Ya’ Hardcore (Trip 2 Albee Sq.)

Lyrics

[Intro] Word up, man Yeah... nahmsayin? Straight up and down... nahmsayin? Word up, dunn, yo, man, word, fuck that, man Sick of this shit, man Yeah, word... yeah... it's on now, it's on For life... check this shit out [Verse 1] Destruction is only four minutes away As the spit sprays from my lips, you gonna feel a way From the break of day, since 1 in the morning The night before, I had the strength to fight the war A sight for sore eyes, and I be risin' Like the sun; I bought a gun, you better run I got it yesterday in North Carolina for eight and a quarter Now I'm feelin' out of order I had up to here and I swear I'm bout to pull a Colin Ferguson I'm gonna shoot the nervous one And the brave one, I'm misbehaving now today A mild-mannered citizen no longer wants to play It's kinda like that movie 'Falling Down' with Michael Douglas I feel his struggle, it's–ill, I smuggle this Automatic handgun back to New York Mad easy, and y'all wonder why the streets are sleazy Well this is the day of reckoning, start beckoning For tomorrow, 'cause I feel no type of sorrow [Hook] Fuck all the bitches and the hoes (Ya' hardcore) Fuck all the hookers in the stunts (ya hardcore) I got an Uzi in my clothes (Ya' hardcore) I drink 40's and smoke blunts (Ya' hardcore) H-A-R-D-C-O-R-E (Word) H-A-R-D-C-O-R-E (Straight up) [Verse 2] Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill I'mma bust shots at will, so don't stand still Everybody talkin' 'bout gunsmoke and death So fuck it, I'ma bust until no lives are left My most favorite tapes in the world Is 2Pac and Biggie; Bo$$ is the girl Can't forget the Geto Boys – they make noise Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, I wanna be My Mobb Deep tape, I done ran in the ground And Spice 1 get more run than Jim Brown Snoop Dogg and Tha Dogg Pound make me bark I'm dressed in all black and out after dark I used to get good grades, but now I see the light Ain't shit more fun than a gunfight, right? I'm going out like I just got fired from the post office Who's the hardest and the softest – Ain't gonna matter, 'cause the brave turn weak As soon as this gun start to leak, now hear me speak [Hook] Fuck all the bitches and the hoes (Ya' hardcore) Fuck all the hookers in the stunts (ya hardcore) I got an Uzi in my clothes (Ya' hardcore) I drink 40's and smoke blunts (Ya' hardcore) H-A-R-D-C-O-R-E (Word) H-A-R-D-C-O-R-E (Straight up) [Verse 3] I'm on my way to Albee Square Mall without Biz And I'ma let the world know what time it is Feel so good to be real now, that's word Now I'ma 'bout to do bad shit you ain't heard – or seen Except maybe on a movie screen It's time to spray more heads than Afro Sheen It's all about the green, gunshots, and cars Fat blunts, and bitches that work in strip bars Polo and Hilfiger don't make yo' ass fly Same thing that make a nigga laugh'll make em cry The way my brain think now is "murder for life" I run with kids who do bids and act trife I got some catchin' up to do So lemme get two hundred dimebags and three lighters too Dressed in all camo, my left pocket's the ammo For whoever should wanna get clever, now run the lever No more Mr. Nice Guy, fuck Faith and Hope Them dumb bitches, 'cause now I'm at the end of my rope I just watched 'Scarface' for the 6th time Laughin' 'bout that bullshit way I used to rhyme About "Keep your eyes on the prize" – fuck that Keep your eyes on your money, your hand on your gat I been re-programmed, and that's how I feel I just walked in the mall, now it's time to prove I'm real {*gunshots and screams*}