I Go Hard

I got the Metro card, you got the Porsche
I got plaque in my wallet, you like to floss
I cop two Coronas and you buy out the bar
I represent hip-hop, who’s the real star?

You got ghost writers and I spit from the cranium
You say you got guns, since 12 I’ve been aiming ‘em
Before you went platinum you wasn’t getting no ass
Now you sold out homie, now you given’ em asses
Like I’m givin’ a mass the way I preach to the choir
From the depths of hell I spit nothin’ but fire

It’s the goal of the streets, it’s the passion in my heart
It’s the pain and poverty that makes me rip tracks apart
I’m the truth when I step in the booth
When I’m rippin’ the crowd

I’m taking over the industry
I’m airing ‘em out
Nothing to lose ‘cept my hat and my shoes
From a sinner to a winner now I just can’t lose

Your cash ain’t gonna help you if you ain’t quick on the trigger
Your name is big, but my pull is bigger
I go hard, I go hard
When the chips are down, you won’t see me coming
By the time you turn around, your whole crew is runnin’
I go hard, I go hard

America is at war, hip-hop is full of whores
They wouldn't let me in so I kicked down the door
I ain't waivin' the .44, waving the black flag
Or the black mask with a black bag full of blackjacks
Ice grillin' the game like where's my cash at?

Fuckers fake-ass battles – T.O.N.E.Z is past that
The essence of hip-hop, this ain't no flashback
I'm the future, forever funky like an ass-crack
Oh! My voice is power and my word is law

My princess alone deserves a throne
I didn't want to be king, I just want to do my thing
Find a queen give her a ring and be seen
Put a little paper aside for my sons
Take a li'l' vacay, chill under the sun
Show love to other artists who stay on the grind
And have my lyrics remembered till the end of time

I go hard
I go hard
I go hard
I go hard