| Lyrics: | [ Billy Danzenie ]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some
hardcore?
[ VERSE 1: Billy Danzenie ]
(Yeah, we like it raw in the streets)
For the
fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep
With your ifth on your hip, ready to flip
Whenever
you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick
You got skill, you best manage to chill
And do
yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill
With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll
cost ya
Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer'
I move with M.O.P.'s Last
Generation
Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation
I packs my gat, I gotta
stay strapped
I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind
Don't sleep, I get deep
when I creep
I see right now I got to show you it ain't nothin sweet
Go get your muthafuckin
hammer
And act like you want drama
I send a message to your mama
'Hello, do you know
your one son left?
I had license to kill and he had been marked for death
He's up the Hill
in the back of the building with two in the dome
I left him stiffer than a tombstone'
[
Li'l Fame ]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some
hardcore?
[ VERSE 2: Billy Danzenie ]
(Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto)
I
used to pack sling shots, but now I'm packin heavy metal
A rugged underground freestyler
Is
Li'l Fame, muthafucka, slap, Li'l Mallet
When I let off, it's a burning desire
Niggas
increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fire
For the cause I drop niggas like
drawers
Niggas'll hit the floors from the muthafuckin .44's
I'm talkin titles when it's
showtime
Fuck around, I have n |
