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