How About Some Hardcore 歌词
| 歌曲 | How About Some Hardcore |
| 歌手 | M.O.P. |
| 专辑 | 10 Years and Gunnin' |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| (yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| [ verse 1: billy danzenie ] | |
| (yeah, we like it raw in the streets) | |
| For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep | |
| With your ifth on your hip, ready to flip | |
| Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick | |
| You got skill, you best manage to chill | |
| And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the hill | |
| With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost ya | |
| Make you reminisce of frank nitty 'the enforcer' | |
| I move with m.o.p.'s last generation | |
| Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation | |
| I packs my gat, i gotta stay strapped | |
| I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind | |
| Don't sleep, i get deep when i creep | |
| I see right now i got to show you it ain't nothin sweet | |
| Go get your muthafuckin hammer | |
| And act like you want drama | |
| I send a message to your mama | |
| 'hello, do you know your one son left? | |
| I had license to kill and he had been marked for death | |
| He's up the hill in the back of the building with two in the dome | |
| I left him stiffer than a tombstone' | |
| [ li'l fame ] | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| (yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| [ verse 2: billy danzenie ] | |
| (yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto) | |
| I used to pack sling shots, but now i'm packin heavy metal | |
| A rugged underground freestyler | |
| Is li'l fame, muthafucka, slap, li'l mallet | |
| When i let off, it's a burning desire | |
| Niggas increase the peace cause when i release it be rapid fire | |
| For the cause i drop niggas like drawers | |
| Niggas'll hit the floors from the muthafuckin .44's | |
| I'm talkin titles when it's showtime | |
| Fuck around, i have niggas call the injury help line | |
| I bust words in my verse that'll serve | |
| Even on my first nerve i put herbs to curbs | |
| I ain't about givin niggas a chance | |
| And i still raise shit to make my brother wanna get up and dance | |
| Front, i make it a thrill to kill | |
| Bringin the ruckus, it's the neighborhood hoods for the hill that's real | |
| Me and mics, that's unlike niggas and dykes | |
| So who wanna skate, cause i'm puttin niggas on ice | |
| Whatever i drop must be rough, rugged and hard more | |
| (yeah!) | |
| [ billy danzenie ] | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| (yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) | |
| [ verse 3: billy danzenie ] | |
| Yo, here i am (so what up?) get it on, cocksucker | |
| That nigga bill seem to be a ill black brother | |
| I gets dough from the way i flow | |
| And before i go | |
| You muthafuckas gonna know | |
| That i ain't nothin to fuck with - duck quick | |
| I squeeze when i'm stressed | |
| Them teflons'll tear through your vest | |
| I love a bloodbath (niggas know the half) | |
| You can feel the wrath (saratoga/st. marks ave.) | |
| B-i-l-l-y d-a-n-z-e | |
| N-i-e, me, billy danzenie | |
| (knock, knock) who's there? (li'l fame) | |
| Li'l fame who? (li'l fame, your nigga) | |
| Boom! ease up off the trigger | |
| It's aight, me and shorty go to gunfights | |
| Together we bring the ruckus, right? | |
| We trump tight, aight? | |
| I earned mine, so i'm entitled to a title | |
| (7 fuckin 30) that means i'm homicidal | |
| [ li'l fame ] | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| (yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) | |
| [ verse 4: li'l fame ] | |
| Yo, i scream on niggas like a rollercoaster | |
| To them wack muthafuckas, go hang it up like a poster | |
| Niggas get excited, but don't excite me | |
| Don't invite me, i'm splittin niggas' heads where the white be | |
| Try to trash this, this little bastard'll blast it | |
| Only puttin niggas in comas and caskets | |
