Times iz Hard

[Production by Buckwild & Lord Finesse]

[Big L: 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 and I jetted
One kid tried to set it
I bet he regret it cause 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 gettin robbed and scarred
Cause times is hard on the boulevard

[Big L: Verse 2]
Yo I was robbing people on a regular basis in many different places and all types of races
I robbed gangstas, 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 2 in his chest and his motherfucking heart stopped
Its a must I commit crimes
Cause I gotta get mine, its 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

[Big L: 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
Blastin 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
Cuz times is hard on the boulevard