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Hard labor
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Intro: (Voice speaking)
You rang
Is you down kichy or even might love to me
Payin' bangin' another time
Look we got the trigger to quicker the caper
Fools leavin' they guns
from the guns to the care to the bed to the scoop
But working overtime nigga
Some motherfucking hard labor
Verse 1: [Kastro Outlaw Immortalz]
They got my,
Kickin' in dust, dirty
Bust me, they must be dreamin'
Trust me these cowards heard a murder
And they ain't tryin' to see it
They got 'em in there
When I was to young to be in
So now I'm comatosed, shellshocked and barely breathin'
But,
still I respect the game
Test me, you ain't Hussein
Outlaw like Josey Wales
Too tough to try to change
see-Bo, they take me, change no
We just slow at home
Ready for war plus we deadly
Verse 2: [Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz]
I remember when one of my teachers told me
That I ain't shit, and ain't gon never be shit
Look at me now bitch and fluwed your kid with this
Now we're rainin' on our enemies
Hennessy got me critically,
suddenly, instantly
Knew their planin' with my misery
It's to me from Makaveli the general
Military mind, outlaw with camisole
Critical condition for that hoes he fold
It Hard Labor, knowin' this rap shit might save us
Not from death, but where we came from
Chorus: x2
[Napolean - Outlaw Immortalz]
Nigga, all we do is act a fool is stay thugged out (Thugged out)
And the first nigga that act up was gettin' thugged out
Change the paper...
[Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz]
...it's Hard Labor
Made the biggest plan that niggas makin'
Sound aped, cause it is rapin'
They can't fake it more
Verse 3: [Storm - Outlaw Immortalz]
Gotta make more warriors
Runnin' through my veins
The story's told while the game's the same
Fuck the world with your money, man, play the game
Got stuck with your heartbeat, who's to blame
What you know what I want, when you're bad as yours
Got a vision of my enemies hittin' the floor
From Makaveli to my Outlawz, I back 'em all
Keep your mind on my riches, when I even the score
First nigga where you at, speak, friend of fo'
Got a 9-G locked, it's for if you fall
Shoot first, let's play no different face
I die for the shit, nigga Hard Labor
Verse 4: [Kastro - Outlaw Immortalz]
Pick up my block, cock
Please not want to put a stop to my plot
They locked my bitch up
And even tried to lock in my pops
It's Hard Labor, my moms, you craw me thinkin' to major
Mad, cause, nowadays too many hoes is on my pager
Pussy and paper
Pencil, politics and praise you
Chase you and even chase me
Straight to the penitentiary
Nigga, the hard life, hard fight and hard capers
Nigga, we're all thugs, overdosed in Hard Labor
(Voice Speaking):
Walked in the club and said a nigga drugs do us all
Looked up and see my nigga Big see-Bo
Verse 5: [C-Bo]
Check I was born to this life ,a sin, as a young thug
Releasin' stress over (?) gin, laced with mud
From day one I knew is wasn't no motherfuckin' love
They use to jump doin' hands and now they jump in new as lust
I was confused first to see a church
on this hell on earth
But it was them fools first to took earth
for what it was worth
I was raised in this great community,
when there was no unity
And niggas be on they own,
as soon they reached (?cutety?)
Be you and me
Runnin' back, in a Cadillac
Fresh of a jack
With two straps in a Pontiac
With only one life to live
I guess the Lord had only one life to give
It seems so trifully, bought a hill
This fast nigga's life's a sin
It's hell on earth, ain't nothin' worse
Than givin' birth to kid
Talk to sin until he buried to dirt
It's been a thug life since day one,
when I was thugged in
25 Years later got rid off thuggin' Hard Labor
The song "Hard Labor" by C-Bo, featuring Outlaw Immortalz, portrays a life of constant struggles and hardships which can only be mitigated through the act of "hard labor." The intro to the song is a voice speaking to someone else, relaying a message about leaving guns behind and only relying on hard work, emphasizing the theme of "hard labor." The verses by different members of Outlaw Immortalz and C-Bo narrate their struggles, hardships they face in their daily lives, and their experiences with the criminal justice system. The chorus repeats the phrase "hard labor" as a way of representing the constant struggle and striving for a better life.
