Artist: Pete Rock & Smif-N-Wessun f/ Sean Price, Styles P Album: Monumental Song: That's Hard Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, kirenamloh@msn.com, Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Sample from Earl Sixteen "No Mash Up Dance"] Di dread at di control, international, control all thru di world Nuh version we martial we nuh partial We play nuff bwoy selections without objection!!! [Styles P] Two rudeboys!!! Tek and Steele whattup I love y'all [Pete Rock Scratchin] Styles P!!! [Verse One: Styles P] I ain't tell you that I'm local brother (Yeah!) I keep the Tek and Steele like the Cocoa Brovaz My niggas still Smif-N-Wessun to me (MY G!!!) Hard headed to God bodies, couldn't teach a lesson to me Aqui's couldn't reach me, neither could the church boys I was outside with a gun movin that work boy (I was outside!) Whattup natty head, bull head, beard men Some niggas sizzlin us we can't sear men A fried to a frickaseed, and I'm no Wiccan So I don't wear roseries or thicker beads No crosses, no Bible or Qu'ran, just survival on my mind With a gun up on my palm All spiritual nigga, I'm all lyrical Dyin to come back I'm the ghost of all miracles (GHOST!) I told them I could stare at Medusa (I could!) They think that I'm high but I'm really tryin to stay in the future and shoot ya!!! Nigga! Ghost! [Interlude: Pete Rock Scratchin] G-G-G-'Gon take that shit out of somebody...somebody <- Richard Pryor [Verse Two: Tek] And now the D.A. wanna chase Cause the way I beat the case was a slap in the face And now we lookin like an asshole Hotter than tobasco, tryin to stop the cash flow But I'm cooler than the other side of the pillow You wanna give me ends that end with a zero And it's a trap tryin to get rich You got rats, and all types of bullshit The connect's slow (the connect's slow) Or the money's short (or the money's short) Or they want a play (or they want a play) For the shit they brought (for the shit they brought) Better stop buyin in them rations Multiplied then divide into fractions Got opportunities to go global Heard a click, and switched the chip in the mobile Shake the feds off my coattails Tell the little homie who the C-4 to remotes sell Now that's hard [Interlude: Pete Rock Scratchin] T-Track like this, would a neva miss!!! [Verse Three: Sean Price] Listen, a lot of wack niggas rappin out and I know why One cornball pop so the rest wanna go try All praises due to Allah, no bow tie Whole families stay Stone I'm so Sly Cry now cry later no laughin, cocaine hills in the crib so Aspen No actin, Bokeem Woodbine Blow caps back and your whole damn team died (P!) Slave master, I sell white girl I don't eat ham motherfucker I might hurl Sean Price, I got the murder flow Rap president through the world, Kurtis Blow Don't give a fuck about nobody I hold shotties Upstate New York is where I throw bodies Sean grimey nigga Rape you make you sing it again Ron Isley nigga Now that's hard!!! Fuck outta here!!! P!!!! [Interlude: Pete Rock Scratchin] Yeah, 'cause I know niggas ready to kick ass <- Richard Pryor [Verse Four: Steele] (Tek) Yeah, I remember when the bars is hard Now rap cats play guitars, singin songs for broads (Video vixens) She follow the stars Say she wanna be a Barbie doll, Nicki Minaj (What's Happening Now) No Re-Run or Rog When you hear that clappin sound, won't be no applause I don't be with bodyguards but my body is God Body everybody that's in the squad Bottom line is my sig-na-ture You're, miniature, you're a caricature I don't listen to y'all, rather listen to Sean Pete told me FUCK rap and get the missles and bombs Don't get involved with niggas' riffin in songs I don't battle rap, I rat-a-tat in middle of war Stripes and bars cover the scars, denim With stone wall, chrome 4' cover the palm, and that's hard {*echoes*} [Outro 4X: Pete Rock Scratchin] "Smif-n-Wessun got classic flows" "GHOST!" "Styles P" "G-Good ol' New York rap" "Sean Price the best rapper"