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Hardcore
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Hardcore Rap
Hardcore wurde am 1. Januar 2017 von J.O.B. Music als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtSiccmade Rituals
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Veröffentlichungsdatum1. Januar 2017
LabelJ.O.B. Music
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM91

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CoS
CoS
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CoS
CoS
Songwriter

Songtexte

Homie, it's never gon' be
****, welcome to my world, ha
It's better down here
Hardcore, hardcore, hardcore, hardcore
For real, check game, yo, look
Reject ****, get no respect **** (What?)
I eject **** out the game for the skrilla (Huh?)
I peel a **** cap back, these busters ain't hard (Fuck)
Soon as they sit behind the bars and half of these busters turn broad
They like to talk too much (Snitch)
Tellin' the next man business for benefits
Because they are too tough, I like to push that hard stuff
With the cellophane wrap, forgot to keep my guard up
A couple times I got jacked, but bounced back like a handball
And now I really can't stand y'all
Motherfuckers that couldn't wait to see your man fall
But now I'm on some jam y'all **** up with the pistol shit
Hit you like a cannonball, knock you up out your kicks and shit
I spit that shit that thugs feel, I'm used to drug deals
Too much blood spill, sleepin' on rugs with chills
Mean mugs on grills, that's how we look at life
We juke in broad daylight, then we juke again at night
The gin got me nice, I ain't never had no ice
Just tryin' to have a little somethin', God, let me shake the dice
I know the pot's hot and I don't wanna have to
Resort to lettin' Glocks pop and put **** in caskets
****, I'm hardcore, like -click click- through your car door
I pull it back and leave your brains on the hard floor
And I served more than most of y'all in my time
And I can still put the MAC on your broad and make her mine
And for that, these **** hate me, they don't wanna see me shine
I'm the motherfucker lately sick made gangsta on mine
I wish a **** would face me, I'ma blow 'em like lime
Wherever the fuck we at gon' be the perfect place and the time
****, I'm hardcore
That's why I keep the metal on me
It's never gon' be peace in our town
So we unleash hard rounds at all of y'all clowns
With hard frowns, mean muggers get they face structure
Separated (Hard head) like Ice Cube and Chris Tucker
On Friday, you might catch me pervin' through Friday
Catch me swervin' through Friday, catch me servin' through Friday
I put drugs in suburban spots
And I put slugs in suburban tops
If **** think I'm games, I knock brains out the side of heads
And I stash thangs on the side of beds
Too many claim they like me dead
And I don't wanna have to strike for Feds
But bitch **** talk too much and stay
Jealous, that's how they wind up dead
And nine times out of ten, these bitches lyin' in bed
That's why I play the tell now, and don't supply the bread
I get scratch, get back, check the back, so
Somewhere between junior to high school, took that road
I'm hardcore, like -click click- through your car door
I pull it back and leave your brains on the hard floor
And I served more than most of y'all in my time
And I can still put the MAC on your broad and make her mine
And for that, these **** hate me, they don't wanna see me shine
I'm the motherfucker lately sick made gangsta on mine
I wish a **** would face me, I'ma blow 'em like lime
Wherever the fuck we at gon' be the perfect place and the time
****, I'm hardcore
You face the crime, you face the time, that's how it's supposed to be
But some **** rattin', playin' the game just like a ho to me
Guess that's how they wanna be, soldiers be
Ever since I was a little G, I learned to listen to my older peeps
That's the reason now I think I know the streets
I can chop a brick down, spit rounds and own the streets
Seems like nowadays everybody know it's me
But back in my child days, ain't nobody notice, see
I bag 'em like a grocery for tryin' to get on my good side now
Playin' middle man for little man, see my hood side now
I ain't had a good night, damn, sleepin' in the bed for years
Too many nightmares 'bout **** shootin' at me
And dead peers got me sheddin' more slugs than tears
To let these **** know I'm here
Shootin' through they car door, ****, I'm hardcore
So what you motherfuckers actin' hard for?
Y'all busters, I'll box you up like cardboard
I'm that motherfucker
****, I'm hardcore, like -click click- through your car door
I pull it back and leave your brains on the hard floor
And I served more than most of y'all in my time
And I can still put the MAC on your broad and make her mine
And for that, these **** hate me, they don't wanna see me shine
I'm the motherfucker lately sick made gangsta on mine
I wish a **** would face me, I'ma blow 'em like lime
Wherever the fuck we at gon' be the perfect place and the time
****, I'm hardcore
-Click click- through your car door
I pull it back and leave your brains on the hard floor
And I served more than most of y'all in my time
And I can still put the MAC on your broad and make her mine
And for that, these **** hate me, they don't wanna see me shine
I'm the motherfucker lately sick made gangsta on mine
I wish a **** would face me, I'ma blow 'em like lime
Wherever the fuck we at gon' be the perfect place and the time
****, I'm hardcore
Written by: CoS
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