To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't me) I the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me * 2x *
"hardcore, far than the average"
To all my hardcore niggaz yo I'm the same Won't let the game me, I'm trying to change the game This shit is mad lame -- hip-hop party rules no jeans, Or hoodies or hats, sound you mean me -- fuck ya! You still get shot up ain't nuttin but players Fuck you think? nigga steppin on your thousand gators -- you shook at the site of party crashers At the door actin, like you know who bummy jab is They tell you rock, me, "don't act no fool" "you heard of scotch on the rocks? " I the whole shit cool But i'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy pants Deep heat holdin nigga til I'm triple platinum
To all my hardcore don't forget me (don't forget me) I the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me
"hardcore, far more the average"
M.f.c.!! Hey hey, that's my price man The whole industry's him and me Like thugs are to death But we got the remedy for all that shit One clip up in the wiffleballs out all of you popcorn rappers Callin my crew haters, knowin well you hate me But to stick it to me, knowin damn well I break teeth Alcatraz, forever rock hard, got scars for rap shit Got locked behind bars, the actin All my grimy-ass handlers, standin in the lobbies Stay forever rowdy, niggaz _it's your like bobby Rob these, cats they got so much cheese When it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses home for my housin p's and, catch me out in shaolin Whylin with ghost, deck, and and them Before I'm out the door big up my outlaw My hardcore lovin out for war niggaz
To all my hardcore don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz switch me
"hardcore, far more the average" * 2x *
To all my hardcore niggaz don't me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of niggaz wanna switch me Never that, I'm constantly comin with raps We sever that, take your and slap em leather strap You better pack, gat or the outcome you outdone I doubt them, niggaz can fuck with the without fun Aiyyo what about son? aiyyo witness a nigga clout son Trippin these chickens and sippin on guinness stout son Without them, this nigga who up and asked me "are you fuckin my sister man? " when that bitch butch like Hell no, quick fast this man the elbow Shells load, he froze, buck stuck like velcro His man yelled, "yo, no need to fuckin draw gats, We all black" put the gat down, I his jaw tapped I saw that, ain't want no beef in the first place Just a gerk face nigga to rep his birthplace The worst scenario, I leave your ass shot up up my rap product and back to crack narcotics The moral of this story is -- there is no god Just my shit is hard, and if shit ain't like us a fraud, motherfucker
up Straight that Fuck one of niggaz up
"hardcore, far more the average"
To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't me) I the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me
"hardcore, far than the average"
(what, uh-huh, see you in motherfucker)
To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't me) The game change.. but fuck
"hardcore, far than the average"
Still in there, up Heltah skeltah the fuck
Chop your motherfuckin hands off and put a on you With no frequency, nigga
"hardcore, far more the average"
Dip your ass in
"hardcore, far than the average"
And then get the flies to ? you motherfucker You punk motherfuckers, you sweet sons of
"hardcore, far than the average"
Fuckin, onionhead-ass, hardcore