[Verse 1 Hardcore]
Yo wussup motherfuckers my name is hardcore and I'm pimpin' all you bitches and hoes
Letting ya know its gon be on
With the 9-4 I'm punchin' through the door cause that's when hardcore eliminates competition sit, in the back rows bitching about they music cause they say it ain't hard as mine
But my music ain't got nothing to do with the way I bust a rhyme
I'm blowing yo mind dropping a dime on yo ear drum
I told you I was coming so back up cause here I come
I'm just like a timebomb I react when the time comes
To do what I gotta do and that's to make them niggas run fool
I thought you knew but you didn't so pay attention as I flow
Hmm you better act like you know
[Verse 2 Tommy Wright III]
We can get into some playa shit some gangsta shit
Whatever you wanna do you fool, with me its cool
Time to pop and lock another nigga in the trunk
If you wants to talk that shit you must be high from smoking that skunk [inaudible]
Cause its time to leave a bitch in the fucking street, in the creek wherever you go you hoe is gon be 6 feet deep
Time to push a busta motherfucker off the Memphis bridge
Time to split a nigga wig ask my niggas down on trig
Creeping never sleeping cause my back is never turnt you'll get burnt by some lead popping leaving bodies dropping through that infrared
Gripping the .44 getting so high cause a nigga like me just dont care who die
But bitches and snitches get treated the worse by niggas with trigger puttin folks in hearse
Scrappin and slappin a bitch so quick
1 man gang Tommy Wright
Straight from 4 corners pimpin-ville where they creep at night
Living on that westside playas gots to duck and dive
Rocks in my pocket playa hatas just can't stop it
Taking a pull, sippin that bull with my niggas as we slang them thangs
Ain't no use of lying to the police mane we a gang
Hardcore [department?] and the 4 corner og's
The magnolia crime clique sticking you up and leaving you sick
Gotta do a stang gotta gang bang shit dont change
Creeping real fast for your cash hoe so where its stashed
Pass me a ghetto license take my picture wit a Glock and if you deep as 16 I gots to pack my Glock 17
Pull the trigger blow a bastard all the way to Kingdom come
Bring me some if you got some shells cause I'm low as hell
Constantly loading always holding pistols towards the fucking sky
Clips In my other hand smoke from the blunt in my eye
OG style not buck wild dial a crook that packs a gun
What you come out with is 789-7961
187 on a undercover cop
211 on the funky hoe so perpetrate like you know
Hoe
Yo wussup motherfuckers my name is hardcore and I'm pimpin' all you bitches and hoes
Letting ya know its gon be on
With the 9-4 I'm punchin' through the door cause that's when hardcore eliminates competition sit, in the back rows bitching about they music cause they say it ain't hard as mine
But my music ain't got nothing to do with the way I bust a rhyme
I'm blowing yo mind dropping a dime on yo ear drum
I told you I was coming so back up cause here I come
I'm just like a timebomb I react when the time comes
To do what I gotta do and that's to make them niggas run fool
I thought you knew but you didn't so pay attention as I flow
Hmm you better act like you know
[Verse 2 Tommy Wright III]
We can get into some playa shit some gangsta shit
Whatever you wanna do you fool, with me its cool
Time to pop and lock another nigga in the trunk
If you wants to talk that shit you must be high from smoking that skunk [inaudible]
Cause its time to leave a bitch in the fucking street, in the creek wherever you go you hoe is gon be 6 feet deep
Time to push a busta motherfucker off the Memphis bridge
Time to split a nigga wig ask my niggas down on trig
Creeping never sleeping cause my back is never turnt you'll get burnt by some lead popping leaving bodies dropping through that infrared
Gripping the .44 getting so high cause a nigga like me just dont care who die
But bitches and snitches get treated the worse by niggas with trigger puttin folks in hearse
Scrappin and slappin a bitch so quick
1 man gang Tommy Wright
Straight from 4 corners pimpin-ville where they creep at night
Living on that westside playas gots to duck and dive
Rocks in my pocket playa hatas just can't stop it
Taking a pull, sippin that bull with my niggas as we slang them thangs
Ain't no use of lying to the police mane we a gang
Hardcore [department?] and the 4 corner og's
The magnolia crime clique sticking you up and leaving you sick
Gotta do a stang gotta gang bang shit dont change
Creeping real fast for your cash hoe so where its stashed
Pass me a ghetto license take my picture wit a Glock and if you deep as 16 I gots to pack my Glock 17
Pull the trigger blow a bastard all the way to Kingdom come
Bring me some if you got some shells cause I'm low as hell
Constantly loading always holding pistols towards the fucking sky
Clips In my other hand smoke from the blunt in my eye
OG style not buck wild dial a crook that packs a gun
What you come out with is 789-7961
187 on a undercover cop
211 on the funky hoe so perpetrate like you know
Hoe
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