Prince Po - The Hardway lyrics

[Verse 1: Godfather] It was all a dream, I used to watch Big on the screen And write rhymes puffing the green, now why me? Now it's like steam, who got it? That's who gon' get it Either with the clips or the snitches Spade razor style, sh** was so suspicious That's why I get with the kid, sorta vicious Just on some rap sh**, I'm on stitches And that means I'm not in the mood to score b**hes And cut 'em from the pack when they f**ing up the stack In fact, right now I'm like ''f** 'em'' on the track It wasn't all that, the whole nine That's how I hold mine to add the f** on to this gold mine Rappers get a cold nine or ten 'til they never rhyme again And it's a matter of time 'til I send this d**h threat lyrically But remember, you really didn't hear it from me Mans to be, no one I'm the last n***a alive to show them Precisely how a flow done All done, from way back, I can say that I been here laying this sh** since the payback [Hook: Godfather] When they call me it's just for demolition strictly I'm the guy to get, the guy who spit sickly Forget me, what about y'all? Rented stars Spitting wack bars like you hard, linen God I'm not much mentioning y'all when I'm in charge Plus I can charge when I want like the gods co*k n***as who rhyme, watch n***as who shine Just put the hot in your chest like a few lines [Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man] Ayo, sh** is realistic, anarchy, punk rock style Call me ''sh** vicious'', ignorant sh**, I dig that sh** Going stupid, special ED student To this industry I'm a nuisance The dirtiest, we go through with Long Island thug kids Don't know how to act White boys that think they're black We sneaking up behind you, watch out You can hear the music in the background When we 'bout to pop out we in the vehicle Hop out with the crowbar, oh pa Old school, snatch you out your car We drive up the block to the spot where the hoes are Pick up my little brother, Johnny Omar We care about sh** still, Rugged Man, still hated Mr. Kubrick, say my name, b**h Y'all know what my name is, The R. Rugged A The Godfather Don in he motherf**er [Hook] [Verse 3: Prince Po] I got a pitbull attitude, a pitbull bite sh**, full of fire like that a** right Shine without a flashlight, getting my cash right Don, remember last night? n***as tried to rob us, dropped the gla** pipe Blow, Prince keeps his gats tight, n***as is strife sh** on their own, they won't contribute to their own fast life For real, n***a, sh** been hectic I only make moves that proves to be effective Stash tight for close ones who decide to fake jacks Trust the loyalty, older than 8 tracks A soldier that'll break backs Not entirely surely, easier than most speed Pull on some more weed High enough to see you shook from all the snitching A small time crook who met with cops in the kitchen As the plot starts to thicken we treat lower Even my girl bust a nine, I had to show her [Hook]