Eddie James - Hardcore Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Seth Marcel, Jadakiss] [?] I love it Hardcore Uh Yea What Uh hu [Hook 1: Seth Marcel, Jadakiss] (both) This is for my dogs, hustlers, and Hardcore (let's go) Raw to the core hard like reservoir dogs (yea) (both, alternating) Get up, stand up, [Come on!] Come on throw your hands up for Ja-da-kiss, n***a' (This is for my dogs, hustlers, and Hardcore (Seth) Raw to the core hard like reservoir dogs (what) (both, alternating) Get up, stand up, [Come on!] (Come on throw your hands up for Seth-Mar-cell n***a' [Verse 1: Seth Marcel] Hey yo, Marcel squeeze on dudes like a python Hey yo wait a minute, is this motherf**ing mic on? (both) Hardcore Ya'll Need to watch me bett'a I'm like arthur fonzarelli son you [potse? whether?] I flow sick no sh**, we can do whatever This training day done this means chess not checkers Jada and Marcel, haters like all hell When's the last time you seen a two man cartel? No ghost writer, I compose wicked a** flows You too soft like the petals on a rose You can wear a bullet proof suit that goes from your neck to your toes My peeps aim at nasal holes When it comes to violence I'm really opposed But y'all never respect words till the flesh is exposed You know what to bring to the a** whopin' A wheelchair and somebody that don't mind pushing [Hook 2: Seth Marcel, Jadakiss] (both) This is for my dogs, hustlers, and Hardcore (let's go) Raw to the core hard like reservoir dogs (yea) (both, alternating) Get up, stand up, [Come on!] (Come on throw your hands up for Seth-Mar-cell n***a' (This is for my dogs, hustlers, and Hardcore (Seth) Raw to the core hard like reservoir dogs (what) (both, alternating) Get up, stand up, [Come on!] (Come on throw your hands up for Seth-Mar-cell n***a' Come on throw your hands up for Ja-da-kiss, n***a' [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Kiss is a hardcore n***a named gin (uh huh) Because I slap you 5 and still put 10 in you And I'm still in the hood, right there Glockin' Shorty got the pack, but I'm right there watchin' I can't wait for one of you f*ggot n******gs to come through Walk up with the 40 cal stop a n***a's oxygen Kids in the microwave, baby mother in the oven After we make love gnd that's what I call thugin' Some of us is out here Some is in the pen now [?] caught 60, [?] caught 10 now One n***a violate they all could get it Burning up in the old jail the walls are sweating Find your way over to the D block, get some heat n***as gotta wet they mattresses to get some sleep Kiss flow is some brain food for you lame dudes You change the game don't let the game change you Hook 1: Seth Marcel, Jadakiss] [Verse 3: Seth Marcel] My style is brainiac heavy metal I like my tracks raw just like my bauds and touch of [?] Stop MCs like to much clutch and not enough pedal I'm southern moonshine you [?] You're to soft to brawl black I seen the headline now: Fake n***a knocked out by small cat That's with the hands, I ain't even talking about guns That's another story about how your kids get trust funds Unorthodox technique makes me unique Your rhyming is weak It sounds like you ain't rhyme in a week Selling [?] tickets about how you co*k and shoot Probably wouldn't shoot your co*k in a prostitute Always talking all tough in your hooks and bars Got bodyguards because you always getting hooked in bars I ain't a thug but I ain't sweet I know two things: How to get rid of you and how to measure 6 feet [Hook 1: Seth Marcel, Jadakiss]