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Hard |
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(Ryu) |
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Uh hu |
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Ryu |
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Me and Takbir |
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Demigodzilla |
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J-Dilla |
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Verse 1 |
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Yo |
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It ain't (Hard) |
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They tell now who the illest is |
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J-Dilla bitch Styles in ya grill again |
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That old killa shit back to the gutter scum |
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Number 1 rap record of the summer son! |
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Feet stomp to the beat like war drums |
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Chandelier shook and the freakin floor sunk |
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The R-Y-U that should do it |
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Shoot a missle at the moon and attach you to it |
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Its too (Hard) |
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Born for the weak and peacy |
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I'm thinkin that the worlds gonna need some clean sheets |
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Shittin on you rappers I practice free speech |
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Don't protect whales but I rap for Green Peace! |
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Verse 2 |
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Its time to hop in to cruise to the new shit |
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Huh |
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I'm bout as cool as me chewin a toothpick |
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Soon as the sun sets I'm out with the whole clan |
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Tearin the village down oh man! |
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Folks don't understand |
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When I'm holdin this part of this perfect unit |
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To do it you recognize that we started this murder music |
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I'm movin through all the rubbish and yes |
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They know they love it at best |
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Cuz I've been known to keep them clubbin the debt |
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Chorus |
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You ain't a (Star) |
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So why you walk around actin like you (Hard) |
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Ain't nobody got you bumpin in the (Car) |
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You don't party with ya people at the (Bar) |
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What is it? |
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Wha wha what is it? |
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You a (Star) |
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Before you bring it boy you better think (Hard) |
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Drop a hundred thou on a red and pink (Car) |
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Get it free never blow money at the (Bar) |
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What is it? |
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What what what is it? |
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Verse 3 |
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Huh? |
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Aww I see you got ya heart broken |
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Little sweetie posted up with both arms folded |
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Clockin all my jewels and they don't know how we did it |
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Marking every move smooth to my MLB fitted |
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Ooh! |
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Ya baby sitters gonna be a minute late |
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Why? |
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Cuz you ain't even old enough to innovate |
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Skulls in ya grill got ya neighborhood fame |
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But dang |
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You ain't really known for ya skill |
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Verse 4 |
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Ok! |
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Think about it before you pop off |
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Keep cool when you fuckin with a Boss Hog |
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Hot sauce ima bag this Poptart |
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Seen em down the bloc tryin to flag a cop car |
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Not to notice a bomb goes wowee |
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Demigodz roll like Musab al-Zarqawi |
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People know who control the Valley |
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Roll tanks through the west bank home to Cali |
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You ain't (Hard) |
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Cuz ya whack clique was Ousted |
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So sick I spit raps in hazmat outfits |
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You ain't about shit holmes admit it |
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Cuz real hustlers don't talk they just go get it! |
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Uh huh |
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S.O.B. |
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Ryu and Tak |
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Uh |
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Chorus |
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Verse 5 |
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Follow me follow me closely |
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I see you fellas were jealous so I crack a smirk and polish my trophy |
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Shakin the ground |
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I put my hands in the gravel |
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Try takin me down so I can stand in ya shadow |
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Naw |
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You and ya buddy gonna see in an instant |
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Dummy |
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Without me it wouldn't be what it is then |
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So recognize and zip ya lip jack push em aside |
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What a surprise yea its so kick it |
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Verse 6 |
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Yo |
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You hear the baby whining it don't effect me shiit |
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How dare you disrespect me kid |
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I'm sick of the games |
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Look at where you sit in the plane |
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You could be chillin with a first class ticket to fame |
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You ain't (Hard) |
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Matter fact its easy |
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Ima crack ya cd |
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It sounds good cuz ya tracks are cheesy |
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On the path to greatness |
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Ya raps are basic |
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Think about it when you fillin out that application |
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Chorus |