fashion aside/ Put your hate aside/ Put your pride aside/ Put your fighting aside/ Let's bring the old meaning of hardcore back/ Let's bring it back/
turned her over, got it from the back The pussy was sorry, so the bitch got slapped Then I took my dick out, laid it on her chest She put it in the middle
Little big ass square, mashin' with the players Twist it, light it, inhale it, oh yeah Now if you wanna kick it like I said before Now you can bring the weed or
brain until it's not so It's hostile, ni**az lick shots to watch the glocks glow Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals And it ain't no peace
spoon Sweeping with the same broom It's hazard, it's you don't want yo life Well give me grab it I was born inside a love zone With a glock-nine young marriage It
a quest with a death wish Tell 'em they come and test, and tha rest, nigga gets hectic Here's tha aneirexic, i'm making it to an exit Walkin' through
feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb Bust
to? Murderin niggaz, look what it's come to My memories bring me misery, and life is hard in the ghetto, it's insanity, I can't breath Got me thinkin
me, what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter just don't bite it
Blame it on my mama I'm a thug nigga Up before the sunrise quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on Nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these
, can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first
to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
to bring them back tha streetz R Deathrow Chorus (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it
mother out if the price is right I hate life, gimme the glock about to join Biggie and 'Pac and you comin like it or not GET OFF ME! Let me go, don't
[50 Cent (2pac)] Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now) And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'
I bring it to 'em where they pump at 12 Gauge mashberg No shell in the head Before you put in work, you gotta pump that You done hit a nigga with it