How Hard Is It?

Think they could test the performance of an ancient rapper
I wanna know, how hard do you want it?
So send it to they call the battle
I wanna know, how hard do you want it?
One, two, three, four, hardcore, hardcore
I saw a cat with a scat, he was blowin' like coal-train
Let me break it down in a dialect badder
I gotta jump on the A-Train
Easier said than what the mono said

These is when you diss, emcees take it

I'ma raw I let it rappin', now I'm more
And at night, I was back and the Jeep

So how hard is it?

That pass gats, so I put the gas mask on the mic
So how hard is it?

Droppin' emcees like a bad habit
And listen to the battle of the saxin' in your emcee
I wanna know, how hard do you want it?
So keep your eyes on the prize, don't be surprised

Kids have a seat and don't miss a beat
So how hard is it?
'Cause there's more than righter rapper, paid for the rapper be-bop
Gun on a Sunday, a bloody Sunday, so what's the resume?
'Cause on my half, I may pull out a semi-automatic sixty-eight
I keep it positive and not so negative
Your ball, you're waitin' for me to fall but I won't
Coolin' breezin' at the teas and how can emcees do was sneeze
Ever since I used my man, I moved to Jersey
Call Red Rock, call Red Rock, call
There were blasts 'cause I do it, it's my task
Watch yourself for your health, I'll snatch your last breath

Simple, the riddle, who's the monkey in the middle?
I wanna know, how hard do you want it?

'Cause I got a big bop, I'm wanted by the block
Squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin'
Buy her back, buy a cat, I got scratched in a day to kidnap

I caught a heart attack when I heard my cousin got caught
I rock and shock the dough is show
It could mean rewind the gun, check me baby

Heads got felt in the force I heard a Milky Way
So how hard is it?
I gave him a dollar, he said are you a rapper?
I wanna know, how hard do you want it?
The Privates' don't make the orders
I wanna know, how hard do you want it?
In Avenue D., in Brooklyn, New York City
And all the jumper, the guys that I see to me pass the class
Now Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock
Squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin'
It's the General that makes the wig-wack
You couldn't ride me if you went behind the bush, gush
Then I left you up for another one bite, the dust
Launch it, it's tragic, no magic, the realistic maggot
'Cause I roll with the army of sixty-eight
Stick this business, stock me up, they took me coat with a stun
It could mean rewind the gun, check me baby
Wait a second, draw back ban, there I come
Flower, blow
Check out the vocab, it'll get out, then do it again
So how hard is it?
'Cause he said everybody's rappin', them and they momma
Got attacked by a gang that sold crack
So I pulled out my mack to get out of this crap
Gift of the guy, if you're good, you're good, if you're bad, you're bad
So how hard is it?
But the posse was strapped, it was nothin' but crap
Microphone sniper 'cause it'll be the prowler
So when I grab the mic I grab it like a gangster

Don't leave the gadget or you'll be gat it

But realistically, God could have called me early

Mad and they ignorance
My boys' said give him a call
Though I wish I could zap outta here but I quack like a dog
Here come the Pras with a new package

I rock and shock the dough is show

I take a ruff-neck, chicken make stop in stone top
Watch around my back, it's mainly static

So how hard is it?
I got cuffed in the back, in the jail, there were rats
'Cause a life of the hood make it a little triggery
Leave the style alone, don't try to follow me
What's the goose, so let me cut his neck loose, yo