Hard Songtext
von Large Professor

When it all boils down
Who got the motherfuckin′ crown?
For makin' that (Hard)

Hard, street, ghetto rugged
Beat that′ll make your whole crew say, "Fuck it"
Hard, street, ghetto wild
Beat that'll make you feel my style
Hard, street, ghetto beat
That I play when I think about out in the street
I got the hard, street, ghetto style

What about the smooth shit? Yeah, I can do that too
What about the groove shit? Yeah, I can do that too


But when it comes time to rock the block
Who got that old mad ghetto type shit stocked and locked?
Large Pro, for those who don't know
Which way to go, listen to your man′s latest show
With the hard, street, you know the routine
On the concrete, where the things ain′t too clean
And it only gets rougher, and some have to suffer
I was there, and even had to get my share
But as long as I'm alive, I will never forget
What I had to go through to hit, that′s why I play the

Hard, street, ghetto rugged
Beat that'll make your whole crew say, "Fuck it"
Hard, street, ghetto wild
Beat that′ll make you feel my style
Hard, street, ghetto beat
That I play when I think about out in the street
I got the hard, street, ghetto style


You see, it's all in my blood, so I can never be a dud
The street mentality′ll have you like, "What?"
When you're walkin' around, both feet on the ground
No drive, about to take a nose dive
Kid, it ain′t no joke, you either get gat or go broke
Or get busy, the way the world turns, you get dizzy
In a spin, so listen to the rhymes I send
They′re only a reflection of the times I've been
On the street, tryna make it on my own, alone
I′ve grown, and now I'm here to let it be known
That a wish on a star might be too far-fetched to catch
Especially when you′re tryna stretch
One dollar to the next on the cement, with mad heads schemin'
That ain′t got a chance, they're dreamin'
And deal with the real with determination
In this burnin′ nation, and listen to the

Hard, street, ghetto rugged
Beat that′ll make your whole crew say, "Fuck it"
Hard, street, ghetto wild
Beat that'll make you feel my style
Hard, street, ghetto beat
That I play when I think about out in the street
I got the hard, street, ghetto style

Ha-ha-ha-ha-hard

You see, if you can make it on the streets
You′re live enough to make it any place, I've seen many waste
Mad time and talent, and I just stay silent
′Cause I ain't goin′ out tryna preach a nonviolent
Community rap, I had to learn, the streets'll burn
Any man that is not concerned
With a plan for a future, someone could just shoot ya
At any given, that's why I thank God I′m livin′
On this here day, to relay, the message I say
About the (Hard)

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