Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kill Too Hard , by - Inspectah Deck. Release date: 29.06.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kill Too Hard |
| They told me, what happened, alright |
| You’re still young, and things like that always happen |
| When you’ll learn, then you’ll know not to make those mistakes |
| Really? |
| These dudes don’t want it with Deck, no, my set glow |
| Hate it or you love it, but you gonna respect though |
| You ain’t got to know my name, check the blood, sweat &tears |
| For years, niggas know I bang |
| I’m a made nigga, caking what you call a boss |
| On my own two, never taking orders from ya’ll |
| What I spit, get the corners involved, it’s wreck on the yard |
| It’s House Gang, son, it’s more than hard |
| The life that’ll glamour and glitz, best believe |
| On the flip side, nigga, it’s them hammers and clips |
| Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip |
| Camouflage, with they hand on the grip |
| Ain’t nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due |
| No, your feets not big enough to fit in his shoe |
| I don’t rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole |
| On 'the wire', just not HBO |
| They under fire, edge around the way we know |
| They know they time up, guess that’s why they hate me so |
| But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go like |
| Montana, licking, sniffing crazy blow |
| Still I be Hard to Kill like Seagal |
| Warrior built, big shield and long sword |
| One Six Ooh’ing it, doing it, king size |
| Salutations, that’s respecting the king eyes |
| For those that follow my lead, attract to the light |
| At the same time, marvel the speed |
| I’m so dope, I can bottle it free |
| The most influential, modern day murderous he |
| Yo, deep in the bungalo, chopping the motherload |
| Carving my own path, taking another road |
| I need a son to soul, he brought the troops with him |
| It sounds presidential, I got the truth serum |
| Don’t want the booth near him, respect in the sabotage |
| I’m on the patio, stretched in my camouflage |
| And my grammar’s hard, the Wolverine skeleton |
| I be the yellow man, snatching on the other brand |
| But on the other hand, light up the darkness |
| I’m stir fried, nigga, yeah, I’m heartless |
| My apartment is a hole in the wall, nigga |
| Pass me the rock, stop holding the ball |
| I told you before, under worser conditions |
| Chessboxing, nigga, mic’s a dead body position |
| Aiyo, it’s time to make cash dinero |
| I’m going to the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero |
| Lie up in your bedroom, smash your bureu |
| We looking for the money, man, pass the Euro |
| Apartment to pesos, pass the yen |
| And, we don’t want to have to ask again |
| Cuz we ain’t gon' be laughing then |
| These three men, take on your whole staff and win |
| Look, labels stay messing with a cat’s future |
| And that weighs on me heavy like Rasputia |
| But I still keep spitting like a shortshop |
| I’mma be sitting at the table when the cork pop |
| You gon' be sitting at the table with a porkchop |
| Lacking on the beat like a short cop |
| It’s your boy Ace, BK’s own |
| All you ringtone rap dudes, please stay home, come on |