[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
And they think they know you
Till one day they show you
So no matter what they say I go hard
And they think it’s over, but it’s never over
’Cause soon as you think I’m down I go hard
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Get up it’s that bitch card, been here before
But don’t ever let them see you on the ground
Dues, what you gotta pay, and people see you gotta say
So don’t ever let them see you on the ground
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
And they think they know you
Till one day they show you
So no matter what they say I go hard
And they think it’s over, but it’s never over
’Cause soon as you think I’m down I go hard
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yo, ayo
Dangerous thoughts mind of a militia
Bottles of the one fifty poured over twisters
Broken bones the pillars, Staten Island’s the illest
The biggest land fillers we creep like caterpillars
Love razors, dirty guns with a few bodies
Teach niggas how to walk again from the fucking shotty
Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation
My evil third eye blinks with no hesitation
Dust bags, spoonfuls of sugar help the medi
Go down smooth and steady blowin' the green deadly
And weed pops isolator of hash bricks
Needle left stuck in his arm, died of a bad fix
We still rock, still dry drawers on the stove
Got bread from back in the days that’s growing some more
2Pac’s back, my Glock’s fat
After the guns smoke you’re screaming ‘where my block at?’
And they think they know you
Till one day they show you
So no matter what they say I go hard
And they think it’s over, but it’s never over
’Cause soon as you think I’m down I go hard
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Get up it’s that bitch card, been here before
But don’t ever let them see you on the ground
Dues, what you gotta pay, and people see you gotta say
So don’t ever let them see you on the ground
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
And they think they know you
Till one day they show you
So no matter what they say I go hard
And they think it’s over, but it’s never over
’Cause soon as you think I’m down I go hard
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yo, ayo
Dangerous thoughts mind of a militia
Bottles of the one fifty poured over twisters
Broken bones the pillars, Staten Island’s the illest
The biggest land fillers we creep like caterpillars
Love razors, dirty guns with a few bodies
Teach niggas how to walk again from the fucking shotty
Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation
My evil third eye blinks with no hesitation
Dust bags, spoonfuls of sugar help the medi
Go down smooth and steady blowin' the green deadly
And weed pops isolator of hash bricks
Needle left stuck in his arm, died of a bad fix
We still rock, still dry drawers on the stove
Got bread from back in the days that’s growing some more
2Pac’s back, my Glock’s fat
After the guns smoke you’re screaming ‘where my block at?’
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