joell ortiz & kxng crooked – h.a.r.d lyrics
[verse 1: kxng crooked]
we met each other on a magazine cover
it’s like god told us we had to be brothers
in this rap music
never f+ckin with beat+makers
just the (heatmakerz)
we makin (crack music)
all hail the kxng, i’m back
this time around i’m coming to get it all
bigger in the hood [???], yeah i’m k!llin y’all
porsche with the ceilin off
pink blacker than the skin of senegal
i’m night+crawling like jake gyllenhaal
all independent tho, but you can’t tell by the way i’m spendin tho
out here, talk is [???] the kitchen floor
y’all rock aluminum cans, your jewelry’s [???]
mine got a green with [????], piccolo
pick a flow, i smack a rapper with a lyric
that’ll hit ’em harder than the n+gga ridd+ck bowe, then
go, go and let critics know
crooked came up on food stamps, he knew he be a champ
now the louis v is stamped on my boot clamp
b+tches know, they wave when i smash past
try to flag me down like the star+spangle at half+mast
my money was young, i didn’t have cash
now i’m like the comedian headlining, i knew i get the last laugh
really tho
[hook: mark sx]
[verse 2: joell ortiz]
yeah brother
been a ride since that cover
from the hood to seeing the whole world with one another
with two other motherf+ckers among us, the four sluggers
to this day we break the internet, we talk to each other
maybe one day we’ll reunite at coach+lla
till then it’s just me and my dawg, ho yella
joell is just a fresh p+wn teller from the ‘jects with dope sellers
war vests and chrome metal would eject the whole melons
was a mess in front of the building
i’m minding my business, bumping that audio two
sippin my yoohoo
milk, i was chillin
buffalo hat, stop billing, man, give me credit
i survived in a era where starter would get you ended
it was cool to get love, but still move with your snub
cause that 8+ball’ll have you playin pool, full of blood
fast forward, just bought a billiard room in a club
chalk it up to how i still be in these booze with the drugs
the yaowa
like the most potent sour
diesel flower, crushed with the cocoa leaf
when that’s a high powered powder
like how the
f+ck can the sound of me have you both down and up together
like the staircase i came outta
i amounted to more than any coward fingers could count up
i got bullets for haters and a trigger for doubters
two sig sauers, become a headache
they’ll leave you right over the counter
[??????????]
[????] now the neighbors wave
they see me come down a
block, i ‘member my shop
teacher telling me stop
with the beatbox, lunch table, hip+hop, i’m a flop
he failed me
20 years later look who’s setting up shop
for real tho
[hook: mark sx]
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