He ain't hardcore!" But hardcore is far more than bats and gats It stems back to the roots of being true It's gonna get me Me, you just get you You What
the glass of your mind My rhyming will be the diamond that will cut through Lines say but you to do, you don't know what to Got wisdom like a tooth Incidentally
t know man (ay) let's see what I got in my cabinet [Immens] Hold on let me see what I got in my cabinet Somebody hit me with a little, baseline or groove
s busted Bust it out, chant chant Common Sense you know is running things Let's show you we know you run it down You ain't seeing us though we running things Yeah, you
be a bigger hit A bigger hit Polo you owe me one Nigga you owe me one That's right you owe me one I'm just bullshitting with you dawg Send me a
Polo you owe me one Nigga you owe me one That's right you owe me one I'm just bullshitting with you dawg Send me a case of Ciroc or some shit Lloyd what
me, I'll be right there When you're feeling down, no one's around You can call me and I'll be right there I know what you, you need from me If you dial
ain't hardcore!" But hardcore is far more than bats and gats It stems back to the roots of being true It's gonna get me me, you just get you you What
a kid at 300 XL And chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funk Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you third degrees cause
in your ear, bro To make you 'Fear Me Like Cape' without Robert DeNiro You big pussy, so funky that you have to douche me You can't hear me, then my record
and real Showin' skills all my homies can feel Smile at you, see the name on my grill Cut the track up let me show you the deal I be twisted with that
got enough niggaz To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me exert heat? Fuckit, let me network Ha-hah yo Reggie Noble Feel me, yo Busta Bus What
Me and E is solid like the Ice Capades And me and Heezy, frosty, project mo' wrapped up than Bugsy You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies If you compare me to your local grocery Then you
have some power to exploit Now maybe you could tell me who's the problem at this point Me or you homes, I hope you followin' this joint Stress free, people holla day Just another me
what's the deal, deal? On the street you got nothin' to say So when I see him I'ma get him, what, drill him, what Fill him fill him, what, what It's
a world premiere I know you're not trying to front girl come here I get up early in the morning work late at night So when you talk about me, you say
tell You keep rapping in my ear got me mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you Be smoking lotta blunts but I got more weed than you