So Hard (feat. Scarface)

Ahh shit, god damn, **** done fucked up

W.C. and Face done hooked up

From the West to the South, worldwide ****

Y'all know what I'm talkin' about

We gon' do it like this for all my gutter ****

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)

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' **** for all mine

Used to love to catch you **** 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 (Uh-oh)

Now with my Night Train it's X.O (X.O)

So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes (Byatch)

I know it's hard to see a **** make the bumper swang

But I convert the jack game to the rap game (Ching-ching), 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)

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 **** 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 WC 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 **** 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)

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 ****, shake ****, fake ****

Like weight, apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' ****

WC and Face **** on the trigger deliverin' blood clots

Buggin' these **** 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)

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 **** know

(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo' and I'm here to let you **** know)

I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow

And I'm here to let these **** know

(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'

And I'm here to let you **** know)

WC and Scarface, keepin' it ghetto, motherfucker