[Hook:] It's hard to believe (It's hard to believe) I made it through the years (I made it through the years) I guess that I'm blessed (I guess that I
(feat. Denaro, V-Dog) [Hook:] It's hard to believe (It's hard to believe) I made it through the years (I made it through the years) I guess that I'm
Translation: Yo Gotti. Hard To Believe.
: (feat. Denaro, V-Dog) [Hook:] It's hard to believe (It's hard to believe) I made it through the years (I made it through the years) I guess that I
' it up the squad stay feelin' the truck With chicks that's willin' to triz with us, uh You say you gotta man and your in love But what's love gotta
through this shit man I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two I believe in you, believe in yourself nigga or don't even rep this
kinda hard comin' up as a youngster I gotta deal with the roof that I'm under Even though my moms got it hard My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without
lion's den That forty-four mag'll twist ya aves and the cav you flying in We hoping out cabs like Iron Men It's hard to believe how niggaz leave with
gonna be around til ya body rott and if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got what!what! what! what! [Noreaga] yo,yo! ay yo, there
hard work, raise off the homegirl bitches And I know that you really can't believe what ya hear and ya see Just put ya hands up and repeat after me Get yo
Gotti got What! What! What! What! [Noreaga] yo,yo! ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain the other smoke chronic like straight to the brain ay yo
The squad stay feelin' the truck With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh You say you gotta man & your in love But what's love Gotta do with
ya, these bitches ain't innocent They'll change the game and make the gangsters start pimpin' women He don't want her, she's just a decoy You gotta use
man layin' dead on the floor Kid, I swore That our crew would live forever I guess I was wrong No, until we meet again Hold ya head and stay strong Yo
Yo, yo, yo What the fuck poppin' man This the Drama King man Yo who there, who dat, who there man? (Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga) Muthafucka, uh, Harlem
time Gotti got What, what, what, what Yo, yo, ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain Ay yo
