Texty:
Hard Fi Hard To Beat

in, I'm going in I'm going in, I'm going in And Imma go hard, and Imma go hard And Imma go hard, and Imma go hard Bitch, I'm going in, I'm going in I

Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck Beat

fine di rime fi fit di beat wen yu cyan fine di ansah fi di puzzle complete) soh mi tek awf mi mawsk an staat fi wear daak glaas but

my freaks that know what to do When I skeet, skeet, that like it hard Rough, face down, ass up, yes, sir That like their hair pulled When you beat from

everything look neat We can feel the heat I guy must be blind if him haffi look hard fi see it 'Cause from you set on, me ready fi go put on the sweat

talk bout all the gun things Fi down When dem a stop the hustling and mek nuh dollars nah run Di youth dem have a tendacy fi tun to dem gun Fi tie up

born to die, don't cry for me Just keep the heat closely and ride for me Cause we family for better or worse, you and I from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard

some drapes Puba's the man, and you can't run the flam So take it elsewhere, my dear See others try so hard to be this Competition tries so hard to

have a round little a-ah-ass (ass) dick big like santa cla-ah-ass (claus) na fi ask you suppose to know me a go fuck you hard chorus verse 2 my size