| Before becoming a runaway slave, here’s a taste of
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| Mental slavery. |
| A backtrack…
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| («You don’t catch hell because you’re a Methodist or a Baptist
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| You don’t catch hell because you’re a Democrat or Republilcan
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| You don’t catch hell because you’re a Mason or an Elk
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| And you sure don’t catch hell because you’re an American
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| Because if you were an American you wouldn’t catch no hell
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| You catch hell because you’re a black man.»)
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| Check it, many try to come close
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| Rest in peace to the deceased and the rest are comatose
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| I’m not a joke and I go for broke
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| And while I’m laughing you’ll be gagging from the motherfucking gunsmoke
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| Walk the streets and I play for keeps
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| And while I entertain suckers stay six feet deep
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| It was good while it lasted
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| Broken bones and asses, tombstones and caskets
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| I got fleeced, I’m not strapped, I’m a get you back
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| Me saying «Mayday» with an AK, picture that
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| Getting my props while you’re propless
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| And if you try and escape, we’ll take grandma for hostage
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| I carry my joint
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| Hoping to smoke a sucker just to keep on point
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| When Dre’s team goes to extremes call up an M. D
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| Wetting a strip til my whole clip is empty
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| Oh-ops and tecs ready to wreck the site
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| Whoever’s next to step is knifed in broad daylight
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| Don’t try to run, you’ll get blocked off
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| I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off
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| If I get back I get out with the quickness
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| The D.A., the judge and the jury’s on my hitlist
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| Dressed in black with a hoodie and a low hat
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| (What you did?) Spoke to the witness, now the witness don’t know jack
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| The Giant and his crew are ill
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| We’re sick-ass convicts, we’re hard to kill
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| My boys from New York (Is hard to kill)
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| The brothers from Jersey (Is hard to kill)
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| I say out in Philly (Is hard to kill)
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| And the brothers in Boston (Is hard to kill)
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| To all my peeps in Cali (Is hard to kill)
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| Don’t forget about Atlanta (Is hard to kill)
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| To all my boys in Connecticut (Is hard to kill)
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| To my crew in Texas (Is hard to kill)
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| I’m around the way, 141st and 3rd
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| 40 bottles on the curb and my man got the bag of herb
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| Another brother tried to get ill
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| And try to take me out on my block, he forgot I was hard to kill
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| I ran for cover so the brother missed
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| He hit my man in the head, now Ed is dead, yo what is this?
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| I won’t stop until I see him rest
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| He got popped by the cops, too late for the EMS
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| Ain’t no chance for survival (Why's that?)
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| He tried to go head on, now he’s dead on arrival
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| Now you know I don’t play around
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| Cause the clown is face down and uptown is his burial ground
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| You want beef? |
| Well the more the merrier
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| And I’m a bury that man’s clan in the same area
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| My entourage is fully strapped
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| Turning your hard bodyguards to wussy, and pussy cats
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| You know how we do it
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| Putting the Glock to the test, go get your vest, I’m going right through it
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| He survived in intensive care
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| Did the impossible in the hospital (Knocked him off right there)
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| I’m an expert at disposal
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| You see, everyone goes, on foes I’m killing hoes too
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| Nobody takes the witness stand
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| Your ass is out, I’m cleaning niggas out like Spic 'n' Span
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| You want beef with a mastermind?
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| But it’s fine, pass the nine, now it’s disaster time
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| I love conflict and confrontation
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| Killing enemies worse than Kennedy’s assassination
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| But that’s not my style
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| I just got buckwild so I could prove I was versatile
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| Styles go on and on
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| A.G. is all about peace, speaking of peace, now I’m gone
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| To the brothers in D.C. (Is hard to kill)
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| And the brothers in VA (Is hard to kill)
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| Down in North Carolina (Is hard to kill)
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| How about the brothers in Maryland? |
| (Is hard to kill) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hard To Kill , by - Showbiz. Song from the album Runaway Slave, in the genre R&B