How 'bout Some Hardcore (feat. Butch Vig) lyrics |
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[ Billy Danzenie ] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) How about some hardcore? [ VERSE 1: Billy Danzenie ] (Yeah, we like it raw in the streets) For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep With your ifth on your hip, ready to flip Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick You got skill, you best manage to chill And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost ya Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer' I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation |
I packs my gat, I gotta stay strapped I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep I see right now I got to show you it ain't nothin sweet Go get your muthafuckin hammer And act like you want drama I send a message to your mama 'Hello, do you know your one son left? I had license to kill and he had been marked for death He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the dome I left him stiffer than a tombstone' [ Li'l Fame ] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) |
How about some hardcore? [ VERSE 2: Billy Danzenie ] (Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto) I used to pack sling shots, but now I'm packin heavy metal A rugged underground freestyler Is Li'l Fame, muthafucka, slap, Li'l Mallet When I let off, it's a burning desire Niggas increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fire For the cause I drop niggas like drawers Niggas'll hit the floors from the muthafuckin .44's I'm talkin titles when it's showtime Fuck around, I have n |
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