Lyrics: I’m on my way to Albee Square Mall without biz, and I’ma let the world know what time it is Feels so good to be real now, let’s work, and I’m about to do mad shit you ain’t heard, or seen, except maybe on a movie screen, it’s time to spray more heads than Afro Sheen It’s all about the green, gun shots on cars, black runs and bitches that work extreme pause Over the hill for good, I’ll make your ass fly, same thing that makes a n- laugh and make him cry The way my brain think now is murdering for life, I run with kids that do bids and act trife I got some catching up to do. So let me get 200 dime bags, and three lighters, too. Dressed in all camo, my left pocket’s the ammo, And whoever should run you’ll be gravel, now run the level No more mister nice guy, fuck, leave and hope them dumb bitches ‘cause now I’m at the end of my road I just watched Scarface for the sixth time, laughing ‘bout that bullshit way i used to rhyme about "keep your eyes on the prize", fuck that, keep your eyes on the run and your hand on the cap, ive been reprogrammed and that’s how it feel I just walked in the mall, now it’s time to do it for real H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. (x3, double time past first repeat) Fuck all the bitches and the hoes (You’re hardcore) Fuck all the lookers and the stunts, (You’re hardcore) I’ve got a uzi in my clothes, (You’re hardcore) I drink 40s and smoke blunts (You’re hardcore) (x4) So, so, so, s-s-s-s-s-s (x8) My gun, I'm movin' with the gun Shot him down, shot him shot him down! (I shot him down) (x8) Boom, and a Pow! I just shot him down! I bought a gun, you better run (x16) I got it yesterday in North Carolina, for 8 and a quarter, now I’m feeling out of order I had it up to here, and I swear my controller caught my finger slippin’ I’m gonna shoot the nervous one, and the brave one, the misbehaved one Now today, a mild average citizen no longer wants to play It’s kind of like that movie Falling Down with Michael Wendin or somethin been a struggle, but still, I smuggled this Automatic handgun back to New York mad easy, and y’all wonder why (???) Ever since the day of reckoning, start beckoning for tomorrow, cause I feel no type of sorrow Fuck all the bitches and the hoes (You’re hardcore) Fuck all the lookers and the stunts, (You’re hardcore) I’ve got a uzi in my clothes, (You’re hardcore) I drink 40s and smoke blunts (You’re hardcore) H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. (x3) Murder Murder Murder, Kill Kill Kill, I’ma pump shots at will so don’t stand still Everybody talking ‘bout gunsmoke and death, so fuck it, I’ma bust until no lives left I lose favor with capes in the world, there’s two positive figures, the boys and the girls Can’t forget the ghetto boys who make noise, they’re all thugs in harmony, that wanna be I’m on mutate but I’m ran in the ground, this fight’s gonna get more round than James Brown Just think you’re all gonna go to town, I’ll make you walk, dressed in all black, and I don’t have to talk “Just get good grades, and I will see the light,” make shit more fun than the grubs fight, right? I’m going out like I just got fired from the post office, who’s the hardest in this office Picked automatic cause the brave turn weak, as soon as this gun starts the weak then hear me speak Fuck all the bitches and the hoes (You’re hardcore) Fuck all the lookers and the stunts, (You’re hardcore) I’ve got a uzi in my clothes, (You’re hardcore) I drink 40s and smoke blunts (You’re hardcore) H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. Fuck all the bitches and the hoes (You’re hardcore) Fuck all the lookers and the stunts, (You’re hardcore) I’ve got a uzi in my clothes, (You’re hardcore) I drink 40s and smoke blunts (You’re hardcore) H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E.
Lyrics:
I’m on my way to Albee Square Mall without biz, and I’ma let the world know what time it is
Feels so good to be real now, let’s work, and I’m about to do mad shit you ain’t heard, or seen, except maybe on a movie screen, it’s time to spray more heads than Afro Sheen
It’s all about the green, gun shots on cars, black runs and bitches that work extreme pause
Over the hill for good, I’ll make your ass fly, same thing that makes a n- laugh and make him cry
The way my brain think now is murdering for life, I run with kids that do bids and act trife
I got some catching up to do. So let me get 200 dime bags, and three lighters, too. Dressed in all camo, my left pocket’s the ammo,
And whoever should run you’ll be gravel, now run the level
No more mister nice guy, fuck, leave and hope them dumb bitches ‘cause now I’m at the end of my road
I just watched Scarface for the sixth time, laughing ‘bout that bullshit way i used to rhyme
about "keep your eyes on the prize", fuck that, keep your eyes on the run and your hand on the cap, ive been reprogrammed and that’s how it feel
I just walked in the mall, now it’s time to do it for real
H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E.
(x3, double time past first repeat)
Fuck all the bitches and the hoes
(You’re hardcore)
Fuck all the lookers and the stunts,
(You’re hardcore)
I’ve got a uzi in my clothes,
(You’re hardcore)
I drink 40s and smoke blunts
(You’re hardcore) (x4)
So, so, so, s-s-s-s-s-s (x8)
My gun, I'm movin' with the gun
Shot him down, shot him shot him down!
(I shot him down) (x8)
Boom, and a Pow! I just shot him down!
I bought a gun, you better run (x16)
I got it yesterday in North Carolina, for 8 and a quarter, now I’m feeling out of order
I had it up to here, and I swear my controller caught my finger slippin’
I’m gonna shoot the nervous one, and the brave one, the misbehaved one
Now today, a mild average citizen no longer wants to play
It’s kind of like that movie Falling Down with Michael Wendin or somethin
been a struggle, but still, I smuggled this
Automatic handgun back to New York mad easy, and y’all wonder why (???)
Ever since the day of reckoning, start beckoning for tomorrow, cause I feel no type of sorrow
Fuck all the bitches and the hoes
(You’re hardcore)
Fuck all the lookers and the stunts,
(You’re hardcore)
I’ve got a uzi in my clothes,
(You’re hardcore)
I drink 40s and smoke blunts
(You’re hardcore)
H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E.
(x3)
Murder Murder Murder, Kill Kill Kill, I’ma pump shots at will so don’t stand still
Everybody talking ‘bout gunsmoke and death, so fuck it, I’ma bust until no lives left
I lose favor with capes in the world, there’s two positive figures, the boys and the girls
Can’t forget the ghetto boys who make noise, they’re all thugs in harmony, that wanna be
I’m on mutate but I’m ran in the ground, this fight’s gonna get more round than James Brown
Just think you’re all gonna go to town, I’ll make you walk, dressed in all black, and I don’t have to talk
“Just get good grades, and I will see the light,” make shit more fun than the grubs fight, right?
I’m going out like I just got fired from the post office, who’s the hardest in this office
Picked automatic cause the brave turn weak, as soon as this gun starts the weak then hear me speak
Fuck all the bitches and the hoes
(You’re hardcore)
Fuck all the lookers and the stunts,
(You’re hardcore)
I’ve got a uzi in my clothes,
(You’re hardcore)
I drink 40s and smoke blunts
(You’re hardcore)
H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E.
Fuck all the bitches and the hoes
(You’re hardcore)
Fuck all the lookers and the stunts,
(You’re hardcore)
I’ve got a uzi in my clothes,
(You’re hardcore)
I drink 40s and smoke blunts
(You’re hardcore)
H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E. H.A.R.D.C.O.R.E.
thanks 🙏🛐
@notkurokioh alr ty
I lose favor with capes in the world, theres two positive figures is wrong. Its, the most favorite mixtapes in the world is tupac and biggie
Banger, DannyPX has some good taste on music, i still don't like his charts tho😡
They're fun anyways
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