Hard Fabolous (Ft. Kobe, La The Darkman & Paul Cain)

[Intro: Kobe]
Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 1: Kobe]
Nigga, you know I'm a rider, nickel-plated llama
Pull up right beside you, yep—you know this
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you niggas talk 'bout
Now you fuckers chalked out, yep—you know this
True killers, no telling
Drug dealing and convicted felons
Stay strapped
Drop-top seat pushed way back
This is your funeral service
Switch into the all-black Maybach
Things change, nigga—this our year
The game need a change—cold killer right here
Nightmares for niggas getting they "sleep" on
We keepin' the streets warm
Real rich young niggas
Street Fam for life—they can't fuck with us