Paroles Playing hard Daz Dillinger

Playing hard

Yeah uh, let me speak on it (Yeah, yeah)

Like this

[Verse 1]

Livin' my life on the streets nigga, completely a hustle mission

It's do or die, no doubt we tryin' to get it nigga

Read about the slick Gambinos

Keepin' it locked on both sides of the globe, sunshine is no

It's kind of crazy in these streets

Where killers will grab the heat

Nigga listen to the shit that I speak

Y'all know the outcome, from Filmore to Third

It's crucial on every turf

They ride and skird off

Until the next day they plot and let the gats burst off

I've seen it with my own eyes

A witness to this sick life

Where niggas will kill to flip some vice

Or a Vette, Viper, or Lex to floss around the West

Shit I'm nothin' nice so out on these streets keep a vest

[Verse 2]

I'd rather ball than be on these streets hustlin' for mine

It's dirty out here so I'm only trustin' the nine

And I'm knownin' this money ain't worth my freedom

My homie caught a case back in 88 and ever since I ain't seen him

I live the life of crime, affiliated in this dangerous times

Where you either bangin' rhymes or sellin' dimes

And jail time ain't nothin' new to thugs

Movin' drugs, takin' it one time and duckin' slugs

Fuck the love cause it ain't none and never will be

Ya shake my hand call me ya man but probably wanna kill me

I still be one of the realest to spill it

And all that shit that you talkin' about doin' I been did it

[Hook x2]

This is playin' hard, involved in the streets

Bailin' from bars, street stars playin' for keeps

Bullin' pants saggin' straps under the seat

Hustlin' instead of gettin' caught in all the beef

[Verse 3]

I stay tucked on my way to the block

The gunshots keep the turf on hot

Crack rocks and fat knocks

All the homies in the jeans ya tryin' to get it

Better keep ya cabbage man them niggas be tryin' to split it

Dirty ones, dirty thugs and then niggas

Head full of drama and everybody wants vengence

Smokin' on blunts and conversatin' over E's

Sippin' on Seagrams cup and plottin' on some G's

Moves get mad, crews get sprayed and the bodies get left

Every fuckin' move you make you gotta watch ya step

And the streets is like a time bomb, know the facts

Never speak business about murders and pullin' jacks

With the shake of the dice you ballin' or either broke

If ya stay in the drama might live or get smoked

Cause it's fifty-fifty, laugh now cry later

And funkin' is for keeps and they comin' back with the sprayer

[Verse 4]

It gets low, we keep it locked until we sittin' on top

But I'm the chief of the squad, callin' shots

It's nineteen-ninety fever

It's Tha Commissiona, representin' the Gamblaz

But confidentialy we goin' platinum

We feel the truth until the world listen up to hear the real

Cause it's for certain we keepin' it locked and holdin' it down

It's definetly not a get rich quick scheme

That's official, it's our time to shine we takin' over

It's one of the many, I'm playin' by my own rules

Constantly I'm tryin' to stick and move

Avoidin' the block, providin' for the rest of the fam

And I'm a made man

That's why I'm tryin' to execute this major, master plan

[Hook x4]