rakim] Times is hard on the boulevard Times is hard on the boulevard Times is hard on the boulevard Times is hard on the boulevard