The Game, Lloyd Banks - It's So Hard lyrics

From that corner of Compton
To the Mexican border
Another classic from the kitchen to
The El Camino with quarters
And the plastic shell toe to the throttle
Skip mom's titty, skip the bottle
Straight to Cristal
In the club never hesitate
To pull that pistol
Before I take another fine
I’ll be cellmates wit' Shyne
In the mess hall wit' CBP on my neck
And walk the main line wit’ AT&T on my chest
The kid hit the streets he in a vest
Wit' a hoodrat from Marcy
Tattooin' "Jay Z" on her breast
She love the way them gold D's
Spin on that six trey
Got a thing for Dre and love NWA
That's gangsta like a Snoop
Deville on white walls
Niggas won't catch me slippin'
In that Wilshire district
Big prepared a nigga for shit like that
38 revolver iron out six pack

It's so hardto say goodbye
Nigga get in my way you gon’ die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
Nigga we responsible for yo’ dead homies
It's so hardto say goodbye
Nigga get in my way you gon’ die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
Nigga we responsible for yo' dead homies
It's so hard

Y'all muthafuckas know my name B-A-N-K-$
Cut-clack
The young guerrilla out the clicks, baow
G-Unit’s runnin' this shit, blap
As a matter of fact, I smell a rat
You better stay with your gat
My diamonds is white and black
How you feel about that
I'm too familiar where I'm at
Can't run around wit' a rat
Whenever our sets is strapped
Stay away from the clap you know the clap
You know to run away from the set
Come slip a nigga, stuck in the trap
Runnin' and duckin' a mac
50, these niggas must be
Fuckin' wit' crack Yep
And I'm flossin' every chance that I get
Walk around wit' your advance on my neck
I'm demandin' respect, I hop in the coupe
Land in the jet
Bitches can't keep their hands out my sweats
G-Unit
New York City is the ground I'm stompin'
And I'm in LA wit' Game blowin'
The palm in Compton muthafucka

It's so hardto say goodbye
Nigga get in my way you gon' die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
Nigga we responsible for yo' dead homies
It's so hardto say goodbye
Nigga get in my way you gon' die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
Nigga we responsible for yo' dead homies
It's so hard

On a corner in Brooklyn playin' Cee Lo
Call me NY Game gucci Chuck Taylors
Black diamonds in my chain
G-G-G-Unit, I'll write it on your
Vest or spray paint
It on the wall like fuck y'all niggas
Compton's back
I know you niggas heard by now
And seen that cherry red Impala parked
In front of Mr chow's
That's gangsta, yeah, that's the way I do
Crossover and hog the rock like AI do
Ever since age five
New niggas that sold crack
Now I picture my back to
The wall like Sandy Koufax
In a Hank Aaron throwback
Dickie's full of Franklins
In Queens wit' 50 on 94th bangin' Wanksta
These fake ass gangstas, I'm hopin' they wild
Cause I got a hot Glock
40 that'll open the cow
And I'ma avoid trial then blow
A hole in ya crown
Another beef wit' the Math, another
Hole in the ground, muthafuckas

It's so hardto say goodbye
Nigga get in my way you gon' die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
Nigga we responsible for yo' dead homies
It's so hardto say goodbye
Nigga get in my way you gon' die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
Nigga we responsible for yo' dead homies
It's so hard