Lyrics
Yeah nigga, Alpha, Omega
MJ motherfucking G
Two OG's on one track
You know this shit 'bout to get ugly right?
All the real goons stand the fuck up
All the niggas that really bust they guns
This your motherfucking anthem
Tell 'em G
You don't want no trouble I'm a 4-4 carrier
Come through dumping out making boys scarier
Run to your area
Go and get your front line
Promise you this is only gonna take me one time
I ain't never been a bully mostly I was cool with 'em
Real recognize real I know how to fool with 'em
Pimp type MJ I can bring them hoes in
Leave boys frozen mouth wide open
22 Inches under my feet
Nigga she living with me even though she came with ya
If you wanna see a portrait of a rap motherfucker
Here I am take a picture
Go put me on the cover standing next to Danny Glover
Getting drunk with Mel Gibson
Bitch this lethal weapon ride tell me who the hell tripping
Cause we buck round here
We wild round here
And we known to leave boys in a pile round here
This that gangsta, gangsta hardcore street shit
Deep shit do whatever you gotta to eat
It's hard out here, it's hard out here
We eat your heart out here so get some hard out here
This that gangsta, gangsta hardcore street shit
Deep shit do whatever you gotta to eat
It's hard out here, it's hard out here
We eat your heart out here so get some hard out here
I'm a gorilla for reala, cold cap peela
I rob the robbers and kidnap killas
What you do with 'em?
Duck tape they ass put 'em in the trunk
Take 'em to the woods hit 'em with the pump
Hit 'em in the back hit 'em in the front
Told ya I'd give a nigga what he really want
I see 'em riding by they trying to beat the scene
I got that P90 lime green red beams
It's kill or be killed nigga where I'm from
I'm a west side OG I ain't gone run
Niggas know I'm a cannon I bust my gun
So you better come right when you come
Cause if you half step you getting your ass dealt with
Light your head like a candle watch your brains melt quick
Y'all niggas don't want no anna
With the Tennessee boys and the goons from Atlanta
And my Philly niggas with clips like bananas
St. Lou, Mississippi, Florida, Alabama
And you know I can't forget Chi-town and Louisiana
KC, Detroit, Texas, and Carolina
I'm trying to warn you when you get to A-town
Pump your brakes a lil bit homey and slow down
This that gangsta, gangsta hardcore street shit
Deep shit do whatever you gotta to eat
It's hard out here, it's hard out here
We eat your heart out here so get some hard out here
This that gangsta, gangsta hardcore street shit
Deep shit do whatever you gotta to eat
It's hard out here, it's hard out here
We eat your heart out here so get some hard out here
Don't stop nigga keep pushing
G called me while I was in the kitchen cooking
I had to stop and drop something for you pussies
Who think money roll out here without a cushion
I lick big y'all don't think it's just a rap
I finally took some time to rap I can't leave out without a scrap
Fifty stacks make my Coogi look like Hammer pants
Test me I turn this bitch to Baby Pakistan
I'm the realest nigga spitting shit without a dance
Caught thirteen I ain't get no second or third chance
And still'll pull that thing if a nigga hurting
AR-15 lift you off the earth's surface
And I'm hood like Pinky
I got three bad hoes and all of 'em kinky
You think that I ain't ride with that thing then keep thinking
I have that Mac-11 spitting out that stinking Lincoln
I'm gangsta
This that gangsta, gangsta hardcore street shit
Deep shit do whatever you gotta to eat
It's hard out here, it's hard out here
We eat your heart out here so get some hard out here
This that gangsta, gangsta hardcore street shit
Deep shit do whatever you gotta to eat
It's hard out here, it's hard out here
We eat your heart out here so get some hard out here