Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hardcore, artist - Ice T. Album song 7th Deadly Sin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hardcore |
| It’s all about that hardcore mind |
| Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house |
| We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this… |
| (Radzay) |
| A hard hit makes a soft ass, that’s what they told me huh! |
| I’m totally gone, I’m in another zone nigga put me on this |
| We layin' stick, my lyrics is heat |
| Havin' visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep — nigga peep |
| I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag |
| I got a Nine nigga get me mad |
| And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' |
| I’m cats and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper |
| I’m on a mission drippin'-a-fog |
| An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased |
| Some of police are brutal hog, I’m actor-baitin' |
| No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places |
| Fuck a case — ain’t leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip |
| I’m aimin' a — automatic find a bitch I’m hangin' up |
| Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother |
| Flat packs will end as brothers — the bloody covers |
| Bloody gloves like Yo-J, AK’s my brainwaves |
| I’ll strung a nigga all day to my dear play you won’t be comin' back |
| I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop |
| My bloody mask revealin' Jason it’s non-stop |
| The cemetary is what you facin' |
| My steel shot is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call |
| Recommend that you get your homies and watch your motherfuckin' game fall |
| I only like my shit hardcore |
| (Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga) |
| I only like my shit hardcore |
| I only like my shit hardcore |
| I only like my shit hardcore |
| (Ice-T) |
| Prepare for the night that you never wanted |
| These streets is taunted, blacked out impala with the big rims on it |
| Hit’cha corner with the lights out, bitch it’s on |
| Duck down wit’cha kids, you know what you did |
| Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet |
| It’s gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray |
| That’s neither here nor there, just beware |
| Cause when I bust off my gat flings like a roll flair |
| You now listenin' to — the most hated and most loved at the same time cuz |
| Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T |
| Most’cha bitch niggas can’t fuck with me |
| Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see through |
| Like you’re rollin' in a phat V-12 |
| Bulllshit — pull quick and have your shit cocked or dropped |
| Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don’t stop |
| It’s motherfuckin' game to rap about, shits' for real |
| Double action, ain’t gotta cock back no more |
| Got you bitch-ass niggas sweatin' like Taibo |
| Rather lookin', in my face, I’m just checkin' my flow |
| So, I advise you to keep it in the studio |
| Your attittude, you don’t wanna meet me dude |
| My crews' like a fuckin' wild bunch of escaped beasts |
| Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G’s |
| All the war — get you battle gear, black fatigues |
| You talk shit, your crews' catch a casualty, uh! |
| I only like my shit hardcore |
| (Ice-T nigga, what?) |
| I only like my shit hardcore |
| I only like my shit hardcore |
| I only like my shit hardcore |
| (Bazaro) |
| Aiyyo my style be official, I bust like a pistol |
| Criminal — the issue, mad shit the nigga been through |
| Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen |
| Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts |
| The representative — GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion |
| Yo I be splashin' Street Wars |
| The hardcore Ambassador in a black four door Akaror, I attach yours |
| The Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion |
| Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin' |
| Fightin' women, cut throat and tree smokin' |
| Violatin', infiltratin', blunt bakin' |
| Block regulatin', the cake, bake, a brick flippin' |
| Green expedition thicker to body stickin' |
| Bazaro, yo I got the hardcore flow |
| I drop to put a rock from the Bronx y’all know |
| I only like my shit hardcore |
| (Bazaro, Boogie down Bronx baby) |
| I only like my shit hardcore |
| (Grip) |
| On the mic, Grip be flexin' |
| Who’s next to wreck when I mic check, mic check |
| I’m checkin' any verbal an' steppin' |
| What the fuck nigga duck you ain’t fuckin' with this |
| Get touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch |
| With the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this |
| Who’s next on my hitlist when I rip this |
| Lyrically I’m material, the Rap War General |
| Droppin' hoes quicker than a syllable, yeah you killable |
| Your style, unfillable, wishin' my shit was stillable |
| I eel for the fuck of it, queen you know I’m lovin' it |
| Dick, never suckin' it unless I see a buck in it |
| You need the whip, cluck it kid, I’m furious |
| Leavin' your crew delirious so you don’t take it serious |
| I’m guessin' you was serious about the West, none test |
| I got the rep for my niggas on the shaw |
| Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out |
| As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out |
| Spray 'em out, lay 'em out |
| Ain’t no surprise, come see me with four eyes |
| Young Grip I’m a prize, prepare for you demise |
| Recognize I put a hole in the local aforenor |
| Nigga this is Coroner |
| (Ice-T) |
| Gripsta, Oakland, California |
| I only like my shit hardcore… |