Hard Shit

Yo son, hand me that Pyrex Give me some of that baking soda Yeah, yeah Ayo, turnin' up the flames, nigga, cookin' crack (Cookin' crack) Where Brooklyn at? Black mask, where Crooklyn at? (Where Crooklyn at?) Yo, what you lookin' at? Got you niggas shook in fact The big chains lookin' fat, my niggas bookin' that We take it back to the gutter where we take and rap Got these motherfuckers shakin' in they boots, we breakin' backs We breakin' packs down to eighths, surround your place For a pound of base, drown your face, you get found in lakes The rap capital murder, bust a cap and it's murder Through the window, black cat like a burglar Niggas go upside your head with the back of the burner It's redrum for niggas, it's backwards, it's murder They said, "Sticky, we want you to take a drug test" I said, "Okay, what kind of drugs you want me to test?" I said, "Okay, what kind of crimes you want me to confess?" I said, "Okay, now where the guns and give me the vest" It's me of course, you know I got the icky icky These niggas sellin' Becky, bet these niggas got the blicky These bastards tried to blast me but the shrapnel didn't hit me I'm always with the ratchet, nasty bitch, I keep it with me We thugs, y'all niggas weirdos You in the club, nigga, why would you wear those? I rip them diamond studs right out your earlobes You asked for it, nigga, so here it goes You want that hard shit? This that hard shit To make you get the black mask out, go rob shit If you wanna fight, this the shit you could squab with If you rollin' deep, this the shit you could mob with You want that hard shit? This that hard shit To make you get the black mask out, go rob shit If you wanna fight, this the shit you could squab with If you rollin' deep, this the shit you could mob with You want that hard shit? Your jewels gettin' views like it's YouTube Hollow tips connectin' like Bluetooth Took your big man out, Bruce Bruce Didn't use the four pound, I used my deuce deuce Top shotta, not the type that you used to Cool, straight G with the rap, homie, Juice Crew Your girl dem hollered, I had to silence her It was a cookout, your lookout got took out with the silencer Brrap brrap, got 'em singin' like Dave Hollister "You was such a nice guy, why you so violent, bruh?" This type of crime, I do it every day On God, stay hard, I guess I'm stuck in my ways Catch me lurkin' in the Costco, drugs in my nostrils Steal a bunch of shit and disappear before the cops show I be in the bushes in your yard with a crossbow I could tell you what I'm doin' but I better not though Ain't fuckin' with no lean and I'm skippin' on the Xannies My shit's about as clean as sniffin' on some panties Most my shit's gross, just smoke a quick dose Hit folks with slit throats, then I'm ghost, the shit's jokes The bigger they talk, the quicker they fall Got your girl lickin' my balls, we sicker than y'all Built the foundation, put another brick in the wall Fuck the beat with no protection, Ripper hittin' it raw You want that hard shit? This that hard shit To make you get the black mask out, go rob shit If you wanna fight, this the shit you could squab with If you rollin' deep, this the shit you could mob with You want that hard shit? This that hard shit To make you get the black mask out, go rob shit If you wanna fight, this the shit you could squab with If you rollin' deep, this the shit you could mob with You want that hard shit? Hard Hard shit you hardly hear That's that hard shit You want the hard shit? Let me connect you You want that hard Marvelous hard shit You want that Hard shit We got the hard shit regardless You want that hard shit?