Kastro's verse describes his experience growing up in a community plagued by violence and recklessness, where he was exposed to the criminal world at a young age. Young Noble reflects on his experience of being called "nothing" by his teacher, and how he proved them wrong through his success in the rap industry. Storm raps about the importance of creating more role models in his community and holding on to his riches through any means necessary. C-Bo talks about being born into a life of sin and struggle, and how despite the hardships, he has maintained his determination to succeed.
Line by Line Meaning
You rang
Hello, what do you want?
Is you down kichy or even might love to me
Do you want to fight or love me?
Payin' bangin' another time
We will handle our business later
Look we got the trigger to quicker the caper
We have the gun and skills to rob efficiently
Fools leavin' they guns
Dumb people leaving their weapons behind
from the guns to the care to the bed to the scoop
Weapons get passed around from person to person
In this life ain't nothing they can think off
There is nothing new that people can come up with
But working overtime nigga
But we are constantly working hard
Some motherfucking hard labor
We are doing some seriously hard work
They got my,
They captured me
Kickin' in dust, dirty
I am living in rough conditions
Bust me, they must be dreamin'
They must be delusional if they think they can arrest me
Trust me these cowards heard a murder
These cowards know about a murder
And they ain't tryin' to see it
And they are not investigating it
They got 'em in there
They have someone in their custody
When I was to young to be in
When I was too young to be involved
So now I'm comatosed, shellshocked and barely breathin'
Now I am traumatized, barely alive, and barely breathing
still I respect the game
But I still respect the lifestyle and what it represents
Test me, you ain't Hussein
Don't test me, you're not Saddam Hussein
Outlaw like Josey Wales
I am an outlaw like the character Josey Wales
Too tough to try to change
I am too strong to change
see-Bo, they take me, change no
C-Bo, they might arrest me, but I won't change
We just slow at home
We are just relaxing at home
Ready for war plus we deadly
We are prepared for war and we are dangerous
I remember when one of my teachers told me
I recall one of my teachers telling me
That I ain't shit, and ain't gon never be shit
That I am worthless and will never amount to anything
Look at me now bitch and fluwed your kid with this
Look at me now, proving you wrong and influencing your children
Now we're rainin' on our enemies
Now we are taking down our enemies
Hennessy got me critically,
Hennessy got me drunk, but still focused
suddenly, instantly
Suddenly and quickly
Knew their planin' with my misery
I knew they were planning to make me suffer
It's to me from Makaveli the general
It's guidance for me from the legend Makaveli
Military mind, outlaw with camisole
I have a military mindset like an outlaw in camouflage
Critical condition for that hoes he fold
We bring our enemies to a desperate state where they give up
It Hard Labor, knowin' this rap shit might save us
This rap music might be our only escape from this difficult life
Not from death, but where we came from
Not from dying, but from where we started
Nigga, all we do is act a fool is stay thugged out (Thugged out)
We just act reckless and stay committed to the gangster lifestyle
And the first nigga that act up was gettin' thugged out
And the first person who disrespects us will face our wrath
Change the paper...
Let's switch topics...
...it's Hard Labor
We're still living a difficult life
Made the biggest plan that niggas makin'
We are making ambitious plans
Sound aped, cause it is rapin'
Our sound is being copied, plagiarized
They can't fake it more
They can't pretend anymore
Gotta make more warriors
We need to recruit more soldiers
Runnin' through my veins
The will to fight runs through my blood
The story's told while the game's the same
The story repeats itself in this lifestyle
Fuck the world with your money, man, play the game
The world is corrupt, so play the rules of the game to succeed
Got stuck with your heartbeat, who's to blame
We are stuck with this lifestyle, who is to blame?
