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hardcore montana - act like ya know lyrics

[verse 1: hardcore]
yo, what’s up, motherf+ckers? my name is hardcore and i’m pimpin’ all you b+tches and hoes
lettin’ you know it’s gon’ be on
with the 9+4 i’m punchin’ through the door ’cause that’s when hardcore eliminates competition
sit in the back rows b+tchin’ about they music, ’cause they say it ain’t hard as mine
but my music ain’t got nothin’ to do with the way i bust a rhyme
i’m blowin’ yo’ mind, droppin’ a dime on yo’ ear drum
i told you i was comin’ so back up, ’cause here i come
i’m just like a timebomb i react when the time comes
to do what i gotta do and that’s to make them n+ggas run, fool
i thought you knew, but you didn’t, so pay attention as i flow
hm, you better act likе you know

[verse 2: tommy wright iii]
we can get into some playеr sh+t, some gangster sh+t
whatever you wanna do, you fool, with me it’s cool
time to pop and lock another n+gga in the trunk
if you wants to talk that sh+t you must be high from smokin’ that skunk, snortin’ that phunk
’cause it’s time to leave a b+tch in the f+ckin’ street
in the creek, wherever you go you ho, is gon’ be six feet deep
time to push a buster motherf+cker off the memphis bridge
time to split a n+gga wig, ask my n+ggas down on trigg’
creepin’, never sleepin’, ’cause my back is never turnt
you’ll get burnt by some lead poppin’, leavin’ bodies droppin’ through that infrared
grippin’ the .44, gettin’ so high, ’cause a n+gga like me just dont care who die
but b+tches and snitches get treated the worse by n+ggas with trigger puttin’ folks in he+rs+
scr+ppin’ and slappin’ a b+tch so quick
1 man gang, tommy wright
straight from four corners pimpin’ ville where they creep at night
livin’ on that westside, players gots to duck and dive
rocks in my pocket, player haters just can’t stop it
takin’ a pull, sippin’ that bull with my n+ggas as we slang them thangs
ain’t no use of lyin’ to the police, mane, we ain’t gang
hardcore in department, and the four corner og’s
the magnolia crime clique stickin’ you up and leavin’ you sick
gotta do a stang, gotta gang+bang, sh+t don’t change
creepin’ real fast for your cash, ho, so where it’s stashed?
pass me a ghetto license
take my picture with a glock, and if you deep as sixteen, i gots to pack my glock 17
pull the trigger, blow a b+st+rd all the way to kingdom come
bring me some if you got some sh+lls, ’cause i’m low as h+ll
constantly loadin’, always holdin’ pistols towards the f+ckin’ sky
clips in my other hand, smoke from the blunt in my eye
og style, not buck wild, dial a crook that packs a gun
what you come out with is 789+7961
187 on a undercover cop
211 on the funky ho, so perpetrate like you know, ho
[instrumental]

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