Lyrics:
Bang bang gun music to your ears
External toughness and internal fears
Pragmatical tales from the bloods and crips
On how they're dealing with
people keep your head to the sky
Shake that load off, shake that load off [Repeat: x16]
Folk in your face, you're a superstar
Niggas hang around
I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
My Hip Hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it
Dogg]
Head strong
End up on the pavement dead wrong, dead wrong
Rest of my chrome
Once I get my paper I'm gone, same song
I drive for your ?
Man you
ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
talk feisty
Just make sure you're holdin' me down when I'm far out your sight
I go up from GRAMMYs, win by this shit international
Whatever you do
topic
With twenty cents in my pocket I saw the light
If you're young gifted and black, you got no rights
Your only true right, is a right to a fight
your mouth
[Chorus]
Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air (uh ha)
Heads or tails win or lose broke niggas are players
Heads
Your favorite rapper keep begging me for a bag
Saying I need them then get left on seen and it's sad
Saying I should pay for a drop
Should get
trying to make your head spin
T double O is inclusion to the crew
If we talkin about the best then add the Drodians too
Or we want reparations too
Oh that
it ain't your Business why you Talking then
They show me love when I'm walking In
Feel I'm a superstar I'm super raw
I make that money then I'm
future when I look into your eyes (Into your eyes)
Take away my heart and now I'm feeling suicidal, (yeah, I don't wanna die)
I can't bring you to the head
it was when it really wasn't
So it wasn't me who was fuckin' up
Head fucked up as a young buck
Seven years couldn't leave my continent
Came
and die by the sword
Come playoff time
Is your lord a god
Or is your god a dog?
Live and die by the sword
Come playoff time
Is your lord a god
Or is your god a dog?
of the TEC"
Head for the hills before you get wrecked
"John Wayne couldn't even stand the reign of the TEC"
Here I come up your block, driving once
on the fuckin' streets
It's like a madness, fuck making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, 'cause either way pays me
A little rough with a hardcore theme
Couldn't
up
Chorus: (x2)
Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit
[Foxy Brown]
FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
I be all in my bag I be all in my bag
I be surprising myself shit it ain't even know I had
garbage niggas stay mad who gives a damn about trash
I
track
'Cause we on point like
A motherfucking meth bag
Step back, it's Syntax on the death rap
Nod your heads back till
Your motherfucking neck snaps
Step
us fuck in brand new ways
Keep the image of all o' your ex clowns, out your cfro coated smart ass head
I aint here to play no games I'm grown now, in
A
Stay splitting in half, earthquake style
Evacuate your premisses, the hardcore nemesis
I never miss, my flow never flawed
Grab mics and send electric
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