Kaze - Hard Not to k** lyrics

[DJ Paul & Juicy J adlibs] [Chorus: DJ Paul] (x4) It's hard not to k** n***as It's like an everyday job not to k** n***as So what's a n***a to do [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Me and my n***a had plenty a blunts And we had to get a half G of that Henn I swerved up into the damn liquor store Law hides, f**ed up, I'm droppin' my yak in the stash pot Forever it took the sh** seemed Cause the trick most had sweated me full of the D I was searchin' my pockets and then I heard poppin To run out and see that my n***a was bleedin' Is was Indo G and MC Mack and the Lord in bomber Hummer rollin' with the gun and Pat Finna fix these fools up a little snack Toss a few Pat, cuz, blow 'em up off the track They was talkin' sh** the other day Now the Prophet Posse got and offer Now they gonna turn away And the goddamn vomit out the stomach Servin' one, the Scarecrow servin' Henn at the cemetary I was sippin' on the brew, hittin' two true Smokin' on the crew, got a call from the damn fool Said he had the Three 6 held hostage Tryin' to get a blood pool spread on the evenin' news Then we round up the squad got The Maf and The Kaz We loadin' up the cars with the hollow tools And we comin on a run through the yard And a n***a gonna knock Triple Six wanna pop it at you Now we've got half way over the back of this four stories 'fore he fall, ten story drop n***a wanna cross me, better get a sponge to wipe up your mangled-a** body You better bring some danger toys When you f**in' with the Mafia boys Don't war wit' is we be causin' a scramble We blowed out your candle, and we come out victorious [Chorus: DJ Paul] (x4) It's hard not to k** n***as It's like an everyday job not to k** n***as So what's a n***a to do [Verse 2: MC Mack] It's seems that every f**in' day I tend to dwell more by myself My competitors run, when I co*k my gun I blast cause I'm forced to live by my rep My k**a Klan Kaze, like the Nazi's Cause we takin' you for hostage MC Mack, ho, be my street name Cause I'm cliqued by Prophet Posse You can't stop me so just watch me Left you spooked cause I flashed your set Too many motherf**ers, they know my face But I don't know them, so I sport a vest Don't test my thugs, homey, show no love Remorse ain't in me, don't f** with scrubs Get shot and robbed, 19 pull the trunk down point beam, dump those buck shot slugs Consist of k**az, coffin fillers, sign your soul to my dotted line Renig your sins and the d**h in the end Tombstone read, young n***a was blind Tryin' to see me, you can't be me So just flex on the other direction If the milli miss ya, hollow points'll hit ya In other words you're f**ed with no protection Smith & Wesson, got you stressin' Tape his mouth up while he's restin' Put them yawk thangs to his dome When he awakens, bet he with Satan Life was taken, d**h you facin' Hollow points, they got you racin' Caught you slippin', like a magician On your a**, spray this n***a, WHAT'S UP! [Chorus: DJ Paul] x4 It's hard not to k** n***as It's like and everyday job not to k** n***as So what's a n***a to do [DJ Paul & Juicy J adlibs]