Hard N’s TRU (Ft. C-Murder, Fiend & Master P)

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[C-Murder Talking]

[Hook]
We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas
We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas (Some bad motherfuckas)
We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas
We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas (Some bad motherfuckas)

[C-Murder]
I make money off top, turning caine into rocks
And I carry two Glocks, so I can't be stopped
From the city to the state, I'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by the gate, and got the camera with ???
And twenty g's in my draws, money taped to my balls
And I really can't move [Why?] or that shit might fall
I'm a gangsta, I sell dope nigga, it's my job
'89 was the year when I started to rob
I'm a fool, I used to smoke weed at school
And got kicked out because I toted a tool
Other niggas used to run, but me I stood still
Cuz if a nigga fucked up [Hmph!] ??? was killed
And ask Sam, I'm blowing on fools like WHAT!
That nigga opened his mouth, so I fucked him up
Nigga what, you don't want me to pull this trigger
I told you motherfuckas we some hard ass niggas [Bitch]