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Hard to Kill

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R&B/Soul

Hard to Kill was released on January 1, 1992 by Island Records as a part of the album Runaway Slave

Song Details

AlbumRunaway Slave

Release DateJanuary 1, 1992

LabelIsland Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM93

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Showbiz & A.G.

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Showbiz & A.G.

Songwriter

Diamond D

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Showbiz & A.G.

Producer

Diamond D

Producer

Lyrics

Before becoming a runaway slave, here's

A taste of mental slavery, a backtrack

You don't catch hell because you're a Methodist or a Baptist

You don't catch hell because you're a Democrat or a Republican

You don't catch hell because you're a Mason or an Elk

And you sure don't catch hell because you're an American

Cause if you was an American you wouldn't catch no hell

You catch hell because you're a black man

Check it

Many tried to come close

Rest in peace to the deceased and the rest are comatose

I'm not a joke and I go for broke

And while I'm laughing you'll be

Gagging from the motherfucking gunsmoke

Walk the streets and I play for keeps

And while I entertain suckers remain six feet deep

It was good while it lasted

Broken bones in casters, tombstones and caskets

I got pleased, I'm not strapped, I'ma get you back

Me saying "Mayday" with an AK, picture that

Getting my props while you're propless

And when you try to escape we'll take grandma for hostage

I carry my joint

Hoping to smoke a sucker just to keep on point

When Dre's team go to extremes, call up an MD

Wetting the strip 'til my whole clip is empty

Ooh-wops and TECs to wreck the site

Whoever's next to step in the night or broad daylight

Don't try to run, you'll get blocked off

I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off

If I get bagged, I get out with the quickness (Why?)

The D.A., the judge, and the jury's on my hit list

Dressed in black with a hoodie and a low hat

Spoke to the witness, now the witness don't know jack

The Giant and his crew is ill (Who they are?)

With sick-ass convicts, we're hard to kill

My boys from New York (Is hard to kill)

The brothers from Jersey (Is hard to kill)

I said out in Philly (Is hard to kill)

And the brothers in Boston (Is hard to kill)

To all my peeps in Cali (Is hard to kill)

Don't forget about Atlanta (Is hard to kill)

To all my boys in Connecticut (Is hard to kill)

To my crew in Texas (Is hard to kill)

I'm around the way, 141st and 3rd

Forty bottles on the curb and my man got the bag of herb

Another brother tried to get ill

And take me out on my block, he forgot I was hard to kill

I ran for cover so the brother missed

He hit my man in the head, now Ed is dead, yo, what is this?

I won't stop until I see him rest

He got popped, here come the cops, too late for the EMS

Ain't no chance for survival (Why's that?)

He tried to go head-on, now he's dead on arrival

Now you know I don't play around

'Cause the clown is face down and uptown is his burial ground

You want beef? Well, the more the merrier

And I'ma bury that man's clan in the same area

My entourage is fully strapped

Turning your hard bodyguards into wussies

What they are?), they pussycats

You know how we do it (Do it)

Putting the Glock to the test, forget

Your vest, I'm going right through it

He survived in intensive care

Did the impossible in the hospital (Knocked him off right there)

I'm an expert at disposal

You see, everybody goes on foes, I'm killing hoes too

Nobody takes the witness stand (Why?)

Your ass is out, I'm cleaning **** out like Spic and Span

You want beef with a mastermind?

But it's fine, pass the nine, and now it's disaster time

I love conflict and confrontation

Killing enemies, word to Kennedy's assassination

But that's not my style

I just got buckwild, so I can move, I get versatile

Styles go on and on

A.G. is all about peace, speaking of peace, now I'm gone

To the brothers in D.C. (Is hard to kill)

And the brothers in VA (Is hard to kill)

Down in North Carolina (Is hard to kill)

How 'bout the brothers in Maryland? (Is hard to kill)

Written by: Diamond D, Showbiz & A.G.

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