[big ed]



I am the hardest



Nigga on wax, big ed back (assass' on)

No limit soldier retracts, i got my blast on

Hard to the bone, military minded nigga

We started this shit, must i remind you niggas

So i'm going all out, motherfuck the fall out

I'll blow the wall on these hundred round drums

And the i haul out, won't stop, can't stop,

Before i stop, you drop, get retarted



I am the hardest



One on stage, bust with a rage,

I keep the crowd bucked like a gauge, hyper's my trade

I give the crowd rowdy hooks, associated with crooks

Dance floor filled with jabbing right hooks

I get the crowd shook, and they don't wanna dance no mo'

Cause all my thug niggas fighting on the floor

Throw you set up, i'm not the tightest or most lyrical artist

But -



I am the hardest



Chorus:



Nigga what you want? shit you ride on your enemies

Hooks that make 'em bleed, for all my niggas that's on the streets

I won't stop this how i eat, so fuck all y'all who question me

Bust hardcore rhymes over harcore beats



I am the hardest



Rapper, point blank period

Player you could run up and make this whole thing serious

Mess around and get me furious

Oh you'se the hardest, i can believe that i'm hearing this

Just because you sold more units don't make you harder

It just means your record executes were alittle bit smarter

Boy you better get up out the quarter



I am the hardest



One with the mic, i'm not the tightest, that's mystikal

But i get this motherfucker physical

Go to dallas, chi-town, indy, a-t-l

St. louis in the streets they know me well

In orlando i got 'em taking it to the trunk

On this album i'ma give 'em all what they want

Full blown funk, and yo big l, run that shit let's get it started



I am the hardest



Chorus:



Nigga what you want? shit you ride on your enemies

Hooks that make 'em bleed, for all my niggas that's on the streets

I won't stop this how i eat, so fuck all y'all who question me

Bust hardcore rhymes over harcore beats



I am the hardest



Soldier in this war, this game we call rap

Kick the door in with 10 straps, explosive habits

Must i relate back to pimps, hustlers, gangstas and macks

I keep gats and i bust 'em just like that *guns fires*

Hoes sweatin' out they perm, they got 'fro backs

See i'ma throw back with other switch styles to the keep the floor packed

Fuck you haters i'ma get mine regardless



I am the hardest