Hard

(Ryu)
 Uh hu
 Ryu
 Me and Takbir
 Demigodzilla
 J-Dilla
 Verse 1 [Ryu]
 Yo
 It ain't (Hard)
 They tell now who the illest is
 J-Dilla bitch Styles in ya grill again
 That old killa shit back to the gutter scum
 Number 1 rap record of the summer son!
 Feet stomp to the beat like war drums
 Chandelier shook and the freakin floor sunk
 The R-Y-U that should do it
 Shoot a missle at the moon and attach you to it
 It's too (Hard)
 Born for the weak and peacy
 I'm thinkin that the worlds gonna need some clean sheets
 Shittin on you rappers I practice free speech
 Don't protect whales but I rap for Green Peace!
 Verse 2 [Tak]
 It's time to hop in to cruise to the new shit
 Huh
 I'm bout as cool as me chewin a toothpick
 Soon as the sun sets I'm out with the whole clan
 Tearin the village down oh man!
 Folks don't understand
 When I'm holdin this part of this perfect unit
 To do it you recognize that we started this murder music
 I'm movin through all the rubbish and yes
 They know they love it at best
 Cuz I've been known to keep them clubbin the debt
 Chorus
 [Tak]
 You ain't a (Star)
 So why you walk around actin like you (Hard)
 Ain't nobody got you bumpin in the (Car)
 You don't party with ya people at the (Bar)
 What is it?
 Wha wha what is it?
 You a (Star)
 [Ryu]
 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?
 Verse 3 [Tak]
 Huh?
 Aww I see you got ya heart broken
 Little sweetie posted up with both arms folded
 Clockin all my jewels and they don't know how we did it
 Marking every move smooth to my MLB fitted
 Ooh!
 Ya baby sitters gonna be a minute late
 Why?
 Cuz you ain't even old enough to innovate
 Skulls in ya grill got ya neighborhood fame
 But dang
 You ain't really known for ya skill
 Verse 4 [Ryu]
 Ok!
 Think about it before you pop off
 Keep cool when you fuckin with a Boss Hog
 Hot sauce ima bag this Poptart
 Seen em down the bloc tryin to flag a cop car
 Not to notice a bomb goes wowee
 Demigodz roll like Musab al-Zarqawi
 People know who control the Valley
 Roll tanks through the west bank home to Cali
 You ain't (Hard)
 Cuz ya whack clique was Ousted
 So sick I spit raps in hazmat outfits
 You ain't about shit holmes admit it
 Cuz real hustlers don't talk they just go get it!
 Uh huh
 S.O.B.
 Ryu and Tak
 Uh
 Chorus
 Verse 5 [Tak]
 Follow me follow me closely
 I see you fellas were jealous so I crack a smirk and polish my trophy
 Shakin the ground
 I put my hands in the gravel
 Try takin me down so I can stand in ya shadow
 Naw
 You and ya buddy gonna see in an instant
 Dummy
 Without me it wouldn't be what it is then
 So recognize and zip ya lip jack push em aside
 What a surprise yea it's so kick it
 Verse 6 [Ryu]
 Yo
 You hear the baby whining it don't effect me shiit
 How dare you disrespect me kid
 I'm sick of the games
 Look at where you sit in the plane
 You could be chillin with a first class ticket to fame
 You ain't (Hard)
 Matter fact it's easy
 Ima crack ya cd
 It sounds good cuz ya tracks are cheesy
 On the path to greatness
 Ya raps are basic
 Think about it when you fillin out that application
 Chorus