I got the Metro card, you got the Porsche
I got plaque in my wallet, you like to floss
I cop two Coronas and you buy out the bar
I represent hip-hop, who's the real star?
You got ghost riders and I spit from the cranium
You say you got guns, since 12 I've been aiming ‘em
Before you went platinum you wasn't getting' no a**
Now you sold out homie, now you given' em a**es
Like I'm givin' a ma** the way I preach to the choir
From the depths of hell I spit nothin' but fire
It's the goal of the streets, it's the pa**ion in my heart
It's the pain and poverty that makes me rip tracks apart
I'm the truth when I step in the booth
When I'm rippin' the crowd
I'm taking over the industry
I'm airing ‘em out
Nuttin' to lose ‘cept my hat and my shoes
From a sinner to a winner now I just can't lose
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Your cash ain't gonna help you if you ain't quick on the trigger
Your name is big, but my pull is bigger
I go hard [x2]
When the chips are down, you won't see me coming
By the time you turn around, your whole crew is runnin'
I go hard [x2]
America is at war, hip-hop is full of who*es
They wouldn't let me in so I kicked down the door
I ain't waivin' the .44, waving the black flag
Or the black mask with a black bag full of blackjacks
Ice grillin' the game like “where's my cash at?”
f**ers fake-a** battles – T.O.N.E.Z is past that
The essence of hip-hop, this ain't no flashback
I'm the future; forever funky like an a**-crack
Oh! My voice is power and my word is law
My princess alone deserves a throne
I didn't want to be king, I just want to do my thing
Find a queen give her a ring and be seen
Put a little paper aside for my sons
Take a li'l' vacay, chill under the sun
Show love to other artists who stay on the grind
And have my lyrics remembered till the end of time
[Chorus]
I go hard [x8]