| I ain't a phoney, i put the 'mack' in a -roni | |
| I leave you lonely (yeah, yeah, get on his ass, homie) | |
| Up in your anus, i pack steel that's stainless | |
| We came to claim this, and li'l fame'll make you famous | |
| I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough | |
| Cause i'm in effect, knockin muthafuckas like five-o | |
| I'm catchin other niggas peepin, shit, i ain't sleepin | |
| I roll deep like a muthafuckin puerto-rican | |
| So when i write my competition looks sadly | |
| For broke-ass niggas i make it happen like mariah carey | |
| I got shit for niggas that roll bold | |
| Li'l fame is like a orthopedic shoe, i got mad soul | |
| I'ma kill em before i duck em | |
| Because yo, mother made em, mother had em and muthafuck em | |
| [ li'l fame ] | |
| Knowmsayin? | |
| Li'l fame up in this muthafucka | |
| Givin shoutouts to my man d/r period | |
| [name] | |
| Lazy laz | |
| My man broke ass moe | |
| The whole saratoga ave. | |
| Youknowmsayin? | |
| Representin for brooklyn | |
| Most of all my cousin prince leroy, big mal, rest in peace | |
| [ billy danzenie ] | |
| Danzenie up in this muthafucka | |
| I'd like to say what's up to the whole m.o.p. | |
| Brooklyn, period | |
| Them niggas that just don't give a fuck | |
| [ o.g. bu-bang | |
| Bet yo ass, nigga | |
| Hey yo, this muthafuckin babyface [name] | |
| Aka o.g. bu-bang | |
| Yo, i wanna say what's up to the whole muthafuckin m.o.p. boyyeee |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| yeah, we like it raw! 4x | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| verse 1: billy danzenie | |
| yeah, we like it raw in the streets | |
| For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep | |
| With your ifth on your hip, ready to flip | |
| Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick | |
| You got skill, you best manage to chill | |
| And do yourself a favor, don' t come nowhere near the hill | |
| With that bullshit, word, money grip, it' ll cost ya | |
| Make you reminisce of frank nitty ' the enforcer' | |
| I move with m. o. p.' s last generation | |
| Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation | |
| I packs my gat, i gotta stay strapped | |
| I bust mines, don' t try to sneak up on me from behind | |
| Don' t sleep, i get deep when i creep | |
| I see right now i got to show you it ain' t nothin sweet | |
| Go get your muthafuckin hammer | |
| And act like you want drama | |
| I send a message to your mama | |
| ' hello, do you know your one son left? | |
| I had license to kill and he had been marked for death | |
| He' s up the hill in the back of the building with two in the dome | |
| I left him stiffer than a tombstone' | |
| li' l fame | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| yeah, we like it raw! 4x | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| verse 2: billy danzenie | |
| yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto | |
| I used to pack sling shots, but now i' m packin heavy metal | |
| A rugged underground freestyler | |
| Is li' l fame, muthafucka, slap, li' l mallet | |
| When i let off, it' s a burning desire | |
| Niggas increase the peace cause when i release it be rapid fire | |
| For the cause i drop niggas like drawers | |
| Niggas' ll hit the floors from the muthafuckin . 44' s | |
| I' m talkin titles when it' s showtime | |
| Fuck around, i have niggas call the injury help line | |
| I bust words in my verse that' ll serve | |
| Even on my first nerve i put herbs to curbs | |
| I ain' t about givin niggas a chance | |
| And i still raise shit to make my brother wanna get up and dance | |
| Front, i make it a thrill to kill | |
| Bringin the ruckus, it' s the neighborhood hoods for the hill that' s real | |
| Me and mics, that' s unlike niggas and dykes | |
| So who wanna skate, cause i' m puttin niggas on ice | |
| Whatever i drop must be rough, rugged and hard more | |
| yeah! | |
| billy danzenie | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| yeah, we like it raw! 4x | |
| verse 3: billy danzenie | |
