I Go Hard

I got the Metro card, you got the Porsche

I got plaque in my wallet, you like to floss

I cop two Coronas and you buy out the bar

I represent hip-hop, who’s the real star?

You got ghost writers and I spit from the cranium

You say you got guns, since 12 I’ve been aiming ‘em

Before you went platinum you wasn’t getting no ass

Now you sold out homie, now you given’ em asses

Like I’m givin’ a mass the way I preach to the choir

From the depths of hell I spit nothin’ but fire

It’s the goal of the streets, it’s the passion in my heart

It’s the pain and poverty that makes me rip tracks apart

I’m the truth when I step in the booth

When I’m rippin’ the crowd

I’m taking over the industry

I’m airing ‘em out

Nothing to lose ‘cept my hat and my shoes

From a sinner to a winner now I just can’t lose

Your cash ain’t gonna help you if you ain’t quick on the trigger

Your name is big, but my pull is bigger

I go hard, I go hard

When the chips are down, you won’t see me coming

By the time you turn around, your whole crew is runnin’

I go hard, I go hard

America is at war, hip-hop is full of whores

They wouldn't let me in so I kicked down the door

I ain't waivin' the .44, waving the black flag

Or the black mask with a black bag full of blackjacks

Ice grillin' the game like where's my cash at?

Fuckers fake-ass battles – T.O.N.E.Z is past that

The essence of hip-hop, this ain't no flashback

I'm the future, forever funky like an ass-crack

Oh! My voice is power and my word is law

My princess alone deserves a throne

I didn't want to be king, I just want to do my thing

Find a queen give her a ring and be seen

Put a little paper aside for my sons

Take a li'l' vacay, chill under the sun

Show love to other artists who stay on the grind

And have my lyrics remembered till the end of time

I go hard

I go hard

I go hard

I go hard