Artist: Babyface Fensta f/ Kendra Album: I Came to Warna Brotha Song: How Bout Dat Hardcore? Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Kendra (Babyface Fensta)] Do you have any Henny? (Thug Passion, Alize with that) [Kendra] Living in this live shit, bullets ain't hitting me The trilogy, panics of Gods, moving religiously Shady cats bring smoke, black clouds hole Fountains that's smooth, we burn households So pass those, sleeping on K, spitting shade large Laced in Victoria Secret, angel bras Face off, face hard, Brooklyn stay's hard Til I beat them by folding the ropes, spent at K-Mart What I look like? A groupie ho? Dominate in videos Cherchez niggas in they videos Who can thought and seem too, the holy fields Brothers smoking with they no ideal, for real Verbal in my potency, measured by a nick and dime Heavier than crab weights, stale kicks and rhymes Spitting life lines, longer than infinity A spirit type goddess, worshipped in ya trinity Fake niggas want me to blaze tracks, and stage cats Front on mine, losing a DATs and play backs Come in threes, when I'm feeling tipsy Speaking on hoes, like wifey on Lionel Richie It's killing me, do a lie just to dick me Like third world's hoes tricking skins from the Indies [Babyface Fensta] I spit hits like clips, rings and gangsta flicks Like The Killer, ya'll niggas suck like chicks in porno flicks Give it to ya raw, with trivia, ya'll niggas get robbed for ya ice And pay to get it back, roll the dice, gamble wit ya life, kiss my hand, baby I'm holy like the cross, my Basic Instruction, Before Leaving Earth Puffed the bone, fucked a virgin, on a house, I whip a business Above all else, know thy self, Arm Leg-A-Leg, Arm Head Spread like mattresses, I got dick for you actresses Dick for you female rappers and singers Dig in, see my kingdom, let freedom ring, by any means, necessary [Chorus 2X: Kendra (Babyface Fensta)] Aiyo, thugs from street (How about the hardcore Let us get a piece of that) I like it real raw Niggas wanna front (We can go to war Get loose at the store, let loose, less is more) [Babyface Fensta] I attack tracks like a virus, ain't no cure for this Though tricks might seem real, they deal is this Crackers, don't give a fuck about us Lie, cheat, steal, murder, rape, nothing escapes Male devilish grasp, advocates kick a four-fifth If you can dodge a bullet, you a bad muthafucka Niggas looking for props, you won't score, points off me Amateur, professional, veteran, icey hot I got the medicine, I'm hospital', to my vowels My power's clientele, my dimes is bigger Head crack, I got the come back, dope for ya track Peep you nodding, overdose, fighters comatose At the round table, we toast, break bread Dine on fish, prepare an exotic, exquisite dish [Kendra] Aiyo, they saw her coming, head on collision, raw busting The aftermath is true on this bitch, George Rusty It started with the nigga from Queens, living a dream Playing my rhymes, to hear schemes to get cream Hip hop be my nigga, like my figures on niggas bitches And snitches, be the bitches niggas ditch for they riches Laying down a snack that feed the noise in the rear Beat punks at open mics, when we enjoy it there See the war done started, leaving me beat-less Praying to Jesus, I treat sperm like weed and make it seedless To Regis, throw me the question to break a million Don't let boy teach two MC's and save the children [Chorus 2X: Babyface Fensta (Kendra)]