What you know what I want, when you're bad as yours
You don't know what I want when you have your own problems
Got a vision of my enemies hittin' the floor
I visualize my enemies falling to the ground
From Makaveli to my Outlawz, I back 'em all
From the legendary Makaveli to my fellow Outlawz, I stand by everyone
Keep your mind on my riches, when I even the score
Pay attention to my success when I get revenge
First nigga where you at, speak, friend of fo'
Speak first so I know you're a friend or foe
Got a 9-G locked, it's for if you fall
I have a gun locked and loaded in case I need it
Shoot first, let's play no different face
Let's be straightforward, no games
I die for the shit, nigga Hard Labor
I am willing to die for this lifestyle, it's tough
Pick up my block, cock
Pick up my gun and cock it
Please not want to put a stop to my plot
Please don't try to interfere with my plans
They locked my bitch up
They arrested my girlfriend
And even tried to lock in my pops
And even tried to imprison my father
It's Hard Labor, my moms, you craw me thinkin' to major
It's tough living for my mother, you wouldn't understand
Mad, cause, nowadays too many hoes is on my pager
I'm annoyed because too many girls are trying to reach me
Pussy and paper
Girls and money
Pencil, politics and praise you
Writing, politics, and flattery
Chase you and even chase me
People are constantly after us
Straight to the penitentiary
Straight to prison
Nigga, the hard life, hard fight and hard capers
This is a tough lifestyle, filled with fights and robberies
Walked in the club and said a nigga drugs do us all
I entered the club and said drugs are affecting all of us
Looked up and see my nigga Big see-Bo
I looked up and saw my friend Big C-Bo
Check I was born to this life, a sin, as a young thug
I was born into this sinful life as a young gangster
Releasin' stress over (?) gin, laced with mud
I release my stress with gin, possibly laced with something
From day one I knew is wasn't no motherfuckin' love
From the beginning, I knew there was no love in this lifestyle
They use to jump doin' hands and now they jump in new as lust
They used to fight with fists, now they fight for materialistic things
I was confused first to see a church
I was confused when I first saw a church
on this hell on earth
On this terrible place we call earth
But it was them fools first to took earth
But those fools were the first to claim the land
for what it was worth
For what little value it had
I was raised in this great community,
I was raised in this community that had some positives
when there was no unity
But there was also a lack of unity
And niggas be on they own, as soon they reached (?cutety?)
People were on their own as soon as they reached adulthood
Be you and me
It's just you and me
Runnin' back, in a Cadillac
Driving fast in a Cadillac
Fresh of a jack
Fresh off a robbery
With two straps in a Pontiac
With two guns in a Pontiac
With only one life to live
With only one life to live
I guess the Lord had only one life to give
I guess God only gave us one life
It seems so trifully, bought a hill
It seems so trivial, like buying a hill
This fast nigga's life's a sin
This fast life of mine is sinful
It's hell on earth, ain't nothin' worse
It's terrible on earth, it can't get worse
Than givin' birth to kid
Than bringing a child into this world
Talk to sin until he buried to dirt
I will continue to sin until I am buried in the ground
It's been a thug life since day one,
It's been a gangster life since day one
when I was thugged in
When I was initiated into this life
25 Years later got rid off thuggin' Hard Labor
25 years later, I stopped living the gangster lifestyle and the hard labor that comes with it
Lyrics ยฉ Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: KATARI COX, MICHAEL MOSLEY, NOBLE COOPER, STORM HUNTER
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Marlon Keesee
One of the most wicked beats ever made right here and everyone killed it.
zukkmix
Immortal track!!! Long live C-Bo ! โค๏ธ
Willie Talley III
you'll never hear a bass line like this anymore
danae minton
Willie Talley III except on autopsy
Gabriel Soto
Rick Rock is a legendary producer
Miguel Kortez
On everything
Dolomite
@Gabriel Soto Mike Mosley
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Mechanix and J Stalin tryna immitate but can't put it down like our BOy-Cow....They did good but real ears hear!!!!
Savinay
This song is a masterpiece
Steven B
The outlawz snapped on this!