You can catch me in the cherry red 1-50
Got the grizzy locked in the stizzy
Pop the clizzy goin 60 down the one wizzy
Drunk pissy, tryin to cruise through the avenue
While my peoples is poppin' bottles I pursue a rendezvous
Fuck that
Swerve the you-ey lost a hubcap
It's back in the shack came back and a what's that
Straight from Paris, takin' cabbage and baby carrage
Get some cabbage, now burn the cherry radish
Fresh out the dealer, cop the check for the squealers
Wear vests for the killers, nothing less cause it's realer
In the Big Apple, where its quick to get your shit tackled
Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you
Trust no one, got beef bust your gun
You don't need no one
Talkin' bout that you owe him
I'm a go for dolo
Scarface with a parrono
One deep, I runnin' solo
Bustin' heat through a Polo
It's hard

It's so hard (It's hard work, baby)
Yeah (I just copped 100 pounds, I'm tryin' to live, I ain't goin' nowhere)
Niggas want to be like us (I'm stayin' alive baby)
Niggas gonna bust they guns
And it's so hard (That's my wife, I paid for them titties)
Yeah (Get your own, your own, ya heard?)
Niggas want to fuck my wife
Niggas want to take my life
But its so hard

It's so hard rollin' with the squad
We like gods, catchin' somethin' at the bar, the bar, the bar
Then spit bars in Miami
Almost came home with the grammy
Next year, bringin' home 3 for the family
Watch me, you can catch it live on the Hitachi
Poppin' shit like a Nazi, iced out like Dee Piassy
Fuck that, Liberachi, 4X Versace
Somebody stop me
Never that, hey yo where my niggas at
Uptown uptown, you know you feelin that
Cash rule, hardcore you can dance to
That nigga Biggie give me (One more chance)
Take a glance and I'm off with yours
With both hands rip off my drawers and drape me like the Source Awards
I love hip hop, I ain't even probably the best lyricist alive
Terror Squad niggas stop sleepin'
What you say your name was again?
And I know you from where? Elementary school?

Niggas want to be like us (I don't know you, man!)
Niggas want to bust they guns
And it's so hard (Money, not you again, go that way)
Niggas want to fuck my wife (Loser)
Niggas want to take my life
But its so hard
Ooh, yeah
You ain't fuckin' my wife
Takin' my life
And if just hating and just walk on by
All you haters just walk on by

Writer : FRIERSON, RICHARD A/RIOS, CHRISTOPHER/GARFIELD, JULIAN I
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing