Paul Cain - Hard lyrics

[Verse 1: Kobe] n***a you know I'm a rider, nickel plated llama Pull up right beside ya, yup (you know this) I don't give a f** bout, What you n***as talk bout Now you f**ers chalked out, yup (you know this) True k**as, No tellin' Drug dealin' and convicted felons Staged that, Drop top seat pushed way back This is ya funeral service, Switch it to the all black Maybach Things change n***a this our year The game need a change, Cold k**a right here Nightmares, For n***as gettin' they sleep on We keepin' the streets warm Real rich young n***as Street Fam for life they can't f** with us [Hook: Kobe] Now I-I-I, Go hard Yea yea yea, So hard [x3] SO hard, So hard, So hard, So hard [Verse 2: Fabolous] Time to send em flowers and cards with our regards A special rest in peace goes to all you cowards and frauds Like water in the freezer that's how I go hard Fly in ya b**hes' legs, Twin Tower ya broad Gotta check ya boy dougie, Check a boy luggy I scare the sh** out n***as, Check ya boy huggies d**h to the competition, Die slow ba*tard Black G top on call it closed casket Black card titanium, No plastic Black henny shots to the head I'm so blasted They call me young funeral And the b**h with badder than my two year old You n***as softer than a tuna roll, Sushi a** n***as Bougi a** n***as, With my blues brother's shades I'll Belushi past n***as n***a I make it hard like a pretty naked braud Wa**up son [Hook] [Verse 3: Paul Cain] You know ya boy flow extra, I'm harder than concrete Gimme a couple minutes with a blunt and a hard beat I'm all street, The hottest n***as is all sweet I'm listenin', And ain't heard nothin' strong all week Bury you right beside the gat you in the booth with I eat ya favorite rapper for breakfast, Gimme a toothpick These n***as appetizers, Way to bring the entree I put on for my city so amazing, No Kanye We runnin' this town, Studda gang all day We in house and you a Outkast, No Andre I chase it all day, If I ain't pushin' bomb yay Remember jack move, Hands up like the song say Play with Paul pay, I give it up the wrong way Chrome 44 bulldog pointed the long way Without the second thought of a doubt The competition all dead call the coroner out [Verse 4: La the Darkman] I'm Hard like Rikers Island bars Hard, like a inmate from oz La the Dark, I'll pull ya card I lead my allegiance like Master Furrah Oppose me must be a retard Get ya brain ajarred Bullets like Brett Favre Then beat the charge I'll beat the odds Big and black With black cards and black cars All black everything Cartel Medillin Specialize in coke and Methamphetamines See things cheddar brings Bis**ual hoes, impeccable flows, murcielagos Car and truck combos How my song goes Bang hammers at n***as like africans on congos Let me slow it down a bit I'm hard they soft as baby sh** LA!