Styles P - That's Hard lyrics

[Intro: Sample from Earl Sixteen "No Mash Up Dance"] Di dread at di control, international, control all thru di world Nuh version we martial we nuh partial We play nuff bwoy selections without objection!!! [Styles P] Two rudeboys!!! Tek and Steele whattup I love y'all [Pete Rock Scratchin] Styles P!!! [Verse 1: Styles P] I ain't tell you that I'm loco brother (Yeah!) I keep the Tek and Steele like the Cocoa Brovaz My n***as still Smif-N-Wessun to me (MY G!!!) Hard headed, the God bodies couldn't teach a lesson to me Ahkis couldn't reach me, neither could the church boys I was outside with a gun movin that work boy (I was outside!) Whattup natty head, bald head, beard men Some n***as sizzlin us we can't sear men Fried to a frickaseed, and I know I'm wicked So I don't wear rosaries or thicker beads No crosses, no Bible or Qu'ran, just survival on my mind With a gun up in my palm All spiritual n***a, I'm all lyrical Die and come back I'm the ghost of all miracles (GHOST!) I told them I could stare at Medusa (I could!) They think that I'm high but I'm really tryin to stay in the future and shoot ya!!! n***a! Ghost! [Interlude: Pete Rock Scratchin] G-G-G-'Gon take that sh** out of somebody...somebody [Verse 2:Tek] And now the DA wanna chase Cause the way I beat the case was a slap in the face And now he lookin' like an a**hole Hotter than tobasco, try'na stop our cash flow But I'm cooler than the other side of the pillow They wanna give me years that end with a zero And it's a trap try'na get rich You got raps and all types of bullsh** The connect slow, or the money short Or they wanna play for the sh** they bought Better stop buying into rations Multiply then divide into fractions Got opportunities to go global Heard a click and switched the chip in the mobile Shake the feds off my coattails Tell the little homie who the thief order a motel Now that's hard [Verse 3:Sean Price] A lot of wack n***as rappin' now and I know why One cornball pop, now the rest wanna go try All praises due to Allah, no bow tie My whole Family stay Stoned, I'm so Sly Cry now, cry later, no laughin' Cocaine hills in the crib, so Aspen No acting, Bokeem Woodbine Blow caps back and your whole damn team die (P!) Slave master, I sell white girl I don't eat ham motherf**er I might hurl Sean Price, I got the murder flow Rap President rule the world, Kurtis Blow Give a f** about nobody, I hold shotties Upstate New York is where I throw bodies Sean's grimy n***a Rape you, make you "Say It Again", Ron Isley n***a Now that's hard f**outtahere, P! [Verse 4:Steele]