Who’s Hard? Big Shug

[Chorus]
Who's hard?
Is it you? Is it me?
Is it the fact that you had your own faculty?
Is it the fact that you choke the double triple threes?
All of that don't mean shit to me
For real
Who's hard?
Is it you? Is it me?
Is it the fact that you had your own faculty?
Is it the fact that you choke the double triple threes?
All of that don't mean shit to me
For real, for real

[Verse 1]
I been in this Hip-Hop game for mad
I sat back and watch cornballs go for bad
Sorta sad, actually, a damn shame
What the fuck ever happened to the game? Simple and plain
Most of the real are locked up on main
The while, more or less seem tame
Not want to name names
But you know who the fuck you are when you fake the game, word up
Now it's time to meet your maker, move faker
Like a Cee-lo game, I swear to god I'ma break ya
Take ya to the fourth then drop you off
And let them Brownfloor niggas take your fuckin' head off
And you'll be screamin' for CO
With a half a broken back and a bloody ass nose
I suppose this what happens when you fake to all
Someone from the yard always pulls your card
'Cause your persona knows no way
And faggots like you always jump the gate
Let's set the whole world straight
Before you meet your death and it's too damn late
Why do you wish to perpetrate, when there's other jobs to do?
Like tables to wait, that better suit you
And I advise you to step two
'Cause when I bring the pain there'll be nothing you can do
You never did a bit in your life
Imagine you being another mans wife
You probably wait to late at night
And slit your wrist and take your own muthafuckin' life
For real (for real)