Styles Of Beyond - Hard (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Uh huh Ryu J-Dilla [Ryu] Yo It ain't (Hard) They tell now who the illest is J-Dilla b**h, Styles in your grill again That old k**er sh** back to the gutter scum Number one rap record of the summer son! Feet stomp to the beat like war drums Chandelier shook and the freaking floor sunk The R-Y-U that should do it Shoot a missile at the moon and attach you to it It's too (Hard) Born for the weak and peacy I'm thinking that the world's going to need some clean sheets sh**ting on you rappers I practice free speech Don't protect whales but I rap for Green Peace! [Tak] It's time to hop in to cruise to the new sh** Huh I'm bout as cool as me chewing a toothpick Soon as the sun sets I'm out with the whole clan Tearing the village down Oh man! Folks don't understand When I'm holding this part of this perfect unit To do it you recognize that we started this murder music I'm moving through all the rubbish and yes They know they love it at best Cause I've been known to keep them clubbing the debt [Hook] You ain't a (Star) So why you walk around acting like you (Hard) Ain't nobody got you bumping in the (Car) You don't party with your people at the (Bar) What is it? What what what is it? You a (Star) Before you bring it boy you better think (Hard) Drop a hundred thou on a red and pink (Car) Get it free never blow money at the (Bar) What is it? What what what is it? [Tak] Huh? Aww I see you got your heart broken Little weenie posted up with both arms folded Clocking all my j**els and they don't know how we did it Marking every move smooth to my MLB fitted Ooh! Your baby sitter is going to be a minute late Why? Cause you ain't even old enough to innovate Skulls in your grill got you neighborhood fame But dang You ain't really known for your sk** [Ryu] Ok! Think about it before you pop off Keep cool when you f**ing with a Boss Hog Hot sauce Ima bag this Poptart Seen ‘em down the block trying to flag a cop car Not to notice a bomb goes wowee Demigodz roll like Musab al-Zarqawi People know who control the Cali Roll tanks through the west bank home to valley You ain't (Hard) Cause your whack clique was ousted So sick I spit raps in hazmat outfits You ain't about sh** holmes admit it Cause real hustlers don't talk they just go get it! Uh huh S.O.B Ryu and Tak Uh [Hook] You ain't a (Star) So why you walk around acting like you (Hard) Ain't nobody got you bumping in the (Car) You don't party with your people at the (Bar) What is it? What what what is it? You a (Star) Before you bring it boy you better think (Hard) Drop a hundred thou on a red and pink (Car) Get it free never blow money at the (Bar) What is it? What what what is it? [Tak] Follow me follow me closely I see you fellas were jealous so I crack a smirk and polish my trophy Shaking the ground I put my hands in the gravel Try taking me down so I can stand in your shadow Nah You and your buddy going to see in an instant Dummy, without me it wouldn't be what it is then So recognize and zip your lip jack push ‘em aside What a surprise yea it's me so kick it [Ryu] Yo You hear the baby whining it don't effect me sh** How dare you disrespect me, kid I'm sick of the games Look at where you sit in the plane You could be chilling with a first cla** ticket to fame It ain't (Hard) Matter fact it's easy Ima crack your cd It sounds good cause your tracks are cheesy On the path to greatness Your raps are basic Think about it when you filling out that application [Hook] You ain't a (Star) So why you walk around acting like you (Hard) Ain't nobody got you bumping in the (Car) You don't party with your people at the (Bar) What is it? What what what is it? You a (Star) Before you bring it boy you better think (Hard) Drop a hundred thou on a red and pink (Car) Get it free never blow money at the (Bar) What is it? What what what is it?