M.o.p. - How 'bout Some Hardcore (feat. Butch Vig) Lyrics
[ 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 deepWith your ifth on your hip, ready to flipWhenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekickYou got skill, you best manage to chillAnd do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the HillWith that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost yaMake you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer'I move with M.O.P.'s Last GenerationStraight up and down, act like you want a confrontationI packs my gat, I gotta stay strappedI bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behindDon't sleep, I get deep when I creepI see right now I got to show you it ain't nothin sweetGo get your mutha*****in hammerAnd act like you want dramaI 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 deathHe's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the domeI 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 metalA rugged underground freestylerIs Li'l Fame, mutha*****a, slap, Li'l MalletWhen I let off, it's a burning desireNiggas increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fireFor the cause I drop niggas like drawersNiggas'll hit the floors from the mutha*****in .44'sI'm talkin titles when it's showtime***** around, I have n
