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  • Hard
    (Ryu)
    Uh hu
    Ryu
    Me and Takbir
    Demigodzilla
    J-Dilla

    Verse 1
    Yo
    It ain't (Hard)
    They tell now who the illest is
    J-Dilla ****** Styles in ya grill again
    That old killa ******t back to the gutter scum
    Number 1 rap record of the summer son!
    Feet stomp to the beat like war drums
    Chandelier shook and the freakin floor sunk
    The R-Y-U that should do it
    Shoot a missle at the moon and attach you to it
    Its too (Hard)
    Born for the weak and peacy
    I'm thinkin that the worlds gonna need some clean sheets
    ******ttin on you rappers I practice free speech
    Don't protect whales but I rap for Green Peace!

    Verse 2
    Its time to hop in to cruise to the new ******t
    Huh
    I'm bout as cool as me chewin a toothpick
    Soon as the sun sets I'm out with the whole clan
    Tearin the village down oh man!
    Folks don't understand
    When I'm holdin this part of this perfect unit
    To do it you recognize that we started this murder music
    I'm movin through all the rubbish and yes
    They know they love it at best
    Cuz I've been known to keep them clubbin the debt

    Chorus

    You ain't a (Star)
    So why you walk around actin like you (Hard)
    Ain't nobody got you bumpin in the (Car)
    You don't party with ya people at the (Bar)
    What is it?
    Wha wha what is it?
    You a (Star)

    Before you bring it boy you better think (Hard)
    Drop a hundred thou on a red and pink (Car)
    Get it free never blow money at the (Bar)
    What is it?
    What what what is it?

    Verse 3
    Huh?
    Aww I see you got ya heart broken
    Little sweetie posted up with both arms folded
    Clockin all my jewels and they don't know how we did it
    Marking every move smooth to my ****** fitted
    Ooh!
    Ya baby sitters gonna be a minute late
    Why?
    Cuz you ain't even old enough to innovate
    Skulls in ya grill got ya neighborhood fame
    But dang
    You ain't really known for ya skill

    Verse 4
    Ok!
    Think about it before you pop off
    Keep cool when you ****** with a Boss Hog
    Hot sauce ima bag this Poptart
    Seen em down the bloc tryin to flag a cop car
    Not to notice a bomb goes wowee
    Demigodz roll like Musab al-Zarqawi
    People know who control the Valley
    Roll tanks through the west bank home to Cali
    You ain't (Hard)
    Cuz ya whack clique was Ousted
    So sick I spit raps in hazmat outfits
    You ain't about ******t holmes admit it
    Cuz real hustlers don't talk they just go get it!
    Uh huh
    S.O.B.
    Ryu and Tak
    Uh

    Chorus

    Verse 5
    Follow me follow me closely
    I see you fellas were jealous so I crack a smirk and polish my trophy
    Shakin the ground
    I put my hands in the gravel
    Try takin me down so I can stand in ya shadow
    Naw
    You and ya buddy gonna see in an instant
    Dummy
    Without me it wouldn't be what it is then
    So recognize and zip ya lip jack push em aside
    What a surprise yea its so kick it

    Verse 6
    Yo
    You hear the baby whining it don't effect me ******it
    How dare you disrespect me kid
    I'm sick of the games
    Look at where you sit in the plane
    You could be chillin with a first class ticket to fame
    You ain't (Hard)
    Matter fact its easy
    Ima crack ya cd
    It sounds good cuz ya tracks are cheesy
    On the path to greatness
    Ya raps are basic
    Think about it when you fillin out that application

    Chorus
  • Hard
    (Ryu)
    Uh hu
    Ryu
    Me and Takbir
    Demigodzilla
    J-Dilla

    Verse 1
    Yo
    It ain't (Hard)
    They tell now who the illest is
    J-Dilla ****** Styles in ya grill again
    That old killa ******t back to the gutter scum
    Number 1 rap record of the summer son!
    Feet stomp to the beat like war drums
    Chandelier shook and the freakin floor sunk
    The R-Y-U that should do it
    Shoot a missle at the moon and attach you to it
    Its too (Hard)
    Born for the weak and peacy
    I'm thinkin that the worlds gonna need some clean sheets
    ******ttin on you rappers I practice free speech
    Don't protect whales but I rap for Green Peace!

    Verse 2
    Its time to hop in to cruise to the new ******t
    Huh
    I'm bout as cool as me chewin a toothpick
    Soon as the sun sets I'm out with the whole clan
    Tearin the village down oh man!
    Folks don't understand
    When I'm holdin this part of this perfect unit
    To do it you recognize that we started this murder music
    I'm movin through all the rubbish and yes
    They know they love it at best
    Cuz I've been known to keep them clubbin the debt

    Chorus

    You ain't a (Star)
    So why you walk around actin like you (Hard)
    Ain't nobody got you bumpin in the (Car)
    You don't party with ya people at the (Bar)
    What is it?
    Wha wha what is it?
    You a (Star)

    Before you bring it boy you better think (Hard)
    Drop a hundred thou on a red and pink (Car)
    Get it free never blow money at the (Bar)
    What is it?
    What what what is it?

    Verse 3
    Huh?
    Aww I see you got ya heart broken
    Little sweetie posted up with both arms folded
    Clockin all my jewels and they don't know how we did it
    Marking every move smooth to my ****** fitted
    Ooh!
    Ya baby sitters gonna be a minute late
    Why?
    Cuz you ain't even old enough to innovate
    Skulls in ya grill got ya neighborhood fame
    But dang
    You ain't really known for ya skill

    Verse 4
    Ok!
    Think about it before you pop off
    Keep cool when you ****** with a Boss Hog
    Hot sauce ima bag this Poptart
    Seen em down the bloc tryin to flag a cop car
    Not to notice a bomb goes wowee
    Demigodz roll like Musab al-Zarqawi
    People know who control the Valley
    Roll tanks through the west bank home to Cali
    You ain't (Hard)
    Cuz ya whack clique was Ousted
    So sick I spit raps in hazmat outfits
    You ain't about ******t holmes admit it
    Cuz real hustlers don't talk they just go get it!
    Uh huh
    S.O.B.
    Ryu and Tak
    Uh

    Chorus

    Verse 5
    Follow me follow me closely
    I see you fellas were jealous so I crack a smirk and polish my trophy
    Shakin the ground
    I put my hands in the gravel
    Try takin me down so I can stand in ya shadow
    Naw
    You and ya buddy gonna see in an instant
    Dummy
    Without me it wouldn't be what it is then
    So recognize and zip ya lip jack push em aside
    What a surprise yea its so kick it

    Verse 6
    Yo
    You hear the baby whining it don't effect me ******it
    How dare you disrespect me kid
    I'm sick of the games
    Look at where you sit in the plane
    You could be chillin with a first class ticket to fame
    You ain't (Hard)
    Matter fact its easy
    Ima crack ya cd
    It sounds good cuz ya tracks are cheesy
    On the path to greatness
    Ya raps are basic
    Think about it when you fillin out that application

    Chorus