Hard

[Intro: Kobe]

Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 1: Kobe]

Nigga, you know I'm a rider, nickel-plated llama

Pull up right beside you, yep—you know this

I don't give a fuck 'bout what you niggas talk 'bout

Now you fuckers chalked out, yep—you know this

True killers, no telling

Drug dealing and convicted felons

Stay strapped

Drop-top seat pushed way back

This is your funeral service

Switch into the all-black Maybach

Things change, nigga—this our year

The game need a change—cold killer right here

Nightmares for niggas getting they "sleep" on

We keepin' the streets warm

Real rich young niggas

Street Fam for life—they can't fuck with us

[Chorus: Kobe & Fabolous]

(And I—I—I—I) We go hard

(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard

(And I—I—I—I) We go hard

(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard

(And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Yeah)

(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard

So hard ('Los'), so hard (Nice)

So hard, so hard

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

Time to send 'em flowers and cards with our regards

A special "Rest in peace" goes to all you cowards and frauds

Like water in the freezer: That's how I go hard

Fly in your bitch's legs: Twin-Tower your broad

Gotta check your boy' Dougie (Ugh), checkerboard luggy' (Ugh)

I scare the shit out niggas: Check your boy' Huggies (Woo)

Death to the competition—die slow, bastard

Black G-top on: Call it "closed casket"

Black card titanium—no plastic

Black Henny shots to the head—I'm so blasted

They call me "Young Funeral"

And the bitch with badder than my two-year-old (Nice)

You niggas softer than a tuna roll

Sushi-ass niggas, boujee-ass niggas

In my Blues Brothers shades, I Belushi past niggas

Nigga, I make it hard, like a pretty naked broad—what's up, son?

[Chorus: Kobe]

(And I—I—I—I) We go hard

(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard

(And I—I—I—I) We go hard

(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard

(And I—I—I—I) We go hard

(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard

So hard, so hard

So hard, so hard

[Verse 3: Paul Cain]

You know your boy' flow extra—I'm harder than concrete

Give me a couple minutes with a blunt and a hard beat (Cain)

I'm all street; the hottest niggas is all sweet

I'm listening and ain't heard nothing strong all week (Nah)

Bury you right beside the gat you in the booth with

I eat your favorite rapper for breakfast—give me a toothpick

These niggas appetizers, way to bring the entree

I put on for my city, so amazing—no Kanye (Nope)

We running this town, Stunna Gang all day

We in house and you a outcast—no André (Nah)

I chase it all day; if I ain't pushing bomb yay'—

Remember jack move—"hands up," like the song say (You know what it is)

Play with Paul pay, I give it up the wrong way

Chrome forty-four bulldog pointed the long way

Without a second thought or a doubt

The competition all dead—call the coroner out

[Verse 4: La the Darkman]

I'm hard, like Rikers Island bars (Yeah)

Hard, like a inmate from Oz (Ah)

La the Dark', I'll pull your card (Yeah)

I lead my legion like Master Farra' (Ah)

Oppose me? Must be a retard (Yeah)

Get your brain ajar-ed, bullets like Brett Favre

Then beat the charge, I'll beat the odds (Yeah)

Big and Black with black cards and black cars (Ah)

All black everything, cartel Medellín (Yeah)

Specialize in coke and methamphetamines (Ah)

See things cheddar brings (Yeah)

Bisexual hoes, impeccable flows, Murcielagos

Car-and-truck combos, how my song goes

Bang hammers at niggas like Africans on congos

Ah! Let me slow it down a bit

I'm hard; they soft as baby shit—La! Yeah!

[Chorus: Kobe & La the Darkman]

(And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Yeah)

(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard (Street Fam')

(And I—I—I—I) We go hard (The Embassy)

(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard (AMG)

(And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Ah)

(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard

So hard, so hard

So hard, so hard