Hard To Kill

歌詞

[a.g] Before becoming a runaway slave, here's a taste of Mental slavery. a backtrack... (you don't catch hell because you're a methodist or a baptist You don't catch hell because you're a democrat or republilcan You don't catch hell because you're a mason or an elk And you sure don't catch hell because you're an american Because if you were an american you wouldn't catch no hell You don't catch hell because you're a black man.) Check it, many try to come close Rest in peace to the deceased and the rest are comatose I'm not a joke and I go for broke And while I'm laughing you'll be gagging from the motherfucking gunsmoke Walk the streets and I play for keeps And while I entertain suckers stay six feet deep It was good while it lasted Broken bones and asses, tombstones and caskets I got fleeced, I'm not strapped, I'm a get you back Me saying mayday with an ak, picture that Getting my props while you're propless And if you try and escape, we'll take grandma for hostage I carry my joint Hoping to smoke a sucker just to keep on point When dre's team goes to extremes call up an m.d. Wetting a strip til my whole clip is empty Oh-ops and tecs ready to wreck the site Whoever's next to step is knifed in broad daylight Don't try to run, you'll get blocked off I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off If I get back I get out with the quickness The d.a., the judge and the jury's on my hitlist Dressed in black with a hoodie and a low hat (what you did? ) spoke to the witness, now the witness don't know jack The giant and his crew are ill We're sick-ass convicts, we're hard to kill My boys from new york