WC - So Hard lyrics

[Intro: W.C.] Ahh sh**, god damn, n***as done f**ed up W.C. and Face done hooked up From the West to the South, worldwide n***a Y'all know what I'm talkin' about We gon' do it like this for all my gutter n***as On the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out [Hook] - X 2 Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears Toss fingers in the sky, f** hoes and stay high) [W.C.] I started off small-time Snatchin' purses and robbin' n***as for all mine Used to love to catch you n***as known to high sign Bomb on they a** from the blind side My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper A teenager, hollow-point slugger In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter Gots to get mo' money, mo' money Can't get p**y with no money, it's funny When I was broke b**hes laughed Til' I met this b**h by the name of rap Now with my Night Train it's X.O So Mr. Officer, f** you and my ex-hoes I know it's hard to see a n***a make the bumper swang But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherf**er [Hook] - X 2 Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears Toss fingers in the sky, f** hoes and stay high) [Scarface] The real n***as is back, cause there's too many Bullsh** records, out on the racks, f**in' up the craft But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby I rap about the sh** I do, or the sh** I've been through Cause I was taught you up your shoot I've got a body count beyond belief, cause there's an arm in me Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life (Now who the f** thinkin' they want it with Mob? When I can map out a job to have a n***a come and level your squad) One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps Who gives a f** about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets [Hook] - X 2 Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears Toss fingers in the sky, f** hoes and stay high) [W.C.] I'll break n***as, shake n***as, fake n***as Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' n***as W.C. and Face n***a, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots Buggin' these n***as with buckshots In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters Keep it gutter, get the paper motherf**er [Hook] - X 2 Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears Toss fingers in the sky, f** hoes and stay high) [Scarface] (W.C.) I'm from the Southside, and I'm k**in' with the flow And I'm here to let these n***as know (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo' And I'm here to let you n***as know) I'm from the Southside, and I'm k**in' with the flow And I'm here to let these n***as know (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo' And I'm here to let you n***as know)