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tru - hard n's lyrics

[c-murder talking]

[hook]
we some hard n-gg-s, hard n-gg-s, hard n-gg-s
we some hard n-gg-s, hard n-gg-s, hard n-gg-s (some bad motherf-ckas)
we some hard n-gg-s, hard n-gg-s, hard n-gg-s
we some hard n-gg-s, hard n-gg-s, hard n-gg-s (some bad motherf-ckas)

[c-murder]
i make money off top, turning caine into rocks
and i carry two glocks, so i can’t be stopped
from the city to the state, i’m pushing rhymes like weight
pitbulls by the gate, and got the camera with?
and twenty g’s in my draws, money taped to my b-lls
and i really can’t move [why?] or that sh-t might fall
i’m a gangsta, i sell dope n-gg-, it’s my job
’89 was the year when i started to rob
i’m a fool, i used to smoke weed at school
and got kicked out because i toted a tool
other n-gg-s used to run, but me i stood still
cuz if a n-gg- f-cked up [hmph!]? was killed
and ask sam, i’m blowing on fools like what!
that n-gg- opened his mouth, so i f-cked him up
n-gg- what, you don’t want me to pull this trigger
i told you motherf-ckas we some hard -ss n-gg-s [b-tch]

[hook] x2

[master p]
mask up with the homies when it’s time to ride
n-gg-s thugged out wit’ life til’ the day that we die
tattoos on my arm n-gg- stomach and back
they c-cking tech-9’s like a mechanic c-ck a car-jack
i’m from the city where we don’t give a f-ck
n-gg-? up the wrong hood and n-gg-s gon’ shut you up
n-gg- we bout big bucks, stash outdoor in the cut
holla ‘hoody hoo’ when the rollers rode up
we ghetto millionaires, but they call us rejects
because we love to smoke weed and f-ck b-tches in the project
i tried to creep threw the hood and them feds tried to book me
he said what you doing back here in new o. i say i love ghetto p-ssy

[hook]

[fiend]
[waump! waump!]
i’m ghetto? getting my profession them b-lls working deadly weapons
if i die them young n-gg-s can take it as a lesson
my clips be side jumping but a n-gg- name wessun, first name smith
known in the hood for pretty?
let me introduce myself, the one that toted shotty!
tossing em in ya body
blame it on the bacardi
n-gg-s don’t wanna start me
i’m b-a-d, sometimes i get kinda afraid of me
survivors thun graded me on brains batts and all
because befo’ i steer em wrong,
i’d rather have my?
the hardest is gone, i just arrived collecting was rightly mine
you won’t some hard n-gg-s you can catch us on the grind [we some]

[hook]

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