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 [Chorus] 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]