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That you see on TV and what is called a gangsta

Hah, hah, hah, you really think you could be
Just with the hat on your head and a fist like an O.G.
that you get your homies and watch your motherfuckin' game fall
I only like my shit hardcore
(Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga)
I only like
Street Wars
The hardcore Ambassador in a black four door Akaror, I attach yours
The Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion
Heads I be sappin' like
So why you wanna be so quiet?
Did the angels get to you too?
You know we always misunderstand them.
We always do.
Now I just wanna be by your
by none
The others act in fact ya just wack I kill
because its fun my son and Run heads the bill!

Who's house?
Run's house!

Who's house?
Sermon now want some and I'll flip
I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like brooklyn
Mess wit me and get your manhood tooken

Hardcore to make
to be the best
Jack Frost sniffin at your nose, get your Suddafed
Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head
Off track like ODB, I'm too
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
The old fat robin sticks his beak into the ground 
With the brain the size of an eraser 
Kitty runs by causes the robin, she does floppin' 
the Hill create
I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy
Now I'm fucking with your head, and you realize that it's tricky
Got you paranoid,
your friend, be	-movie stories never end
Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum
Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your
get big!

Stop the chorus back to your Bentley
Your wife is gone, she's with me
On a first class flight in the Bahamas, grab your bags quickly
of your peers
And losing some of your self
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac in the brainiac
Don't know how
gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head
the room
There's a chair and in the chair is you

There are no more potato chips left
In the empty bag in your hand
And the crumpling sound of the empty
I’ll practice all night long 
I’ve packed my bags, i’ve traveled too far 
To ever go back home"

There once was a boy by the name of davey rockit
your life

Don't take me for no sunbeam
Don't take me for a sunbeam
Sunbeam, sunbeam

I'm a crumb begging bag head, baby yeah
A crumb begging bag head
Now this is what I'm talking about baby 

[Repeat: x2]
And this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads
Get a bag of dope
Now this is what I'm talking about baby 

[Repeat 2X]
And this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads
Get a bag of dope
powered, what's the discrepancy coward?
Dunk on your head, like Juan Howard

[Chorus: x2]
ass hardcore, make that shit red raw
blow the disco, slam your head sore
watch the sure cure beat the prevention
if you want more seek professional
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
That you're screamin,
Man, man look up at the sky
All the stars man the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at 'em

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar
screwed up
I know my Texas niggas got my back and that’s for sure though
Sipping on [?] like it's tangarang lean
Never gonna do this, fuck your life
I know