So Hard (feat. Scarface)

Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up W.C. and Face done hooked up From the West to the South, worldwide nigga Y'all know what I'm talkin' about We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz On the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high) I started off small-time Snatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine Used to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign Bomb on they ass from the blind side My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper A teenager, hollow-point slugger In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter Gots to get mo' money, mo' money Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny When I was broke bitches laughed Til' I met this bitch by the name of rap Now with my Night Train it's X.O. So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high) The real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many Bullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through Cause I was taught you up your shoot I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob? When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad) One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high) I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high) I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow And I'm here to let these niggaz know (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo' And I'm here to let you niggaz know) I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow And I'm here to let these niggaz know (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo' And I'm here to let you niggaz know)