Come on      Wait a second, draw back ban, there I come   Stick this business, stock me up, they took me coat with a stun   Gun on a Sunday, a bloody Sunday, so what's the resume?   Heads got felt in the force I heard a Milky Way      I caught a heart attack when I heard my cousin got caught   In Avenue D., in Brooklyn, New York City   Ever since I used my man, I moved to Jersey   But realistically, God could have called me early   'Cause I got a big bop, I'm wanted by the block      I take a ruff-neck, chicken make stop in stone top   'Cause I roll with the army of sixty-eight   The Privates' don't make the orders   It's the General that makes the wig-wack      Buy her back, buy a cat, I got scratched in a day to kidnap   And at night, I was back and the Jeep   Got attacked by a gang that sold crack   But the posse was strapped, it was nothin' but crap      I got cuffed in the back, in the jail, there were rats   So I pulled out my mack to get out of this crap   Though I wish I could zap outta here but I quack like a dog   That pass gats, so I put the gas mask on the mic      There were blasts 'cause I do it, it's my task   And all the jumper, the guys that I see to me pass the class   Check out the vocab, it'll get out, then do it again   Gift of the guy, if you're good, you're good, if you're bad, you're bad      So how hard is it?   I wanna know, how hard do you want it?      One, two, three, four, hardcore, hardcore      Watch yourself for your health, I'll snatch your last breath   Then I left you up for another one bite, the dust   You couldn't ride me if you went behind the bush, gush   Leave the style alone, don't try to follow me      'Cause a life of the hood make it a little triggery   So keep your eyes on the prize, don't be surprised   'Cause on my half, I may pull out a semi-automatic sixty-eight   Watch around my back, it's mainly static   Droppin' emcees like a bad habit   Here come the Pras with a new package      Mad and they ignorance   Think they could test the performance of an ancient rapper   Let me break it down in a dialect badder   Easier said than what the mono said      'Cause there's more than righter rapper, paid for the rapper be-bop   'Cause he said everybody's rappin', them and they momma   So when I grab the mic I grab it like a gangster   Microphone sniper 'cause it'll be the prowler      Launch it, it's tragic, no magic, the realistic maggot   Don't leave the gadget or you'll be gat it   Simple, the riddle, who's the monkey in the middle?   What's the goose, so let me cut his neck loose, yo      I keep it positive and not so negative   These is when you diss, emcees take it   So send it to they call the battle   I'ma raw I let it rappin', now I'm more   Your ball, you're waitin' for me to fall but I won't      So how hard is it?   I wanna know, how hard do you want it?      I gotta jump on the A-Train   I saw a cat with a scat, he was blowin' like coal-train   My boys' said give him a call   I gave him a dollar, he said are you a rapper?   Kids have a seat and don't miss a beat   And listen to the battle of the saxin' in your emcee      Now Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock   Call Red Rock, call Red Rock, call   It could mean rewind the gun, check me baby      I rock and shock the dough is show   Squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin'   It could mean rewind the gun, check me baby   I rock and shock the dough is show   Squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin'   Coolin' breezin' at the teas and how can emcees do was sneeze   Flower, blow      So how hard is it?   I wanna know, how hard do you want it?   So how hard is it?   I wanna know, how hard do you want it?      So how hard is it?   I wanna know, how hard do you want it?   So how hard is it?   I wanna know, how hard do you want it?      So how hard is it?   I wanna know, how hard do you want it?