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Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking 
All containing
up
I don't be givin' a motherfuck, red dead bodies in this truck, time to get another truck
This is my last time, sicker than the ass virus
It's been
Keep that fuckin red bandana, Hulk Hogan
I'm cuttin up like scissors
Comin down hard like blizzards
I'm getting head while giving head that's a head
cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man

You know I live with the biggest hitters, crime committers
And bull shitters
Never had
baby til your G-strang break loose
I'm watchin now gone make them hoes hate you
She's a cover girl under bed cover fuck yo red brother
And yo black
Niggas lookin' hard in the club - now whassup bitch?
Whassup bitch?!! Pull your weapon if you got it
I'da shot it, plus you never live with rockets
and a pocket full of stones
Hit them cones, clips and crones
I don't play away games, I got hitters at home
I'm a don like six in the morn'
Me and Muhammad speak
Born in Louisiana in a town called Franklin
I was fully matured by the time I reached the age of ten
A mulatto girl is what they called me
And us
alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny
So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get grimy

Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard, what?
Hit 'em
the real deal but all that glitters is not gold
And yo, we got some real hard hitters up in Frisco
We got some real hard hitters in the East O
We got some
baby til your G-strang break loose
I'm watchin now gone make them hoes hate you
She's a cover girl under bed cover fuck yo red brother
And yo black
I put my heart in a red balloon
But I let it go to soon
Let it go on the boulevard
Where wicked winds blow so hard

Maybe had I looked up I
I put my heart in a red balloon
But I let it go to soon
Let it go on the boulevard
Where wicked winds blow so hard

Maybe had I looked up I
Shelter from the hard rain in the night
Shelter from the hard rain by your side
Very nearly perfect by your side
I take you in my arms now, hold you
shit on her
Rock Balmain 'cause I'm ballin'
I put red bottoms on red models
And no more red bottles
Straight Belarie nigga every bottles
Ricky Rozay we
Within, the dark holds hard
Red Sun rising
Curtain falling
Higher than hope my cure lies

Passion tide
An angel by my side

But no Christ to end
There she is a'workin' her yard
The flower lady and her assistant
Lilacs and poppies, blood-red flowers
A'workin' so hard till the day she dies
all by yourself
You hit the city, it swallow you whole
Why'got no friends darlin', t'satisfy your soul
And then the sidewalk ends, lights all red
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)

(*chanting*)

[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
the finish of the people but 
it ain't gone finish me 
you got them mo hitter quitters 
throwin with the main strain 
your next hitter quitter 
souding like
them ol' grey mules 

The farm grew to be a moneymaker 
And the house he lived in grew up room by room 
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
old gray mules

The farm grew to be a money maker
And the house he lived in
Grew up room by room
The boy worked hard
But soon got tired of farmin'
to me, don't listen to him
A body like that ain't hard to feed, cause girl I'll eat you up
All in a couple of seconds, girl I'll eat you up
It's when you
You got the jitters the hard hitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazing, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you
coming hard with it

[Chorus: x2]

All I wanna see is broads with us
Strange hella odd niggaz
Roll with them hard Hitters
That would mob with us
So