Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard But Fair, artist - MJG. Album song No More Glory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.11.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Suave House
Song language: English
Hard But Fair |
Hard, hard, hard |
Some say that’s fair, fair, fair |
Hard, hard, hard |
But I believe that’s fair, fair, fair |
It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard |
Can’t you see that it’s fair, see that it’s fair |
Hard, hard, hard |
Gotta see that it’s fair, see that it’s fair |
It’s hard, hard, hard |
Yeah, too damn hard, too damn hard, too damn hard |
But it’s fair, but it’s fair, it’s fair |
It’s fair, it’s fair, it’s fair |
But it’s fair, it’s fair |
But it’s too damn hard, too damn hard |
At the same time, it’s too damn fair, shit |
It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard |
They say that it’s fair, say that it’s fair, it’s fair |
Some say that it’s fair, some say that it’s fair |
It’s hard, it’s hard |
Some say that it’s fair, it’s fair |
Hard, hard, hard, shit |
I be breakin' you in a hundred percent times ten |
Bitches they comin' and goin' pass on like the wind |
Now and then hoes come with that shit to get you took |
Scopin' you out for some other niggas who just a crook |
She off the hook, would you look at that ass, a million dollars |
Printed on the imaginary tag around her collar |
Guess she think she gotta bug in my drink, let me tell it |
Fuckin' around with me everything’s about to fail ya |
MJG pimp tight, don’t stop, kill the lights |
Got pussy stacks so high to sky it’s outta sight |
Keep it tight, nigga we comin' to get your ends |
Same reason people be anxious to be ya friends |
I be livin' in your lady’s closet for nine days |
Took her school, hit it 77 different ways |
Way I display, don’t give a fuck if whether ya care |
If it’s hip or not, bitches hard but it’s fair |
It’s alright cause what I don’t know I’ma learn |
And what I ain’t got I’ma earn |
And when it' my turn, I’ma bring it to you hard but it’s fair |
Suck it up like it was part of the air |
It’s alright |
I’m stuck right in the middle of shit that won’t move |
Lookin' to find space in the cracks and in the groove |
My bitches ain’t work till they heels ran down |
Wrote tricks off in the past and they still can now |
From blah, lettin' em' loose now feel em' blah |
A hundred and five pounds per round in ya eye |
I’m divin' on the deals that’s real and makin' money |
Shakin' loose the niggas and bitches who actin' funny |
You coward ass niggas be swearin' you down with me |
Soon as tables turn you lookin' to try to stick me |
Swift and quickly, I’m tossin' you faggots up in a canyon |
And scrapin' you up like fruit off the bottom just like some Dannon |
Hell I’m handlin' what I’m supposed to be handlin' now what’s ya purpose |
See real niggas come with the truth you can’t desert this |
But I’ma wash this bitch up outta my hair |
It may be hard nigga but that shit fair |
Where the hoes at, now that I done got the bitches naked |
Where they clothes at, look how they got out em' in a second |
Why these niggas be cuffin' on a broad when she be freakin' |
Shit you need to put some links in that chain so she can reach me |
You been holdin' on that tramp ass slut for thirty days |
Even though you know she crooked as hell, with dirty ways |
I heard they say when you chat with her nigga the shit is fine |
But when you try to do business with that nigga he cross the line |
Listen nigga, it ain’t no future in doin' crime |
If you ain’t some type of profit off the crime, see you blind |
You ain’t tryin' to keep no air in ya bubble, ya got ya chest out |
Superboy, lookin for trouble tryin' to test out |
The closest motherfucker ain’t shit in common with you |
Mad at everybody else cause you ain’t got shit to do |
You know the truth so when you see me either speak or you stare |
You might get frightened cause it’s hard but it’s fair |