| Lyrics: | [DJ Premier scratches hook]
(Hardcore...real ill niggas)
(I'm internationally
known)
(When I be on the mic)
(Hardcore...real ill niggas)
(I'm internationally
known, yo)
(Hardcore...real ill niggas)
(I'm internationally known)
(When I be on
the mic)
(Hardcore...real ill niggas)
(So all hail the honorable)
It's to my
real ill niggas, heavyweight hitters
Dough getters, fifty ways to make figures
My niggas,
that come on the spot to feel sisters
Like they hear real spitters and kids on the
zigga-ziggas
When it's ugly, then the club is lovely
Thugs be sipping Henessey and
bubbly
To my comrades that keep it flaming hot
On dangerous blocks, claiming spots
Where
the goal is to be one of the top-ranked soldiers
Forty-five holders, one of the high
rollers
Get respect in the hood, credit is good
Knock it down lumberjack style, baby, extra
wood
Rock it all night long, the bang-a-thon baby
Keep hanging on, we like it with the
lights on
Don't have to blow twenty thou' to get to know honey's style
Show her the town,
steal her heart, no money down
(Hook)
How about some hardcore, yeah we like it raw
for sure
Broads on the floor, wall to wall
There's more at the door, players ball to
score
'Cause this right here is for all of y'all
Rakim and Primo, yo I got what you need
bro
You go see a show, smoke an L, mean yo
And deejays play hits with hard bass
kicks
And then they display tricks like The Matrix
Make the record fly undetected by the
naked eye
So just feel the vibe 'cause your ears never lie
Nowadays deejays bags of tricks,
graphic
On some behind the back shit, catch it and scratch it
Classic, this kid got his |
