It’s So Hard The Game (Ft. 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks)

[Verse 1: The Game]
From that corner of Compton to the Mexican border
Another classic from the kitchen to the El Camino with quarters
And the plastic shell toe to the throttle
Skip mom's titty, skip the bottle
Straight to Cristal, in the club never hesitate to pull that pistol
Before I take another five, I’ll be cellmates wit' Shyne
In the mess hall with CBP on my neck
And walk the main line wit' AT&T on my chest
The kid hit the streets he in a vest
Wit’ a hoodrat from Marcy wit a tattoo of "Jay-Z" on her breast
She love the way them gold D's spin on that six trey
Got a thing for Dre and love N.W.A
That's gangsta like a Snoop Deville on white walls
Niggas won't catch me slippin' in that Wilshire district
Big prepared a nigga for shit like that
.38 revolver iron out that six pack

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's so hard
To say goodbye
Nigga get in my way you gon' die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
Nigga we responsible for yo' dead homies
It’s so hard
To say goodbye
Nigga get in my way you gon’ die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
Nigga we responsible for yo' dead homies
It’s so hard