| Hard, hard, hard
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| Some say that’s fair, fair, fair
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| Hard, hard, hard
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| But I believe that’s fair, fair, fair
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| It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard
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| Can’t you see that it’s fair, see that it’s fair
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| Hard, hard, hard
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| Gotta see that it’s fair, see that it’s fair
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| It’s hard, hard, hard
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| Yeah, too damn hard, too damn hard, too damn hard
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| But it’s fair, but it’s fair, it’s fair
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| It’s fair, it’s fair, it’s fair
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| But it’s fair, it’s fair
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| But it’s too damn hard, too damn hard
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| At the same time, it’s too damn fair, shit
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| It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard
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| They say that it’s fair, say that it’s fair, it’s fair
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| Some say that it’s fair, some say that it’s fair
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| It’s hard, it’s hard
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| Some say that it’s fair, it’s fair
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| Hard, hard, hard, shit
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| I be breakin' you in a hundred percent times ten
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| Bitches they comin' and goin' pass on like the wind
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| Now and then hoes come with that shit to get you took
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| Scopin' you out for some other niggas who just a crook
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| She off the hook, would you look at that ass, a million dollars
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| Printed on the imaginary tag around her collar
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| Guess she think she gotta bug in my drink, let me tell it
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| Fuckin' around with me everything’s about to fail ya
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| MJG pimp tight, don’t stop, kill the lights
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| Got pussy stacks so high to sky it’s outta sight
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| Keep it tight, nigga we comin' to get your ends
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| Same reason people be anxious to be ya friends
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| I be livin' in your lady’s closet for nine days
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| Took her school, hit it 77 different ways
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| Way I display, don’t give a fuck if whether ya care
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| If it’s hip or not, bitches hard but it’s fair
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| It’s alright cause what I don’t know I’ma learn
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| And what I ain’t got I’ma earn
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| And when it' my turn, I’ma bring it to you hard but it’s fair
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| Suck it up like it was part of the air
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| It’s alright
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| I’m stuck right in the middle of shit that won’t move
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| Lookin' to find space in the cracks and in the groove
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| My bitches ain’t work till they heels ran down
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| Wrote tricks off in the past and they still can now
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| From blah, lettin' em' loose now feel em' blah
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| A hundred and five pounds per round in ya eye
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| I’m divin' on the deals that’s real and makin' money
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| Shakin' loose the niggas and bitches who actin' funny
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| You coward ass niggas be swearin' you down with me
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| Soon as tables turn you lookin' to try to stick me
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| Swift and quickly, I’m tossin' you faggots up in a canyon
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| And scrapin' you up like fruit off the bottom just like some Dannon
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| Hell I’m handlin' what I’m supposed to be handlin' now what’s ya purpose
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| See real niggas come with the truth you can’t desert this
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| But I’ma wash this bitch up outta my hair
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| It may be hard nigga but that shit fair
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| Where the hoes at, now that I done got the bitches naked
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| Where they clothes at, look how they got out em' in a second
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| Why these niggas be cuffin' on a broad when she be freakin'
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| Shit you need to put some links in that chain so she can reach me
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| You been holdin' on that tramp ass slut for thirty days
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| Even though you know she crooked as hell, with dirty ways
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| I heard they say when you chat with her nigga the shit is fine
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| But when you try to do business with that nigga he cross the line
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| Listen nigga, it ain’t no future in doin' crime
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| If you ain’t some type of profit off the crime, see you blind
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| You ain’t tryin' to keep no air in ya bubble, ya got ya chest out
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| Superboy, lookin for trouble tryin' to test out
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| The closest motherfucker ain’t shit in common with you
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| Mad at everybody else cause you ain’t got shit to do
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| You know the truth so when you see me either speak or you stare
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| You might get frightened cause it’s hard but it’s fair |