That's Hard (feat. Sean Price & Styles P)

The dread at the control

International

Control all through the world

Nuh version we martial we nuh partial

We play buff bwoy selections without objection

Two rudeboys

Tek and Steele what up? I love y'all

I ain't tell you that I'm loco brother

I keep the Tek and a Steele like a Coco Brova

My **** still Smif n' Wesson to me

Hard headed, the God bodies couldn't teach a lesson to me

Ahkis couldn't reach me, neither could the church boys

I was outside with a gun movin' that work boy, I was outside

What up natty head, bald head, beard men?

Some **** sizzling us, we can't sear men

Fried to a frickaseed

And I know I'm wicked so I don't wear rosaries or thicker beads

No crosses, no Bible or Qu'ran

Just survival on my mind, with a gun up in my palm

All spiritual ****, I'm all lyrical

Die and come back I'm ghost of all miracles, ghost

I told them I could stare at Medusa, I could

They think that I'm high but I'm really tryin' to stay in the future and shoot ya

****, ghost

Gon' take that shit out of somebody, somebody

And now the DA wanna chase

'Cause the way I beat the case was a slap in the face

And now he lookin' like an asshole

Hotter than Tabasco, tryna stop our cash flow

But I'm cooler than the other side of the pillow

They wanna give me years that end with a zero

And it's a trap tryna get rich

You got raps and all types of bullshit

They connect slow, or the money short

Or they wanna play for the shit they bought

Better stop buying into rations

Multiply then divide into fractions

Got opportunities to go global

Heard a click and switched the chip in the mobile

Shake the feds off my coat tails

Tell the little homie who the thief order a motel

Now that's hard

A lot of wack **** rappin' now and I know why

One cornball pop, now the rest wanna go try

All praises due to Allah, no bow tie

My whole family stay stoned, I'm so sly

Cry now, cry later, no laughin'

Cocaine hills in the crib, so Aspen

No acting, Bokeem Woodbine

Blow caps back and your whole damn team die

Slave master, I sell white girl

I don't eat ham, motherfucker, I might hurl

Sean Price, I got the murder flow

Rap President rule the world, Kurtis Blow

Give a fuck about nobody, I hold shotties

Upstate New York is where I throw bodies

Sean's grimy ****

Rape you, make you 'say it again', Ron Isley ****

Now that's hard

Fuckouttahere, P!

Yeah, I remember when the boss is hard

Now rap cast pick guitars, singing songs for broads

Vinnie or vixens follow the star session

Wanna be a barbie doll, Nicki Minaj

What's happening now?

Go leave on the raw

When you hear that clapping sound, there won't be an applause

I don't need no bodyguards but my body is guard

Body every body that's in the squad

The bottom line is I'm sick and mature

You're miniature, you're a caricature

I don't listen to your rap, I listen to Shawn

Pete told me fuck that, get the missiles and bombs

Don't get involved with **** riffing their songs

I don't battle rap a rat attack amid of a war

A boss covered in scars

Yeah, a stone wall, cold fort, covered in palm

And that's hard, that's hard, that's hard

If the west ain't got classic flow

Shawn Price the best rap in this

The west ain't got classic flow

Shawn Price the best rap in this

The west ain't got classic flow

Shawn Price the best rap in this

The west ain't got classic flow

Shawn Price the best rap in this