| Yo, here i am so what up? get it on, cocksucker | |
| That nigga bill seem to be a ill black brother | |
| I gets dough from the way i flow | |
| And before i go | |
| You muthafuckas gonna know | |
| That i ain' t nothin to fuck with duck quick | |
| I squeeze when i' m stressed | |
| Them teflons' ll tear through your vest | |
| I love a bloodbath niggas know the half | |
| You can feel the wrath saratoga st. marks ave. | |
| Billy danze | |
| Nie, me, billy danzenie | |
| knock, knock who' s there? li' l fame | |
| Li' l fame who? li' l fame, your nigga | |
| Boom! ease up off the trigger | |
| It' s aight, me and shorty go to gunfights | |
| Together we bring the ruckus, right? | |
| We trump tight, aight? | |
| I earned mine, so i' m entitled to a title | |
| 7 fuckin 30 that means i' m homicidal | |
| li' l fame | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| yeah, we like it raw! 4x | |
| verse 4: li' l fame | |
| Yo, i scream on niggas like a rollercoaster | |
| To them wack muthafuckas, go hang it up like a poster | |
| Niggas get excited, but don' t excite me | |
| Don' t invite me, i' m splittin niggas' heads where the white be | |
| Try to trash this, this little bastard' ll blast it | |
| Only puttin niggas in comas and caskets | |
| I ain' t a phoney, i put the ' mack' in a roni | |
| I leave you lonely yeah, yeah, get on his ass, homie | |
| Up in your anus, i pack steel that' s stainless | |
| We came to claim this, and li' l fame' ll make you famous | |
| I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough | |
| Cause i' m in effect, knockin muthafuckas like fiveo | |
| I' m catchin other niggas peepin, shit, i ain' t sleepin | |
| I roll deep like a muthafuckin puertorican | |
| So when i write my competition looks sadly | |
| For brokeass niggas i make it happen like mariah carey | |
| I got shit for niggas that roll bold | |
| Li' l fame is like a orthopedic shoe, i got mad soul | |
| I' ma kill em before i duck em | |
| Because yo, mother made em, mother had em and muthafuck em | |
| li' l fame | |
| Knowmsayin? | |
| Li' l fame up in this muthafucka | |
| Givin shoutouts to my man d r period | |
| name | |
| Lazy laz | |
| My man broke ass moe | |
| The whole saratoga ave. | |
| Youknowmsayin? | |
| Representin for brooklyn | |
| Most of all my cousin prince leroy, big mal, rest in peace | |
| billy danzenie | |
| Danzenie up in this muthafucka | |
| I' d like to say what' s up to the whole m. o. p. | |
| Brooklyn, period | |
| Them niggas that just don' t give a fuck | |
| o. g. bubang | |
| Bet yo ass, nigga | |
| Hey yo, this muthafuckin babyface name | |
| Aka o. g. bubang | |
| Yo, i wanna say what' s up to the whole muthafuckin m. o. p. boyyeee |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| yeah, we like it raw! 4x | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| verse 1: billy danzenie | |
| yeah, we like it raw in the streets | |
| For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep | |
| With your ifth on your hip, ready to flip | |
| Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick | |
| You got skill, you best manage to chill | |
| And do yourself a favor, don' t come nowhere near the hill | |
| With that bullshit, word, money grip, it' ll cost ya | |
| Make you reminisce of frank nitty ' the enforcer' | |
| I move with m. o. p.' s last generation | |
| Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation | |
| I packs my gat, i gotta stay strapped | |
| I bust mines, don' t try to sneak up on me from behind | |
| Don' t sleep, i get deep when i creep | |
| I see right now i got to show you it ain' t nothin sweet | |
| Go get your muthafuckin hammer | |
| And act like you want drama | |
| I send a message to your mama | |
| ' hello, do you know your one son left? | |
| I had license to kill and he had been marked for death | |
| He' s up the hill in the back of the building with two in the dome | |
| I left him stiffer than a tombstone' | |
