[ Billy Danzenie ]

How about some hardcore?

(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)

How about some hardcore?



[ VERSE 1: Billy Danzenie ]

(Yeah, we like it raw in the streets)

For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep

With your ifth on your hip, ready to flip

Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick

You got skill, you best manage to chill

And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill

With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost ya

Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer'

I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation

Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation

I packs my gat, I gotta stay strapped

I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind

Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep

I see right now I got to show you it ain't nothin sweet

Go get your muthafuckin hammer

And act like you want drama

I send a message to your mama

'Hello, do you know your one son left?

I had license to kill and he had been marked for death

He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the dome

I left him stiffer than a tombstone'



[ Li'l Fame ]

How about some hardcore?

(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)

How about some hardcore?



[ VERSE 2: Billy Danzenie ]

(Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto)

I used to pack sling shots, but now I'm packin heavy metal

A rugged underground freestyler

Is Li'l Fame, muthafucka, slap, Li'l Mallet

When I let off, it's a burning desire

Niggas increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fire

For the cause I drop niggas like drawers

Niggas'll hit the floors from the muthafuckin .44's

I'm talkin titles when it's showtime

Fuck around, I have n