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We've found 165 lyrics, 6 artists, and 100 albums matching hardcore motherfucker by fergie:


Albums:

Psycho Sick Motherfucker (Phantom Rockers) · Club Mix Tribute to Fergie (International Club DJs) · A Tribute to Fergie (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fergie Remix (Fiord) · Party Musical: Tribute to Fergie (Hit Crew) · Happy 2B Hardcore: 16 Happy Hardcore Breakbeat Techno Anthems (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hardcore Nation: The Biggest Hardcore Anthems Ever (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rise Up: Hardcore '03 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Radikal Hardcore (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hardcore Doo-Wop: In the Hallway-Under the Street Lamp (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)

Yes,
man;
 now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"
Come on motherfuckers, come on
"Looks like the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit,
man;
 now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"
Come on motherfuckers, come on
"Looks like the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit,
you'll lose!

Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo

I got a big bang theory my hardcore
man;
 now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"
Come on motherfuckers, come on
"Looks like the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit,
me
Some of y'all around the real, but still phony
The six by eight in the box is real lonely
I'm tired of these motherfuckers, that's in my coat
a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin'

Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by
a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin'

Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by
track
Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts. Motherfuckers got scared
Cause they weas unprepaired
who would tell it how it relly was?
Who dared?
I'm a real estate investor a hardcore dresser
Money counting brother and I hate polyester
Walking on the wild side pulling gold snaps
I know you
at my side. Nothing you say or do will ever bring us down, stand side by side, can't question our pride. Hardcore, a way of life. Represent till the end.
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it

I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it

I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it

I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
and flower bringin
If my burgular alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em
a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
If my burgular alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by
forth the heat 
Hardcore niggas be wearing panties, looking sweet 
I'm on a journey through the land of fronting niggas 
Nervous motherfuckers with
a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin'

Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin

Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by the pancreas
Your whole
a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
If my burgular alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by
a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
If my burgular alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by
senseless 
So in this life I lead, I stay protected 
By God, my squad, and this thing in my palm 
Now all my hustlin' motherfuckers, get your money, sing
a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin'

Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by
Aye yo Spice, all these rich motherfuckers keep going to
The record stores buyin' these fake ass raps, 
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah, I