Fabolous — Hard

[Intro: Kobe] Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah) Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah) Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah) Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah [Verse 1: Kobe] Nigga, you know I'm a rider, nickel-plated llama Pull up right beside you, yep—you know this I don't give a fuck 'bout what you niggas talk 'bout Now you fuckers chalked out, yep—you know this True killers, no telling Drug dealing and convicted felons Stay strapped Drop-top seat pushed way back This is your funeral service Switch into the all-black Maybach Things change, nigga—this our year The game need a change—cold killer right here Nightmares for niggas getting they "sleep" on We keepin' the streets warm Real rich young niggas Street Fam for life—they can't fuck with us [Hook: Kobe & Fabolous] (And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard (And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard (And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Yeah) (Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard So hard ('Los'), so hard (Nice) So hard, so hard [Verse 2: Fabolous] Time to send 'em flowers and cards with our regards A special "Rest in peace" goes to all you cowards and frauds Like water in the freezer: That's how I go hard Fly in your bitch's legs: Twin-Tower your broad Gotta check your boy' Dougie (Ugh), checkerboard luggy' (Ugh) I scare the shit out niggas: Check your boy' Huggies (Woo) Death to the competition—die slow, bastard Black G-top on: Call it "closed casket" Black card titanium—no plastic Black Henny shots to the head—I'm so blasted They call me "Young Funeral" And the bitch with badder than my two-year-old (Nice) You niggas softer than a tuna roll Sushi-ass niggas, boujee-ass niggas In my Blues Brothers shades, I Belushi past niggas Nigga, I make it hard, like a pretty naked broad—what's up, son? [Hook: Kobe] (And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard (And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard (And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard So hard, so hard So hard, so hard [Verse 3: Paul Cain] You know your boy' flow extra—I'm harder than concrete Give me a couple minutes with a blunt and a hard beat (Cain) I'm all street; the hottest niggas is all sweet I'm listening and ain't heard nothing strong all week (Nah) Bury you right beside the gat you in the booth with I eat your favorite rapper for breakfast—give me a toothpick These niggas appetizers, way to bring the entree I put on for my city, so amazing—no Kanye (Nope) We running this town, Stunna Gang all day We in house and you a outcast—no André (Nah) I chase it all day; if I ain't pushing bomb yay'— Remember jack move—"hands up," like the song say (You know what it is) Play with Paul pay, I give it up the wrong way Chrome forty-four bulldog pointed the long way Without a second thought or a doubt The competition all dead—call the coroner out [Verse 4: La the Darkman] I'm hard, like Rikers Island bars (Yeah) Hard, like a inmate from Oz (Ah) La the Dark', I'll pull your card (Yeah) I lead my legion like Master Farra' (Ah) Oppose me? Must be a retard (Yeah) Get your brain ajar-ed, bullets like Brett Favre Then beat the charge, I'll beat the odds (Yeah) Big and Black with black cards and black cars (Ah) All black everything, cartel Medellín (Yeah) Specialize in coke and methamphetamines (Ah) See things cheddar brings (Yeah) Bisexual hoes, impeccable flows, Murcielagos Car-and-truck combos, how my song goes Bang hammers at niggas like Africans on congos Ah! Let me slow it down a bit I'm hard; they soft as baby shit—La! Yeah! [Hook: Kobe & La the Darkman] (And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Yeah) (Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard (Street Fam') (And I—I—I—I) We go hard (The Embassy) (Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard (AMG) (And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Ah) (Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard So hard, so hard So hard, so hard