| li' l fame | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| yeah, we like it raw! 4x | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| verse 2: billy danzenie | |
| yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto | |
| I used to pack sling shots, but now i' m packin heavy metal | |
| A rugged underground freestyler | |
| Is li' l fame, muthafucka, slap, li' l mallet | |
| When i let off, it' s a burning desire | |
| Niggas increase the peace cause when i release it be rapid fire | |
| For the cause i drop niggas like drawers | |
| Niggas' ll hit the floors from the muthafuckin . 44' s | |
| I' m talkin titles when it' s showtime | |
| Fuck around, i have niggas call the injury help line | |
| I bust words in my verse that' ll serve | |
| Even on my first nerve i put herbs to curbs | |
| I ain' t about givin niggas a chance | |
| And i still raise shit to make my brother wanna get up and dance | |
| Front, i make it a thrill to kill | |
| Bringin the ruckus, it' s the neighborhood hoods for the hill that' s real | |
| Me and mics, that' s unlike niggas and dykes | |
| So who wanna skate, cause i' m puttin niggas on ice | |
| Whatever i drop must be rough, rugged and hard more | |
| yeah! | |
| billy danzenie | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| yeah, we like it raw! 4x | |
| verse 3: billy danzenie | |
| Yo, here i am so what up? get it on, cocksucker | |
| That nigga bill seem to be a ill black brother | |
| I gets dough from the way i flow | |
| And before i go | |
| You muthafuckas gonna know | |
| That i ain' t nothin to fuck with duck quick | |
| I squeeze when i' m stressed | |
| Them teflons' ll tear through your vest | |
| I love a bloodbath niggas know the half | |
| You can feel the wrath saratoga st. marks ave. | |
| Billy danze | |
| Nie, me, billy danzenie | |
| knock, knock who' s there? li' l fame | |
| Li' l fame who? li' l fame, your nigga | |
| Boom! ease up off the trigger | |
| It' s aight, me and shorty go to gunfights | |
| Together we bring the ruckus, right? | |
| We trump tight, aight? | |
| I earned mine, so i' m entitled to a title | |
| 7 fuckin 30 that means i' m homicidal | |
| li' l fame | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| yeah, we like it raw! 4x | |
| verse 4: li' l fame | |
| Yo, i scream on niggas like a rollercoaster | |
| To them wack muthafuckas, go hang it up like a poster | |
| Niggas get excited, but don' t excite me | |
| Don' t invite me, i' m splittin niggas' heads where the white be | |
| Try to trash this, this little bastard' ll blast it | |
| Only puttin niggas in comas and caskets | |
| I ain' t a phoney, i put the ' mack' in a roni | |
| I leave you lonely yeah, yeah, get on his ass, homie | |
| Up in your anus, i pack steel that' s stainless | |
| We came to claim this, and li' l fame' ll make you famous | |
| I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough | |
| Cause i' m in effect, knockin muthafuckas like fiveo | |
| I' m catchin other niggas peepin, shit, i ain' t sleepin | |
| I roll deep like a muthafuckin puertorican | |
| So when i write my competition looks sadly | |
| For brokeass niggas i make it happen like mariah carey | |
| I got shit for niggas that roll bold | |
| Li' l fame is like a orthopedic shoe, i got mad soul | |
| I' ma kill em before i duck em | |
| Because yo, mother made em, mother had em and muthafuck em | |
| li' l fame | |
| Knowmsayin? | |
| Li' l fame up in this muthafucka | |
| Givin shoutouts to my man d r period | |
| name | |
| Lazy laz | |
| My man broke ass moe | |
| The whole saratoga ave. | |
| Youknowmsayin? | |
| Representin for brooklyn | |
| Most of all my cousin prince leroy, big mal, rest in peace | |
| billy danzenie | |
| Danzenie up in this muthafucka | |
| I' d like to say what' s up to the whole m. o. p. | |
| Brooklyn, period | |
| Them niggas that just don' t give a fuck | |
| o. g. bubang | |
| Bet yo ass, nigga | |
| Hey yo, this muthafuckin babyface name | |
| Aka o. g. bubang | |
| Yo, i wanna say what' s up to the whole muthafuckin m. o. p. boyyeee |
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