Showbiz & A.g. - Hard To Kill Lyrics
[a.g]Before becoming a runaway slave, heres a taste ofMental slavery. a backtrack...(you dont catch hell because youre a methodist or a baptistYou dont catch hell because youre a democrat or republilcanYou dont catch hell because youre a mason or an elkAnd you sure dont catch hell because youre an americanBecause if you were an american you wouldnt catch no hellYou dont catch hell because youre a black man.)Check it, many try to come closeRest in peace to the deceased and the rest are comatoseIm not a joke and I go for brokeAnd while Im laughing youll be gagging from the mother*****ing gunsmokeWalk the streets and I play for keepsAnd while I entertain suckers stay six feet deepIt was good while it lastedBroken bones and asses, tombstones and casketsI got fleeced, Im not strapped, Im a get you backMe saying mayday with an ak, picture thatGetting my props while youre proplessAnd if you try and escape, well take grandma for hostageI carry my jointHoping to smoke a sucker just to keep on pointWhen dres team goes to extremes call up an m.d.Wetting a strip til my whole clip is emptyOh-ops and tecs ready to wreck the siteWhoevers next to step is knifed in broad daylightDont try to run, youll get blocked offI got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked offIf I get back I get out with the quicknessThe d.a., the judge and the jurys on my hitlistDressed in black with a hoodie and a low hat(what you did? ) spoke to the witness, now the witness dont know jackThe giant and his crew are illWere sick-ass convicts, were hard to killMy boys from new york (is hard to kill)The brothers from jersey (is hard to kill)I say out in philly (is hard to kill)And the brothers in boston (is hard to kill)To all my peeps in cali (is hard to kill)Dont forget about atlanta (is hard to kill)To all my boys in connecticut (is hard to kill)To my crew in texas (is hard to kill)Im around the way, 141st and 3rd40 bottles on the curb and my man got the bag of herbAnother brother tried to get illAnd try to take me out on my block, he forgot I was hard to killI ran for cover so the brother missedHe hit my man in the head, now ed is dead, yo what is this?I wont stop until I see him restHe got popped by the cops, too late for the emsAint no chance for survival (whys that? )He tried to go head on, now hes dead on arrivalNow you know I dont play aroundCause the clown is face down and uptown is his burial groundYou want beef? well the more the merrierAnd Im a bury that mans clan in the same areaMy entourage is fully strappedTurning your hard bodyguards to wussy, and ***** catsYou know how we do itPutting the glock to the test, go get your vest, Im going right through itHe survived in intensive careDid the impossible in the hospital (knocked him off right there)Im an expert at disposalYou see, everyone goes, on foes Im killing hoes tooNobody takes the witness standYour ass is out, Im cleaning niggas out like spic n spanYou want beef with a mastermind?But its fine, pass the nine, now its disaster timeI love conflict and confrontationKilling enemies worse than kennedys assassinationBut thats not my styleI just got buckwild so I could prove I was versatileStyles go on and onA.g. is all about peace, speaking of peace, now Im goneTo the brothers in d.c. (is hard to kill)And the brothers in va (is hard to kill)Down in north carolina (is hard to kill)How about the brothers in maryland? (is hard to kill)
