Hardcore (Letra)

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(chorus)
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)

(pmd)

When i turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it’s chill, new york throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gangbanners at the b-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
But they can’t, systems crank "so what’cha saying"’s pumping loud
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like pan am
Brothers licking off like the son of sam and
The bass continues to thump
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched
Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps
And on my way out, i heard a sucker scream and shout
"niggas, niggas", yea, cold turn the party out

Chorus

(e double)

Rap combat squares sat and i attack
Any crab mc that’s down wit the wack
And i wreck and if i can not snap a neck
Throw a knock, i’ll blow and look for a tech
I’m terror, new edition to rap era
I can’t be beat, i’m too sweet plus clever
I’m smart, yes, i’m a so called genius
I’m equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(keenison)?
Yo, wit that, i can break fool
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel good ‘cause they got steel
No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal
K-a, microphone wrecker e-d
The o, the u, the b, the l to the e
Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship
My name is erick sermon now want some and i’ll flip
I’m far from a chump, i’m harcore like brooklyn
Mess wit me and get your manhood token

Chorus

(redman)

I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex
You bet i drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex
I catch fits when i blitz a rhyme grit
And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit
Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes
Renegade rapper, rip when it’s rhyme time
Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when i ?(pit)?
Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit
Fe fi fo fum funky to floor a
Fuck a freak, words before play
Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack
On a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback
A monster, murder muthafuckas like manson
A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm
Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam
Bread and butter, break beast to bam bam
Jump off the jim before i jack my johnson
I jam like janet, chew mc’s like swanson
Get a stamp dummy, i’m digging a dungeon
Can you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums
Yes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro
My afro’s in the house, yo, yo, yo
Known as i live large, life will be luxury
Ladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me
Nasty nigga, competition is none
From newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn
Shit, rap is still when i’m stroking
Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking
Cool it kiddo, i control from sea to sea
Cut like chuckie, plus style it top d
Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;
Hold your breath, while i walk holding my jewels

Chorus

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Hardcore (Letra)

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[nas escobar]
What?
That firm shit, that firm shit, what’s that?
What?
That firm shit, that firm shit

Everyday i’ma polli bout, who’s the best hotty out?
And will they ever let gotti out?
Am i real? feel free to try me out
Guaranteed eternally, you signin out
I only bang quarters, not a thing short of
Than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like thelma, james’ daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in bucon
Bledest stone, where the place you call home?

[foxy brown]
Brooklyn girl, plotted then i took the world
You know the whole drill, na na so ill
Make mills and escro, decimals
Cancoon, mexico, x-and-o
Bracelets got all, along with gold
Now it’s platinum rings, songs is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark
Thriller, will i shot to the top of the charts

[nas escobar]
Head honcho, cat esco
Push everything from the coupe to the fo’
Never love a ho, get my dick sucked
Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up
Pass all the ki’s to mami, whip it up
Fox get the b’s, bonnie live it up

Chorus: (x2)

Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
[nas] that firm shit, that firm shit

[foxy brown]
Firm, nigga what? get my twat licked
Never love a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six?
He actin like a bitch, he should’ve known this
Got the stone the wrist, i ain’t no bonin this
Bomb ass shit, i could play with my shit

[nas escobar]
Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures
Cognac is that liquor
Got me all numbed out, now i’m in the street with the guns out
Niggas better take me home, ‘fore i dumbs out
Might fuck around, lay somethin down
Wit mad niggas out here to see that shit
We that click, runnin shit up in new yick
All the way down to hicktown, layin it down

[foxy brown]
Fox be the classiest, the sassiest
The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle crist
More of the shit to hold you with
Keep hatin i’ma fold your bitch
Should’ve known to control that chick, hoes mad cos i roll the 6
Doe full of ices, black isis
Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams
Take it from me, let a nigga dream
Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream

Chorus (x2)

[foxy brown]
It’s about time i reverse that
Bitches learn game, rehearse that
It ain’t no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes wanna slap while i got him on his back
Tryin to hurt that

[nas escobar]
Think you’re grown, half the niggas sittin at home
Watchin the kids, while you’re gettin it on
I’m too smart for that, caught you creepin
Receipts in your prada bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin my doe, i coulda spent that on hydro
You ain’t slick enough, think i don’t know

[foxy brown]
Dumb ass, think i slept on your bum ass
Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me
Did it on g-p, let you eat me
Couldn’t freak me, i’m better off with tv
[nas] that firm shit, that firm shit

Interlude:

Can’t get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
[nas] that firm shit, that firm shit

Chorus (x3)

Interlude to fade

Hardcore (Letra)

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[nas escobar]
What?
That firm shit, that firm shit, what’s that?
What?
That firm shit, that firm shit

Everyday i’ma polli bout, who’s the best hotty out?
And will they ever let gotti out?
Am i real? feel free to try me out
Guaranteed eternally, you signin out
I only bang quarters, not a thing short of
Than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like thelma, james’ daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in bucon
Bledest stone, where the place you call home?

[foxy brown]
Brooklyn girl, plotted then i took the world
You know the whole drill, na na so ill
Make mills and escro, decimals
Cancoon, mexico, x-and-o
Bracelets got all, along with gold
Now it’s platinum rings, songs is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark
Thriller, will i shot to the top of the charts

[nas escobar]
Head honcho, cat esco
Push everything from the coupe to the fo’
Never love a ho, get my dick sucked
Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up
Pass all the ki’s to mami, whip it up
Fox get the b’s, bonnie live it up

Chorus: (x2)

Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
[nas] that firm shit, that firm shit

[foxy brown]
Firm, nigga what? get my twat licked
Never love a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six?
He actin like a bitch, he should’ve known this
Got the stone the wrist, i ain’t no bonin this
Bomb ass shit, i could play with my shit

[nas escobar]
Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures
Cognac is that liquor
Got me all numbed out, now i’m in the street with the guns out
Niggas better take me home, ‘fore i dumbs out
Might fuck around, lay somethin down
Wit mad niggas out here to see that shit
We that click, runnin shit up in new yick
All the way down to hicktown, layin it down

[foxy brown]
Fox be the classiest, the sassiest
The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle crist
More of the shit to hold you with
Keep hatin i’ma fold your bitch
Should’ve known to control that chick, hoes mad cos i roll the 6
Doe full of ices, black isis
Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams
Take it from me, let a nigga dream
Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream

Chorus (x2)

[foxy brown]
It’s about time i reverse that
Bitches learn game, rehearse that
It ain’t no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes wanna slap while i got him on his back
Tryin to hurt that

[nas escobar]
Think you’re grown, half the niggas sittin at home
Watchin the kids, while you’re gettin it on
I’m too smart for that, caught you creepin
Receipts in your prada bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin my doe, i coulda spent that on hydro
You ain’t slick enough, think i don’t know

[foxy brown]
Dumb ass, think i slept on your bum ass
Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me
Did it on g-p, let you eat me
Couldn’t freak me, i’m better off with tv
[nas] that firm shit, that firm shit

Interlude:

Can’t get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
[nas] that firm shit, that firm shit

Chorus (x3)

Interlude to fade

Hardcore (Letra)

Epmd

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(chorus)
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)

(pmd)

When i turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it’s chill, new york throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gangbanners at the b-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
But they can’t, systems crank "so what’cha saying"’s pumping loud
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like pan am
Brothers licking off like the son of sam and
The bass continues to thump
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched
Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps
And on my way out, i heard a sucker scream and shout
"niggas, niggas", yea, cold turn the party out

Chorus

(e double)

Rap combat squares sat and i attack
Any crab mc that’s down wit the wack
And i wreck and if i can not snap a neck
Throw a knock, i’ll blow and look for a tech
I’m terror, new edition to rap era
I can’t be beat, i’m too sweet plus clever
I’m smart, yes, i’m a so called genius
I’m equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(keenison)?
Yo, wit that, i can break fool
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel good ‘cause they got steel
No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal
K-a, microphone wrecker e-d
The o, the u, the b, the l to the e
Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship
My name is erick sermon now want some and i’ll flip
I’m far from a chump, i’m harcore like brooklyn
Mess wit me and get your manhood token

Chorus

(redman)

I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex
You bet i drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex
I catch fits when i blitz a rhyme grit
And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit
Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes
Renegade rapper, rip when it’s rhyme time
Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when i ?(pit)?
Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit
Fe fi fo fum funky to floor a
Fuck a freak, words before play
Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack
On a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback
A monster, murder muthafuckas like manson
A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm
Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam
Bread and butter, break beast to bam bam
Jump off the jim before i jack my johnson
I jam like janet, chew mc’s like swanson
Get a stamp dummy, i’m digging a dungeon
Can you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums
Yes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro
My afro’s in the house, yo, yo, yo
Known as i live large, life will be luxury
Ladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me
Nasty nigga, competition is none
From newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn
Shit, rap is still when i’m stroking
Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking
Cool it kiddo, i control from sea to sea
Cut like chuckie, plus style it top d
Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;
Hold your breath, while i walk holding my jewels

Chorus