(Hardcore...real ill
niggas) (I'm internationally known) (When I be on the
mic)
(Hardcore...real ill niggas) (So all hail the
honorable)
It's to my real ill niggas, heavyweight hitters Dough
getters, fifty ways to make figures My niggas, that come on the spot to feel
sisters Like they hear real spitters and kids on the zigga-ziggas When
it's ugly, then the club is lovely Thugs be sipping Henessey and
bubbly To my comrades that keep it flaming hot On dangerous blocks,
claiming spots Where the goal is to be one of the top-ranked
soldiers Forty-five holders, one of the high rollers Get respect in the
hood, credit is good Knock it down lumberjack style, baby, extra
wood Rock it all night long, the bang-a-thon baby Keep hanging on, we
like it with the lights on Don't have to blow twenty thou' to get to know
honey's style Show her the town, steal her heart, no money
down
(Hook)
How about some hardcore, yeah we like it raw for
sure Broads on the floor, wall to wall There's more at the door, players
ball to score 'Cause this right here is for all of y'all Rakim and Primo,
yo I got what you need bro You go see a show, smoke an L, mean yo And
deejays play hits with hard bass kicks And then they display tricks like The
Matrix Make the record fly undetected by the naked eye So just feel the
vibe 'cause your ears never lie Nowadays deejays bags of tricks,
graphic On some behind the back shit, catch it and scratch it Classic,
this kid got his craft mastered Hands is mad quick like he mix with
magic Spin it back and forth and grab it, and know just where it
is... There it is
(Hook)
To my elite peeps with the murderous
mystiques I hit the streets with beats and they critique for weeks They
be like "How that kid Ra reach the peak?" Pull out the heat and use my
technique to speak It's dangerous, sit calm and explain to kids What part
of the game this is and foreign languages They hold Ra's events in different
continents Put my lyrical contents in monuments In ghetto garments, I
rock a towel like a pharaoh Mind travel, design style like apparel My
fashions last long as a lifetime Cause I can see the future when the god
write rhymes They're mad cause I managed to reign so long Like their
chance to make money done came and gone This is strictly for my listeners on
the corners at night And the sisters that be keeping this right, when I be on
the mic