Act Like U Know

(1. Verse: Hardcore)
Yo what’s up motherfuckers my name is Hardcore and I’m pimping all y’all bitches and hoes
Man and you know its gone be O
When the 94 punches through the door
Cause that’s when Hardcore eliminates competition
Sit in the back rows
Bitching up about they music cause they say that they harder
But my music ain’t got nothing to do with the way I bust a rhyme
I’m blowing your mind dropping a dime on your [?]
I told you I was coming so back up
So here I come up just like a timebomb I react when the time come
To do what I gotta do and that’s to make them niggas run fool
I thought you knеw but you didn’t so pay attention as I flow
Hm you better act likе you know

(2. Verse: Tommy Wright)
We can get into some player shit some gangster shit
Whatever you want to do you fool with me it’s cool
Time to pop and lock another nigga in the trunk
If you wants to talk that shit you must be happy smoking that skunk [?]
Cause its time to leave a bitch in the fucking street, in the creek
Wherever you go you hoes gon be 6 feet deep
Time to push a buster motherfucker of the Memphis bridge
Time to split a nigga wig
Aks my niggas down on tree
Creeping never sleeping cause my bag is [?]
You’ll get burned by some lead
Popping leaving bodies dropping through that infrared
Creeping that .44 getting so high cause a nigga like me don’t know [?] who die
But bitches and snitches get tooted the worst by niggas pulling triggers [?]
Strapping and slapping that bitch so quick
One man gang tommy wright
Straight from 4 Corners Pimpin Ville
Where they creep at night
Living on the west side
Players gots to duck and dive
Rocks in my pocket
Player haters just can’t stop it
Taking a [?]
Sipping a [?]
With my niggas as we slang them thangs
Ain’t no use of lying to the police mane
We a gang
Hardcore [?] and the 4 Corner OG’s
The Magnolia Crime Clique sticking you up and leaving you sick
Gotta do a stang, gotta gang bang shit don’t change
Creeping real fast for your cash hoe
So where its stashed?
Pass me a ghetto license
Take my picture with a Glock in it and if [?]
I gots to pack my Glock 17
Pull the trigger blow a bastard all the way to [?]
Bring me some
If you got some shells cause I’m low as hell
Constantly loading
Always holding pistols towards the fucking sky
Clips in my other hand
Smoke from a blunt in my eye
OG styled not buck wild [?] crooked packs a gun
Won’t you come out with it
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187 on an undercover cop
211 on them funky hoes
So perpetrate like you know