Lyrics:
(fool)
Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper
Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides)
Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knives
Those who
as the realest you heard
With my pen I kill 'em absurd and rhyme seven syllable word
I'm not your average Joe
Hardcore, far more than the average
I'm
the mystery
I'll rewrite Ancient History
Please tell me baby what I gotta do
I'll sail around the Seven Seas for you
Anything to get you back to me
I'll
heard, as the world turns
8 million stories to tell, 7 and a half million lies
500 000 facts in hell
Argh, heard your album and I don't believe a word
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your
it down put it round bouncing threw your town like
Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven
I'm a crack baller straight
hit the deck
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
And they all died (they froze their asses off)
The oceans and Pangea, see ya wouldn't wanna be ya
Set in motion by the same big bang
It all started with
and needs a
Half hour to go by but for a half hour to go by it needs 15
Minutes to go by
Or seven minutes
Or one one hundredth of a minute
Or one one
hit the deck
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
it right now, gotta do it right now
When I spit it, no, you know I'm never lost
Hold up, tell me big, how much is a pie cost?
Let me get it, let me
for you to spend a little dough
I heard about the carjacks and all the contracts
Out on me by your man Big D
Stink cucarachas, I bought his life
You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard
I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you
respect
You gets no respect
And all you want is some hardcore sex
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole
Back-to-back from the back, head
the message
I be using my game like a weapon
Use to sleep on the shit that I'm repping
Now she all in my messages stressing cuz her baby work at the 7/11
If I
crack, crack
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
'Cause this, some the cemetery's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in
no pain no
Now you know the thing get the credit
Wholipa dem ah call me name each and every day woi
The riddim get spark by the second the rasta man
the fifth eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
cause a seven saves
Big Dawg on campus
Big Dawg on campus
Yeah they all know who the man is
It's the Big Dawg on campus
Big Dawg on campus
Big Dawg
Gave the blindsight, the dark light, disease it was discarded
The sea was parted, staff up, the mystery is real
Symbolic mystery lifted by mystic pencils
crummy man
We got to get this money man
(New houses), {got, got to get it}
(Real figures by the thousands), {got, got to get it}
(Big stacks for
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