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The Hardest (Main Source Album Version)

Large Professor, Styles P, AZ

Main Source, 2008, İngilizce

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Yeah, it's the Ghost SP
The G-O-D, AZ
XP, it's the Ghost SP
With the G-O-D, AZ
XP, with the G-O-D, AZ (The most)
The hardest, yeah, the hardest
Okay
Okay
Pop it off, pop it off
Yeah, it's the hardest out (The hardest)
I'ma die for my cause, take the martyr route
Up North they talk about me when the yard is out (What up?)
You can't come through the hood on the mountain bike when cars is out
It's the G-H-O-S-T, go in
I'm the P-H-A-N-T, O-M (M)
Spit gems, blow him from his chin to his eyebrow
Trying to watching Beat Street and Wild Style
Get the feeling back
Whatever happеned to realer rap?
Ask my man whеre the Tequila at
I'm from a hood where they peel yo' cap (Pop)
And you ain't got a prize under
Word to the hoodie that my eyes under
Word to the hand that the gloves over (Yeah)
It's all hate when the love's over
Talk straight when a thug sober (Yeah)
But keep it quiet just shush
When you see me blowing kush on the push
Trying to get large dough
Ghost, Sosa and Large Pro
Why you think I got on my cargos
To put mad stacks in it
I burn your house with the plaques in it (Burn it)
And then I'm spraying the MAC in it
Your DJ is wack, burn his house with the wax in it (Poof)
Never kick raps if you ain't got facts in it (Never, nigga)
But regardless whatever your bars is
I don't give a fuck 'cause I be the hardest, nigga
I'm T-H-E H-R-D-E-S-T
You don't wanna see SP
Every day I wake up, it's like I'm liable to sin
Smoke haze in Bible paper, swallowing gin
I'm G-H-O-S-T
I can crack the ground and make the clouds come down
Find me if you looking for trouble
Send a hunned niggas, I'ma bust a thousand rounds
Let me get 'em
Let me get 'em
I'm the rap James Bond, my crack case gone
Got him cuffed in the court, had my mack face on
Funny walk, money walk, told black, "stay calm" (Easy, easy)
He Upnorth like a boss, tatted half his arm
Slid his mom seven grand, told her, "hold that down" (Hold that, hold that)
He fam in gold load and I pull back 'round
I'm as vicious as the realest you know
Only difference is consistence, I'm considered a pro
From the trenches 'til I'm dead and I'm inches below
It's not a game, hear the name, better snitch in with dough
You never know (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Niggas wanna see me dead
Death threats bein' spread but it's easily said, they can't touch me
Stay with a chick and a Dutchie, slim and quick
But the fifth made me feel like I'm husky, devilish
That move with a Godly aura
Most wanted in the mix tryna dodge that quarter
I'm with Tarver, and way more advanced than most
I'm with the Ghost and we bang like we champs of the coast
Put yo' gloves on
And fuck the humble shit, the love is gone
By the mornin', they'll mumble and mourn, mothaf-
Yeah, we done here
I'm T-H-E H-R-D-E-S-T (Toe tag 'em and bag 'em)
Y'all don't wanna see AZ (That's all they wanted?)
At any given minute nigga liable to flip (I got 'em, big boy)
You wanna pimp, nigga, find you a bitch, I ain't the one (And I!)
S-O-S, that's me (Pull that car, lemme get outta here!)
Got a hunned hungry goons that'll kill for free
And the same young nigga that'll torch your face
And suit up and come support at your wake (Hahahahahahahahaha)
Motherfucker
It's the Ghost SP
The G-O-D, AZ
XP, it's the Ghost SP
With the G-O-D, AZ
XP, with the G-O-D, AZ (The most)
The hardest, yeah, the hardest
Battlin' new shit
You don't wanna see SP
Styles P
I got the power in my hand