Hard sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
Ayo turning up flame my n*ggas cooking crack
Where Brooklyn at black mask where crooklyn at
What u looking at got u n*ggas shook in fact
The big chains looking fat my n*ggas booking that
We taking it back to gutter where we taking rap
Got these motherf*cker shaking in they boots we breaking backs
We breaking packs down the eights surround your place
For a pound of base drown your face you get found in lakes
The rap capitol murder bust a cap and it's murder
Thru the window black cat like burglar
n*ggas go upside your head wit the back on the burner
It's redrum for n*ggas its backward is murder

[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz]
They said Sticky we want you to take a drug tеst
I said OK what kind of drugs you want me to test
I said OK what kind of crimes you want mе confess
I said OK well where the guns and give me the vest
It's me of course you know I got the icky icky
These n*ggas selling becky bet these n*ggas got the blicky
These bast*rds tried to blast me but the shrapnel didn't hit me
I'm always with the ratchet nasty b*tch I keep it with me
We thugs ya'll n*ggas weirdos
You in the club n*gga why would you wear those
I'll rip them diamond studs right out your earlobes
You asked for it n*gga so here it goes
[Chorus: Fredro Starr, Sticky Fingaz]
You want that hard sh*t, this that hard sh*t
To make you get black out mask out go rob sh*t
If you wanna fight this the sh*t you could spar wit
If you rolling deep this the sh*t you could mobb wit
You want that hard sh*t, this that hard sh*t
To make you get black out mask out go rob sh*t
If you wanna fight this the sh*t you could spar wit
If you rolling deep this the sh*t you could mobb wit

[Verse 3: SickFlo]
Your Jewels getting views like it's YouTube
Hollow tips connecting like my Bluetooth
Took your big man out Bruce Bruce
Didn't use the four pound I used the deuce deuce
Top shotta not the type that ya used to
Kool straight G wit the Rap homie juice crew
Ya gal dem hollered I had to silenced her
It was a cook out, ya look out
Got took out wit the silencer
*Pernt pernt*
Got em singing like Dave hollister
You were such a nice guy
Why you so violent bruh?
This type of crime I do it everyday
On God stay hard, I guess I'm stuck in my ways
[Verse 4: Snak The Ripper]
Catch me lurkin in the Costco, drugs in my nostril
Steal a bunch of sh*t and disappear before the cops show
I be in the bushes in your yard with a crossbow
I could tell you what I'm doing but I better not though
Ain't f*ckin with no lean and I'm skipping on the xannies
My sh*ts about as clean as sniffing on some panties
Most my sh*ts gross, just smoke a quick dose
Hit folks with slit throats, then I'm ghost the sh*ts jokes
The bigger they talk and the quicker they fall
Got ya girl licking my balls, we sicker than y'all
Built the foundation, put another brick in the wall
f*ck the beat with no protection ripper hitting it raw

[Chorus: Fredro Starr, Sticky Fingaz]
You want that hard sh*t, this that hard sh*t
To make you get black out mask out go rob sh*t
If you wanna fight this the sh*t you could spar wit
If you rolling deep this the sh*t you could mobb wit
You want that hard sh*t, this that hard sh*t
To make you get black out mask out go rob sh*t
If you wanna fight this the sh*t you could spar wit
If you rolling deep this the sh*t you could mobb wit