Artist: C-bo
Album: Tales from the crypt
Song: Hard core

Yea for the nine fo
Belling through the steel toes
Crease to the max
You know what I’m saying foo
Beenie cap on low
To the top pocket
It’s like that though

Verse 1
[C-bo]
Diamonds in the back
Sun roof top
Digging in the scene
With my khaki’s creased biatch
Niggas want farve 187
Nigga know it’s muthafucking hardcore
I hit the block on some fourteen seven
Strapped with the mini hk mack 11
Niggas start shaking as the wife go approach them
Up the block gas dropped three wheel motion
Hopping out a tall seat a
Hardcore spliff like adolphy
I’m ready to six
So back up off me
Cuz I crush like king kong
I’m laced with much thicker than a
Dinosaures back bone
With my steel toes on
I can’t be faded if they can’t fade this
I’m still stand strong
With dedicated but they can’t make it
Because I’m too hard core 187 proof pure
Huffing puff with a flow like a lions roar
Yes it’s the logo so go get with the front row
Setting up an execution
Should I go down
With some new hits
That 187 music that got fools hip
And juiced up to do but shiest
I keep my hip on the slunder
Ready to rumble
Took’em like lennox
Watch them stumble
That make the gat fumble
I’m coming to get mine
So separate mines from yours
And I don’t give a fuck fool cuz
It’s hard core

Chorus
The definition of hard core
Is to bust on the next man
When he disrespects
And not to tell on no one
Always take the fifth

Verse 2
Fucking with the southside
Lunatic gotcha
Getting with that pg
Down for that Gb’z
So when it’s on bring it on
With all you got
OG’z specialize in making a glock pop
So think before you step
Think before you speak
I’ll have you barryed up to your neck with sand

Over looking the beach
Just assed out
And with that hydroz in
You will be shorter than a bigit
Than quicksand
With lead boots
So shoot when you see the hoop ride
Scoop down your strip
Unload the clip and bring that hit
Hilla flip on step
With some shit
I though he was groove
Fo’ deep with four extra clips
And tearing niggas chest up
And as soon as they hit the canvas
Pocket check up
Jacking them niggas and breaking their
Ass off some tuff
Like celly cel said retaliation is a must
So duck when I bust
Cuz if you don’t
You will be standing for the whole clip
I’m known to pop cock and lock
Inferred on a niggas lip
So if you step step with the fist
What with that fifty in the steel
Buck hoes through a niggas chest
Diamonds in the back
Sun roof top
Digging in the scene
With my khaki’s creased biatch
Niggas want farve 187
Nigga know it’s muthafucking hardcore
Off the caine
Niggas catching paine
Stick my guage
Under they chin
Blow their fucking brains
Bo loc the phyco
Going head huntin
Coming with the fully automatics dumping’em
Clips empty
Tips smoking
Niggas we ain’t no joke
So take yourself
You wreck yourself
To hoo ride down to smoke
The streets is getting hectic
In this shit calling me the priest
Keeping niggas up on game
The street knowledge king
Shit that I done seen
Make a grown up nigga throw up
From taping a bomb to a suckas mouth
Watching his head blow off
I putting in work
Stepping on brains
In my steel toe
Any sucka cross my path
I’m a pick they fro
So think before you move
Twist cuz I’m in this
Shit till death do us part
Mark come get with this
I’ll have you grooving in the drop
Keep g’z in your pock
Mobile phone and a glock
Coming up that’s on a block
Come up and fuck with a real nigga
And stack meal niggas
That’s down to kill niggas
And when we strike oop does it sting
Our groop diddy dog did it for the green
Nothing but that hard core

Chorus