[DJ Premier scratches hook]



(Hardcore...real ill niggas)

(I'm internationally known)

(When I be on the mic)



(Hardcore...real ill niggas)

(I'm internationally known, yo)



(Hardcore...real ill niggas)

(I'm internationally known)

(When I be on the mic)



(Hardcore...real ill niggas)

(So all hail the honorable)



It's to my real ill niggas, heavyweight hitters

Dough getters, fifty ways to make figures

My niggas, that come on the spot to feel sisters

Like they hear real spitters and kids on the zigga-ziggas

When it's ugly, then the club is lovely

Thugs be sipping Henessey and bubbly

To my comrades that keep it flaming hot

On dangerous blocks, claiming spots

Where the goal is to be one of the top-ranked soldiers

Forty-five holders, one of the high rollers

Get respect in the hood, credit is good

Knock it down lumberjack style, baby, extra wood

Rock it all night long, the bang-a-thon baby

Keep hanging on, we like it with the lights on

Don't have to blow twenty thou' to get to know honey's style

Show her the town, steal her heart, no money down



(Hook)



How about some hardcore, yeah we like it raw for sure

Broads on the floor, wall to wall

There's more at the door, players ball to score

'Cause this right here is for all of y'all

Rakim and Primo, yo I got what you need bro

You go see a show, smoke an L, mean yo

And deejays play hits with hard bass kicks

And then they display tricks like The Matrix

Make the record fly undetected by the naked eye

So just feel the vibe 'cause your ears never lie

Nowadays deejays bags of tricks, graphic

On some behind the back shit, catch it and scratch it

Classic, this kid got his