[Intro]
Word up, man
Yeah... nahmsayin?
Straight up and down... nahmsayin?
Word up, dunn, yo, man, word, fuck that, man
Sick of this shit, man
Yeah, word... yeah... it's on now, it's on
For life... check this shit out

[Verse 1]
Destruction is only four minutes away
As the spit sprays from my lips, you gonna feel a way
From the break of day, since 1 in the morning
The night before, I had the strength to fight the war
A sight for sore eyes, and I be risin'
Like the sun; I bought a gun, you better run
I got it yesterday in North Carolina for eight and a quarter
Now I'm feelin' out of order
I had up to here and I swear I'm bout to pull a Colin Ferguson
I'm gonna shoot the nervous one
And the brave one, I'm misbehaving now today
A mild-mannered citizen no longer wants to play
It's kinda like that movie 'Falling Down' with Michael Douglas
I feel his struggle, it's–ill, I smuggle this
Automatic handgun back to New York
Mad easy, and y'all wonder why the streets are sleazy
Well this is the day of reckoning, start beckoning
For tomorrow, 'cause I feel no type of sorrow
[Hook]
Fuck all the bitches and the hoes (Ya' hardcore)
Fuck all the hookers in the stunts (ya hardcore)
I got an Uzi in my clothes (Ya' hardcore)
I drink 40's and smoke blunts (Ya' hardcore)

H-A-R-D-C-O-R-E (Word)
H-A-R-D-C-O-R-E (Straight up)

[Verse 2]
Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill
I'mma bust shots at will, so don't stand still
Everybody talkin' 'bout gunsmoke and death
So fuck it, I'ma bust until no lives are left
My most favorite tapes in the world
Is 2Pac and Biggie; Bo$$ is the girl
Can't forget the Geto Boys – they make noise
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, I wanna be
My Mobb Deep tape, I done ran in the ground
And Spice 1 get more run than Jim Brown
Snoop Dogg and Tha Dogg Pound make me bark
I'm dressed in all black and out after dark
I used to get good grades, but now I see the light
Ain't shit more fun than a gunfight, right?
I'm going out like I just got fired from the post office
Who's the hardest and the softest –
Ain't gonna matter, 'cause the brave turn weak
As soon as this gun start to leak, now hear me speak
[Hook]
Fuck all the bitches and the hoes (Ya' hardcore)
Fuck all the hookers in the stunts (ya hardcore)
I got an Uzi in my clothes (Ya' hardcore)
I drink 40's and smoke blunts (Ya' hardcore)

H-A-R-D-C-O-R-E (Word)
H-A-R-D-C-O-R-E (Straight up)

[Verse 3]
I'm on my way to Albee Square Mall without Biz
And I'ma let the world know what time it is
Feel so good to be real now, that's word
Now I'ma 'bout to do bad shit you ain't heard – or seen
Except maybe on a movie screen
It's time to spray more heads than Afro Sheen
It's all about the green, gunshots, and cars
Fat blunts, and bitches that work in strip bars
Polo and Hilfiger don't make yo' ass fly
Same thing that make a n***a laugh'll make em cry
The way my brain think now is "murder for life"
I run with kids who do bids and act trife
I got some catchin' up to do
So lemme get two hundred dimebags and three lighters too
Dressed in all camo, my left pocket's the ammo
For whoever should wanna get clever, now run the lever
No more Mr. Nice Guy, fuck Faith and Hope
Them dumb bitches, 'cause now I'm at the end of my rope
I just watched 'Scarface' for the 6th time
Laughin' 'bout that bullshit way I used to rhyme
About "Keep your eyes on the prize" – fuck that
Keep your eyes on your money, your hand on your gat
I been re-programmed, and that's how I feel
I just walked in the mall, now it's time to prove I'm real
{*gunshots and screams*}