Testo 2 Hard Mutha's - Eazy-E
Testo della canzone 2 Hard Mutha's (Eazy-E), tratta dall'album Eazy-Duz-It
Yo, rip it up Yella
Yo, we're two hard brothas
Takin' out any fools that's suckas
Can you believe this, if so, be frightened
We're strong as hell, with the power of a titan
Settin' a mark of destruction get it?
So don't front, and say you ain't wit' it
You wanna rumble wit' us you can't hang
'Cause we're something like a two man gang
Actin' a fool is what we do best
Just care about ourselves and say forget the rest
So yo Eazy, bust it and shoot to kill
And tell everybody what's the deal
I look you dead in the eye then I spit
Grab you by the head, and then I start to hit
I don't give a Goddamn about feelings
I'm just happy just as long as I'm killin'
A 187s in progress I figure
Just as long as I pull this trigger
Automatic heavily, I start firin'
And the kids on the block, I'm the one they're admirin'
A bad mouth fool on the violent tip
I catch you talkin' some mess, and I'mma bust your lip
Now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft
The police ain't nothin', cause I'm payin' 'em off
I move slow, always ready to go, and that's a fact
And girls on my tip, they could all get back
I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit
When I'm not allowed to tear up s—t
I'm a hard
Two hard
Two hard
Two hard
Now look at me I'm a villain
Always got somethin' to do with a killin'
Ren is a fool that's down to scrap
Wit' NWA and always down to jack
I'm ready to scrap, that's if you're ready to go
I'll take you out goin' toe to toe
E will start a conversion and hit you from the back
While you gettin' terrorized by a ruthless jack
Critical condition is what you recieve
Thinkin' of some back up to go on retrieve
But Eazy tell 'em what would happen my man
They would get dogged out by a ruthless clan
So you see, we don't really care right
So you and your boys can get the hell out my site
I'm on tilt wit' class, gettin' ready to blast
'Cause I'm a hard mutha
Two hard
Two hard
Two hard
Two hard
Eazy and Ren is tearin' it up again
Schemin' up a plot, before we begin
Because suckas like to stare like some punks sometimes
They say how can them fools have some hell of a rhymes
It's simple tell 'em what we mean
When the two baddest brothas step on the scene
Now this is crazy, yo what are you sayin'
You stupid dumb punks, they think I'm playin'
Talkin' all kinds a' head, but I'm crackin' it up
I can afford to laugh 'cause I'm backin' it up
I'm not a busta, I'm more like a hitman
So if you don't wanna throw then you can get down
You don't like the f—k away from me
So you can stop the junk, tryin' to juice the E
You heard what he said, and it's the truth so what's up
So if you want me to go, well I'm about to nut up
The two baddest street fools alive
So I don't think that you and your boys can survive
You gotta girl, well if she's good to go
I bet me and E already dogged the hoe
A train was in effect and your girl was rocked
By a hell of a fool, that was hard to stop
Yo, Ren let's jet, let's get the hell on out
Because everybody knows what we're talkin' about
We're two hard
Two hard
Two hard
Two hard
Like that
Two hard
Two hard
Break it down again, come on Yella, break it down
Can I get another roll
One time
Hit a little cymbal for me
Break it down two times
Let me get a funky roll right here
The boy is good
Alright on the three, on the two
Ah yeah, here we go y'all
Break it down on the one
Here we go
Let me get a funky roll right here
Two times
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Writer(s): Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, Andre Romell Young
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