It's So Hard (feat. Donell Jones)

You can catch me in the cherry red one fifty

Got the grizzy locked in the stizzy

Pop the clizzy goin' sixty down a one wizzy

Drunk pissy tryin' to cruise through the avenue

While my people's is poppin' bottles up in Sue's rendezvous

Fuck that, spun a U-ey, lost a hubcap

It's back to the shack came back and now, what's that?

Straight from Paris, checkin' Gaby's new baby carriage

Perry Ellis, Auburn cherry reddish

Fresh out the dealer, copped a Tek for the squealers

Wear a vest for the killers nothin' less cause it's realer

In the Big Apple where it's quick to get your shit tackled

Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you

Trust no one, uh-uh, got beef bust your gun

You don't need no one nope talkin' 'bout that you owe 'em

I'ma go for dolo, scarface without Manolo

One deep, papi solo, bustin' heat throwin' bolo's, it's hard

It's hard work, baby (And it's so hard, yeah)

I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryna live, I ain't going nowhere

(**** wanna be like Pun, but they don't bust they guns)

(And it's so hard) That's my wife, I paid for them titties

Get your own, your own, you heard?

(**** wanna fuck my wife, **** wanna take my life)

(But it's so hard)

Rollin' with the squad we be like Gods

Catch us at the bar, the bar, the bars

Flip bars in Miami, almost came home with the Grammy

Next year bringing home three for the family

Watch me, you can catch it live on Hitachi

Poppin' shit like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase, fuck that, Liberace

Fo' X Versace, somebody stop me

Never that, skee-you, where my **** at?

Uptown, uptown, you know you feelin' that

Cash rule, hardcore you can dance to

That old Biggie give me (One more chance)

Take a glance then I'm off with yours

With both hands take off my drawers

And jerk me like the Source Awards

I love hip hop I ain't even probably the best lyricist alive

Terror Squad, **** stop sleepin' (Oh, yeah)

What you say your name was again?

And I know you from where?

Elementary school?

(**** wanna be like Pun but they don't bust they guns)

I don't know you man

(And it's so hard)

Money, not you again

Go that way, loser

(**** wanna fuck my wife, **** wanna take my life)

(But it's so hard)

(Yeah, cause you ain't fuckin' my wife, takin' my life)

(And if you just hatin' just walk on by)

(All you haters just walk on by)