The Fugees - How Hard is It? lyrics

Wait a second, draw back, ban this here I come Stick this business, stock me up, they took me coat with a stun gun On a Sunday, a bloody Sunday, so what's the resume? Heads got felt in the force I heard a Milky Way I caught a heart attack when I heard my cousin ? In Avenue D. in Brooklyn New York City Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey But realistically, God, could of called me early 'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by the block I take a ruff-neck chicken make stop in stone top 'Cause I roll with the army of sixty-eight The Privates' don't make the orders it's the General that makes the wig-wack Buy her back, buy a cat, I got scratched in a day to kidnap And at night I was back and the Jeep got attacked by a gang that sold crack But the posse was strapped it was nothin' but crap!! I got cuffed in the back, in the jail there were rats So I pulled out my mack to get out of this crap Though I wish I could zap outta here but I quack like a dog That pa** gats so I put the gas mask on the mic There were blasts cause I do it it's my task And all the jumper the guys that I see to me pa** the cla** Check out the vocab, it'll get out, then get it, do it again Gift of the guy if you're good you're good, if you're bad you're bad [Chorus] So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get) I want to know, how hard do you want to it? (Hard as it can get) One, two (One, two), three, four (Three, four) Hardcore (Hardcore), hardcore (Hardcore) Yo, watch yourself for your health I'll snatch your last breath Then I left you up for another one bites the dust You couldn't ride me if you went behind the bush, gush Leave the style alone, don't try to follow me 'Cause a life of the hood make it a little triggery So keep your eyes on the prize, don't be surprised 'Cause on my half I may pull out a semi-automatic sixty-eight Watch around my back it's mainly static Droppin' emcees like a bad habit Here come the Pras with a new package Mad and they ignorance, think they can test the performance of an ancient (Rapper!) Let me break it down in a dialect (Badder!) Easier said than what the mono said 'Cause there's more than righter rapper, paid for the rapper be-bop 'Cause he said everybody's rappin', them and they momma So when I grab the mic I grab it like a gangster Microphone sniper 'cause it'll be the prowler Launch it, it's trife, no magic, the realistic maggot Don't leave the gadget or you'll be gat it Simple, the riddle, who's the monkey in the middle What's the goose, um! So let me cut his neck loose yo I keep it positive and not so negative These is when you diss, emcees take it So send it to they call the battle I'ma raw I let it rappin' now I'm more Your ball, you're waitin' for me to fall, but I won't [Chorus] I gotta jump on the A-Train, I saw cat with a scat he was blowin' like Coltrane My boys' said give him a call, I gave him a dollar, he said are you a rapper? Kids have a seat and don't miss a beat and listen to the battle of the saxin' in your emcee Now Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock call (It could mean rewind the gun-check me baby) I rock and shock the dough is show squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin' (It could mean rewind the gun-check me baby) I rock and shock the dough is show squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin' Coolin' breezin' at the teas and how can emcees do was sneeze (Flower, blow!) [Chorus: Repeat]