Artist: Cappadonna Album: My Clan, My Clan / Hard Muzik EP Song: Hard Muzik Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Cappadonna] Uh-huh, yeah, check it out Staten Isle in the building Park Hill, get it on, Stapleton stack it up Body Brighton, Now Born, Jungle Nilz Let's get this [Cappadonna] Aiyo, I'm Staten Island's best, kid, fuck the rest Yo, I slam over tracks like Kurupt and Treach Most of ya'll niggas who sex, can't fuck with me Used to be my enemies, now you stuck with me Straight project nigga, and believe me, son Duke if I don't get no bigger, Park Hill holding it down Hard, pull that trigger, yo Seven, call Meth Tell 'em my darts is hot, only put me on the album next time he drop Guaranteed to make sells, I ain't making him flop Timbos and fatigues, niggas, I ain't change Yo, I'm down in Baltimore, where the'll blow out your brains We closer to DC, but we don't hop no trains My nigga Black be in Salem with the murderer thangs Yo, Benz, hold plenty of bags, we do our shit If I'm not the studio, then I'm out in the strip Trying to get in the club on the old special guest tip Me and the kid Dust, five sing in the mix All my thugs make money, keep fucking the chicks Wanna get our life together but we stuck in the bricks Little kids running around, clutching they fifths My dogs sling dope, my brother used to sell soap, it's hard to cope These streets flooded with hate, where's the hope I might slump one of these niggas, I'm going for broke [Chorus 2X: Cappadonna] This is more hard music, the kind you like The shit you wake up in the morning, and go to sleep with at night With a shorty under the arm, holding her tight Get 'em, get 'em [Cappadonna] Let me in, niggas make way, nice work and gunplay Weed or rocks, yo, I chill with my doola ratchet listen to Lox At the Street Flavor store, just a couple of blocks Right off Hartford Road, can't wait til my baboons explode Kick in the door, it's brick in the wall, fuck ya'll, cuz we taking it all Got you now, you a snake in the fog A real slut in the summer, and a nigga like me Yeah, I'm still that wanna, Jay to the three up Fuck sucker MC's, this shit is my career I hold your girl titties like a fucking affair While I spit flames and ya'll niggas burn ya ear Keep on talking that shit, I act like I don't care Then when you think I forgot, nigga, I catch you out there So chill, baby, watch out, for real, save me a park I got blunts, nigga, save me a spark Hasheesh in the night time, baby, it's dark [Chorus 2X]