Ya Hardcore chords by Masta Ace
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Destruction is only four minutes away As the
spit spray from my lips
you're gonna feel a wave
from the break of day since one
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in the morning the night before
i had the strength to fight the war a sight
for sore eyes and i'll be rising
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like the sun i bought a gun
you better run i got it
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yesterday in north carolina
for eight and a quarter
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now i'm feeling out of order i had it up
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Fm
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to here and i swear i'm about to pull a
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colin ferguson i'm gonna shoot the
nervous one and the
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brave one i'm misbehaving now today
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a mild -mannered citizen no
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longer wants to play it's kind of like
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that movie falling down with michael
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douglas i feel the struggle is ill i smuggle
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this automatic handgun back to
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new york mad easy and y 'all wonder
why the streets are
squeezy well this is the day
of reckoning start
beckoning for tomorrow because
i feel no type of sorrow
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Em
Full of bitches and the
You're hardcore
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Full of hookers and the stunts
You're hardcore
I got a
Uzi in my clothes
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You're hardcore
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I drink 40's and smoke blunts
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You're hardcore
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H -A -R -D -C -O -R -E
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H -A -R -D -C -O -R -E
Murder murder murder and kill kill kill
I'ma bust shots at will
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so don't stand still
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Everybody talkin' bout
gun smoke and death
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So f**k it,
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I'ma bust until no lives is left
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My most favorite tapes in the world is
Tupac and
Biggie
Boss is the girl
Can't forget the ghetto boys,
they make noise
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Bone thugs and harmony, I wanna be
My
Marv
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Deep tape, I done ran in the ground
And
Spice
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One get more run than
Jim
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Brown
Snoop
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Dogg and the
Dogg
Am
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Pound make me bark
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I'm dressed in all black and out after dark
I used to get good grades,
but now I see the light
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Ain't more fun than a gunfight, right?
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I'm goin' out like I just got fried
from the post office
Who's the hardest and the softest?
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Ain't gonna matter cause
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the brave turn weak
As soon as this gun start to leak,
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now hear me speak
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Full of bitches in the
Ya hardcore
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Full of hookers in the stunts
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Ya hardcore
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I got a
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Uzi in my clothes
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Ya hardcore
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I drink 40's and smoke blunts
Ya hardcore
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H .A .R .D .C .O .R .E.
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I'm on my way to
Alby
Square
Mall without this
And
I'ma let the world know what time it is
Feels so good to be real now,
that's word
Now I'm about to do bad shit,
ain't heard a scene
Except maybe on a movie screen
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It's time to spray more heads than
Afro
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Sheen
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It's all about the green,
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gunshots and cars
Fat blunts and n****s
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that work in strip bars
Polo and
Hilfiger don't make your ass fly
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Same thing that make a n****
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laugh or make them cry
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Em
The way my brain think now is murder for life
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I run with kids that do bids and act trife
I got some catching up to do
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So let me get 200 dime bags
and three lighters too
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Dressed in all camo,
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my left pocket's the ammo
For whoever should wanna get clever,
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now run the lever
No more
Mr.
Nice
Guy, f**k
Faith and
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Hope, dum -dum,
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cuz now I'm at the end of my rope
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I just watched
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Scarface for the sixth time,
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laughing about that bulls**t way I used to rhyme
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Bout keep your eyes on the prize, f**k that,
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keep your eyes on your money, your hand on your gat
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I've been reprogrammed and that's how I feel,
I just walked in the mall, now it's time to prove I'm real
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I'm real, I'm real
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Thank
Ya Hardcore
Masta Ace
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