Big Ed - I Am The Hardest lyrics

[big ed] I am the hardest n***a on wax, big ed back (a**a**' on) No limit soldier retracts, i got my blast on Hard to the bone, military minded n***a We started this sh**, must i remind you n***as So i'm going all out, motherf** the fall out I'll blow the wall on these hundred round drums And the i haul out, won't stop, can't stop, Before i stop, you drop, get retarted I am the hardest One on stage, bust with a rage, I keep the crowd bucked like a gauge, hyper's my trade I give the crowd rowdy hooks, a**ociated with crooks Dance floor filled with jabbing right hooks I get the crowd shook, and they don't wanna dance no mo' Cause all my thug n***as fighting on the floor Throw you set up, i'm not the tightest or most lyrical artist But - I am the hardest Chorus: n***a what you want? sh** you ride on your enemies Hooks that make 'em bleed, for all my n***as that's on the streets I won't stop this how i eat, so f** all y'all who question me Bust hardcore rhymes over harcore beats I am the hardest Rapper, point blank period Player you could run up and make this whole thing serious Mess around and get me furious Oh you'se the hardest, i can believe that i'm hearing this Just because you sold more units don't make you harder It just means your record executes were alittle bit smarter Boy you better get up out the quarter I am the hardest One with the mic, i'm not the tightest, that's mystikal But i get this motherf**er physical Go to dallas, chi-town, indy, a-t-l St. louis in the streets they know me well In orlando i got 'em taking it to the trunk On this album i'ma give 'em all what they want Full blown funk, and yo big l, run that sh** let's get it started I am the hardest Chorus: n***a what you want? sh** you ride on your enemies Hooks that make 'em bleed, for all my n***as that's on the streets I won't stop this how i eat, so f** all y'all who question me Bust hardcore rhymes over harcore beats I am the hardest Soldier in this war, this game we call rap Kick the door in with 10 straps, explosive habits Must i relate back to pimps, hustlers, gangstas and macks I keep gats and i bust 'em just like that *guns fires* Hoes sweatin' out they perm, they got 'fro backs See i'ma throw back with other switch styles to the keep the floor packed f** you haters i'ma get mine regardless I am the hardest