T.I. - You Ain't Hard lyrics

I done been locked up wit the worsest of n***as Armed robbin con men and murderous n***as The dope boys be the first to deliver Green, brown, or blow, got mo snow than Buffalo in the winter Think these lyrics is comin from a pretender If I said it I done seen it or done it So I mean it when I say you don't want it Done came a long way from jumpin the hunnids (hundreds) To baggin them quarters, doin shows from L.A. to Flawda (Florida) In Atlanta, I'm the law and the order, the king of it Got a throne and a brougham and a? that's chrome Callin houses on the water my home, wit no mortgage or loan If I live in it I bought it and own it If I'm wit a b**h I caught her and boned it No question, no less than a week and she's in confession And I bought no necklace unless I'm investin' No exceptions, I'll open ya closed session. You ain't hard til you cookin' like this You ain't mob til you f**ed wit the click Or you flippin' them bricks We make music for the broke and the rich For the hoop and the 6 For the hustlas went from nothin to? [x2] We hustle from 6 to 6 to 6 again Sell fat nicks for 10 til the bricks get in Venturin from ATL to Michigan The talk of yo town, you ain't even worth mentionin Peppermint try'na get another shipment in And Sam Goody just hit us on the hip again Got hot sh** under our fits that'll pierce ya skin And the click I'm in some made men, know dat Got a deal now, but I was the sh** befo dat Totin steel now, but hold my own wit no gat T.I.P. the answer to the question "Where them hoes at?" The heat is catchin up to n***as runnin 4 flat At the club gettin crunker than crackers on Prozac Say you got some dubs on the Lac? Well shawty where the vogues at? T.I.P. ain't the sh**? come on shawty, don't act I'm the hottest thing ever flowed over 24 tracks. You ain't hard til you cookin' like this You ain't mob til you f**ed wit the click Or you flippin' them bricks We make music for the broke and the rich For the hoop and the 6 For the hustlas went from nothin to? [x2] Some n***as wonder how I made it, I do what it takes At school I was cool wit the n***a who threw a 22 in ya face Took ya starter coat and choked ya til you blue in the face Or you might know me as the n***a who f**ed ya b**h and bust 2 in her face Either way, I'm a winner like the 4 and the trey You probably never held mo dough than I can blow in a day Sometimes I'm wearin gold, sometimes I'm ridin on it Between us, I doubled up off my signin bonus K.P. and Jay say "Shawty, aye you goin' legit." But I ignored sh**, when I scored a brick I bet you never knew how quick 36 O's'll flip Yeah I cook it til it bubble up, see how quick it double up Competition's in trouble I'm supplyin the hood Born, bred, when I'm dead, I'ma die in the hood n***as be tryin the hood, I open fire in the hood Shut 'em up, wet 'em up, and let 'em lie in the hood. You ain't hard til you cookin' like this You ain't mob til you f**ed wit the click Or you flippin' them bricks We make music for the broke and the rich For the hoop and the 6 For the hustlas went from nothin to? [x2]