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WC

"So Hard"

[Intro: W.C.]
Ahh sh*t, god damn, n*ggas done f*cked up
W.C. and Face done hooked up
From the West to the South, worldwide n*gga
Y'all know what I'm talkin' about
We gon' do it like this for all my gutter n*ggas
On the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out

[Hook] - X 2
Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know
It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos
(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky, f*ck hoes and stay high)

[W.C.]
I started off small-time
Snatchin' purses and robbin' n*ggas for all mine
Used to love to catch you n*ggas known to high sign
Bomb on they ass from the blind side
My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier
So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper
A teenager, hollow-point slugger
In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter
Gots to get mo' money, mo' money
Can't get pus*y with no money, it's funny
When I was broke b*tches laughed
Til' I met this b*tch by the name of rap
Now with my Night Train it's X.O
So Mr. Officer, f*ck you and my ex-hoes
I know it's hard to see a n*gga make the bumper swang
But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherf*cker

[Hook] - X 2
Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know
It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos
(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky, f*ck hoes and stay high)

[Scarface]
The real n*ggas is back, cause there's too many
Bullsh*t records, out on the racks, f*ckin' up the craft
But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it
The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it
You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley
Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby
I rap about the sh*t I do, or the sh*t I've been through
Cause I was taught you up your shoot
I've got a body count beyond belief, cause there's an arm in me
Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see
I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right
Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life
(Now who the f*ck thinkin' they want it with Mob?
When I can map out a job to have a n*gga come and level your squad)
One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps
Who gives a f*ck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets

[Hook] - X 2
Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know
It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos
(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky, f*ck hoes and stay high)

[W.C.]
I'll break n*ggas, shake n*ggas, fake n*ggas
Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' n*ggas
W.C. and Face n*gga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots
Buggin' these n*ggas with buckshots
In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop
Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block
Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters
Keep it gutter, get the paper motherf*cker

[Hook] - X 2
Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know
It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos
(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky, f*ck hoes and stay high)

[Scarface] (W.C.)
I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow
And I'm here to let these n*ggas know
(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'
And I'm here to let you n*ggas know)
I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow
And I'm here to let these n*ggas know
(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'
And I'm here to let you n*ggas know)

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