2 Hard Mutha's (feat. MC Ren)

Yo, rip it up Yella Yo, we're two hard brothas Takin' out any fools that's suckas Can you believe this, if so, be frightened We're strong as hell, with the power of a titan Settin' a mark of destruction get it? So don't front, and say you ain't wit' it You wanna rumble wit' us you can't hang 'Cause we're something like a two man gang Actin' a fool is what we do best Just care about ourselves and say forget the rest So yo Eazy, bust it and shoot to kill And tell everybody what's the deal I look you dead in the eye then I spit Grab you by the head, and then I start to hit I don't give a Goddamn about feelings I'm just happy just as long as I'm killin' A 187s in progress I figure Just as long as I pull this trigger Automatic heavily, I start firin' And the kids on the block, I'm the one they're admirin' A bad mouth fool on the violent tip I catch you talkin' some mess, and I'mma bust your lip Now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft The police ain't nothin', cause I'm payin' 'em off I move slow, always ready to go, and that's a fact And girls on my tip, they could all get back I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit When I'm not allowed to tear up s—t I'm a hard Two hard Two hard Two hard Now look at me I'm a villain Always got somethin' to do with a killin' Ren is a fool that's down to scrap Wit' NWA and always down to jack I'm ready to scrap, that's if you're ready to go I'll take you out goin' toe to toe E will start a conversion and hit you from the back While you gettin' terrorized by a ruthless jack Critical condition is what you recieve Thinkin' of some back up to go on retrieve But Eazy tell 'em what would happen my man They would get dogged out by a ruthless clan So you see, we don't really care right So you and your boys can get the hell out my site I'm on tilt wit' class, gettin' ready to blast 'Cause I'm a hard mutha Two hard Two hard Two hard Two hard Eazy and Ren is tearin' it up again Schemin' up a plot, before we begin Because suckas like to stare like some punks sometimes They say how can them fools have some hell of a rhymes It's simple tell 'em what we mean When the two baddest brothas step on the scene Now this is crazy, yo what are you sayin' You stupid dumb punks, they think I'm playin' Talkin' all kinds a' head, but I'm crackin' it up I can afford to laugh 'cause I'm backin' it up I'm not a busta, I'm more like a hitman So if you don't wanna throw then you can get down You don't like the f—k away from me So you can stop the junk, tryin' to juice the E You heard what he said, and it's the truth so what's up So if you want me to go, well I'm about to nut up The two baddest street fools alive So I don't think that you and your boys can survive You gotta girl, well if she's good to go I bet me and E already dogged the hoe A train was in effect and your girl was rocked By a hell of a fool, that was hard to stop Yo, Ren let's jet, let's get the hell on out Because everybody knows what we're talkin' about We're two hard Two hard Two hard Two hard Like that Two hard Two hard Break it down again, come on Yella, break it down Can I get another roll One time Hit a little cymbal for me Break it down two times Let me get a funky roll right here The boy is good Alright on the three, on the two Ah yeah, here we go y'all Break it down on the one Here we go Let me get a funky roll right here Two times