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M.O.P. - How About Some Hardcore Lyrics
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some hardcore?
Verse 1 (Billy Danzenie)
(Yeah, we like it raw in the streets)
For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep
With your ifth on your hip, ready to flip
Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick
You got skill, you best manage to chill
And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill
With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost ya
Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer'
I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation
Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation
I packs my gat, I gotta stay strapped
I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind
Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep
I see right now I got to show you it ain't nothin' sweet
Go get your muthaf**kin hammer
And act like you want drama
I send a message to your mama
'Hello, do you know your one son left?
I had license to kill and he had been marked for death
He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the dome
I left him stiffer than a tombstone'
(Li'l Fame)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some hardcore?
VERSE 2 (Billy Danzenie)
(Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto)
I used to pack sling shots, but now I'm packin' heavy metal
A rugged underground freestyler
Is Li'l Fame, muthaf**ka, slap, Li'l Mallet
When I let off, it's a burning desire
N***as increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fire
For the cause I drop n***as like drawers
N***as'll hit the floors from the muthaf**kin .44's
I'm talkin' titles when it's showtime
F*** around, I have n How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some hardcore?
Verse 1 (Billy Danzenie)
(Yeah, we like it raw in the streets)
For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep
With your ifth on your hip, ready to flip
Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick
You got skill, you best manage to chill
And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill
With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost ya
Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer'
I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation
Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation
I packs my gat, I gotta stay strapped
I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind
Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep
I see right now I got to show you it ain't nothin' sweet
Go get your muthaf**kin hammer
And act like you want drama
I send a message to your mama
'Hello, do you know your one son left?
I had license to kill and he had been marked for death
He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the dome
I left him stiffer than a tombstone'
(Li'l Fame)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some hardcore?
(VERSE 2 (Billy Danzenie)
(Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto)
I used to pack sling shots, but now I'm packin' heavy metal
A rugged underground freestyler
Is Li'l Fame, muthaf**ka, slap, Li'l Mallet
When I let off, it's a burning desire
N***as increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fire
For the cause I drop n***as like drawers
N***as'll hit the floors from the muthaf**kin .44's
I'm talkin' titles when it's showtime
F*** around, I have n
