Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hardest, artist - AZ. Album song Undeniable, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quiet Money Direct
Song language: English
The Hardest |
Yeah, its the Ghost SP |
The G-O-D AZ |
XP, it’s the Ghost SP |
With the G-O-D AZ |
SP, it’s the Ghost SP |
With the G-O-D AZ |
Hardest yeah, hardest |
Yeah, it’s the hardest out |
I’ma die for my cause, take the martyr route |
Up North they talk about me when the yard is out |
Can’t come through the hood on the mountain bike when cars is out |
It’s the G-H-O-S-T, go in |
I’m the P-H-A-N-T-O-M (Phantom) |
Spit gems, blow him from his chin to his eyebrow |
Trying to watching Beatstreet and Wildstyle |
Get the feeling back |
Whatever happen to realer rap? |
Ask my man where the Tequila at |
I’m from a hood where they peel ya cap |
And you ain’t got a prize under |
Word to the hoodie that my eyes under |
Word to the hand that the gloves over |
It’s all hate when the love’s over |
Talk straight when a thug sober |
But keep it quiet just shush |
When you see me blowing kush on the push |
Trying to get large dough |
Ghost, Sosa and Large Pro |
Why you think I got on my cargos |
To put mad stacks in it |
I burn your house with the plaques in it |
And then I’m spraying the MAC in it |
Your DJ is wack, burn his house with the wax in it |
Never kick raps if you ain’t got facts in it |
But regardless whatever your bars is |
I don’t give a fuck 'cause I be the hardest, nigga |
I’m T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T, you don’t wanna see SP |
Everyday I wake up its like I’m liable to sin |
Smoke haze in Bible paper swallowing gin |
I’m G-H-O-S-T |
I can crack the ground and make the clouds come down |
Find me if you looking for trouble |
Send a hundred niggas, I’ma bust a thousand rounds |
The streets is mine |
The East just fine |
We drop jewels in our verbal, we reach the blind |
We Badu with the earth food |
Delete the swine, '92 |
How we merk you, it’s reaper time |
No riffing, death is near, the checks is cleared |
'Bout to charge niggas holes for they reckless stares |
'Bout to bar niggas flows 'cause they rep ain’t there |
They style is trash |
The more cash, the less I care |
I’m colder, real vulgar |
Kill Bill with the blue steel in the holster |
Come no closer, got the game in a choka, blunt smoker |
Pretty hair, cunt stroker, it’s Brooklyn baby |
Motherfuckers thought Bush was crazy, kill 'em all |
My marriage to the streets was annulled, I’m appalled |
From the era where the real niggas ball took cheddar |
Broads even look much better I put pleasure |
And stitch in every word |
I’m the sickest ever heard |
If you can’t get me richer I’ma kick you to the curb |
Picture getting served on a yacht with Hors d’oeuvres |
While the block still rock twenty G’s by the third |
That’s my word |
I’m T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T, y’all don’t wanna see AZ |
At any given minute nigga liable to flip |
You wanna pimp nigga find you a bitch I ain’t the one |
S-O-S, that’s me |
Got a hundred hungry goons that’ll kill for free |
And the same young nigga that’ll torch your face |
And suit up and come support at your wake |
(Hahaha) motherfucker |
Its the Ghost SP |
The G-O-D AZ |
XP, its the Ghost SP |
With the G-O-D AZ |
XP, with the G-O-D AZ |
Hardest, yeah, hardest |