Lyrics Hard - Styles of Beyond

Hard

Uh huh
Ryu
Takbir
Demigodzilla
J-Dilla
Yo
It ain’t (Hard)
They tell now who the illest is
J-Dilla bitch Styles in ya grill again
That old killa shit back to the gutter scum
Number 1 rap record of the summer son!
Feet stomp to the beat like war drums
Chandelier shook and the freakin' floor sunk
The R-Y-U that should do it
Shoot a missile at the moon and attach you to it
It’s too (Hard)
Born for the weak and PC
I’m thinkin' that the worlds gonna need some clean sheets
Shittin' on you rappers I practice free speech
Don’t protect whales but I rap for Green Peace!
It’s time to hop in to cruise to the new shit
Huh
I’m bout as cool as me chewin a toothpick
Soon as the sun sets I’m out with the whole clan
Tearin the village down oh man!
Folks don’t understand
When I’m holdin' this part of this perfect unit
To do it you recognize that we started this murder music
I’m movin through all the rubbish and yes
They know they love it at best
Cuz I’ve been known to keep them clubbin the debt
You ain’t a (Star)
So why you walk around actin like you (Hard)
Ain’t nobody got you bumpin in the (Car)
You don’t party with ya people at the (Bar)
What is it?
Wha wha what is it?
You a (Star)
Before you bring it boy you better think (Hard)
Drop a hundred thou on a red and pink (Car)
Get it free never blow money at the (Bar)
What is it?
What what what is it?
Huh?
Aww I see you got ya heart broken
Little sweetie posted up with both arms folded
Clockin all my jewels and they don’t know how we did it
Marking every move smooth to my MLB fitted
Ooh!
Ya baby sitters gonna be a minute late
Why?
Cuz you ain’t even old enough to innovate
Skulls in ya grill got ya neighborhood fame
But dang
You ain’t really known for ya skill
Ok!
Think about it before you pop off
Keep cool when you fuckin with a Boss Hog
Hot sauce ima bag this Poptart
Seen em down the block tryin to flag a cop car
Not to notice a bomb goes wowee
Demigodz roll like Musab al-Zarqawi
People know who control the Cali
Roll tanks through the west bank home to Valley
You ain’t (Hard)
Cuz ya whack clique was Ousted
So sick I spit raps in hazmat outfits
You ain’t about shit holmes admit it
Cuz real hustlers don’t talk they just go get it!
Uh huh
Ryu and Tak
Uh
You ain’t a (Star)
So why you walk around actin like you (Hard)
Ain’t nobody got you bumpin in the (Car)
You don’t party with ya people at the (Bar)
What is it?
Wha wha what is it?
You a (Star)
Before you bring it boy you better think (Hard)
Drop a hundred thou on a red and pink (Car)
Get it free never blow money at the (Bar)
What is it?
What what what is it?
Follow me follow me closely
I see you fellas were jealous so I crack a smirk and polish my trophy
Shakin the ground
I put my hands in the gravel
Try takin me down so I can stand in ya shadow
Naw
You and ya buddy gonna see in an instant
Dummy
Without me it wouldn’t be what it is then
So recognize and zip ya lip jack push em aside
What a surprise yea it’s me so kick it
Yo
I hear the baby whining it don’t effect me, shit
How dare you disrespect me kid
I’m sick of the games
Look at where you sit in the plane
You could be chillin' with a first class ticket to fame
It ain’t (Hard)
Matter fact it’s easy
I’mma crack your cd
It sounds good cause ya tracks are cheesy
On the path to greatness
Ya raps are basic
Think about it when you fillin' out that application
It ain’t (hard)