Harder Style - Cortex_Sound

We done had a lot of sips from this bottle 2 a.m. came 'round a lil' faster than we thought Don't you try to go and leave, girl, now don't ya And since I got you here, might as well do some explorin' Don't be shy, you know you want this And I'ma give it how you like There's so much we can do, girl, it's only you Clothes makin' a trail leadin' to the room I'ma make you a believer Don't you tap out Girl, don't you run from me I'm 'bout to go harder in your love, oh-oh (oh, oh) I'm gon' fill you up Girl, 'til you overflowin' I'm 'bout to go harder in your love, ooh (Relax) relax and open up the door (open up the door) Let your inhibitions fall now, now (inhibitions fall now, now) Overtime like this a sport And you know I'm a winner, so you know I'ma finish, oh-yeah You and me just feels so right We're makin' moments to create No lie Don't be shy, you know you want this And I'm gon' give it how you want me There's so much we can do, girl, it's only you Clothes makin' a trail leadin' to the room Make you a believer, baby Don't you tap out Girl, don't you run from me (no) I'm 'bout to go harder in your love, oh-oh Can you hear me? (I'm gon' fill you up) fill you Girl, 'til you're overflowin' I'm 'bout to go harder in your love, yeah (ooh) I bet you never felt a feelin' Like this before (like this before), oh Levitatin' from the ceilin', baby Beat it up 'til you can't take no more, oh Don't you tap out (baby, oh) Girl, don't you run from me I'm 'bout to go harder in your love, oh-oh I'm gon' fill you up Until you leakin', baby I'm 'bout to go harder in your love

When you live in this ghetto life This ghetto life You haffi hustle everyday You haffi hustle every night It's a ghetto life, ghetto ghetto life Yagga yagga yagga yo Yagga yagga yagga yo Some wannabe wanna act like spider man Black panther, super man Kiki, patiliki wanna act like aqua man Aqua, aqua man So who's gonna be me Am just your brother man (Am just a ganja man) Well nobody's wanna be me 'cause I'm just a aedo man Straight out from the ghetto Oh yeah we hustle harder God bless me and me brothers We haffi fight and work harder Thanks be to the father Oh yeah we hustle harder God bless me and the sisters We have to fight to work harder To get out from the gutter Struggling is what some say Hustling is what I say We hustling we struggling We hustle every night and day Smuggling is what some say Hustling is what I say We hustling we struggling We hustle every night and day Man a hustler, yeah man a hustler We don't push drugs we no smuggler Everyday we work hard to get the paper From Solomon Islands to Jamaica Man a hustler, yeah man a hustler We don't push drugs we no smuggler DMP taking over With Anthony B from Jamaica Remember the ghettos not an easy place Nuff youth fight and lose the race So when you make it through the gate You haffi give thanks and celebrate So we can't fall down man stand 'pon feet Or dem we send you fi' go nam concrete Nothin bout ghetto life just not sweet A just so thing set up in these streets Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah we hustle harder God bless me and me brothers We haffi fight and work harder To get out from the gutter Struggling is what some say Hustling is what I say We hustling we struggling We hustle every night and day Smuggling is what some say Hustling is what I say We hustling we struggling We hustle every night and day Yagga, yagga yagga yo Yagga, yagga yagga yo Haffi touch the road, Haffi touch the road Haffi touch the road, haffi move abroad Oh yeah we struggling all the way Man haffi touch the road, great sacrifices are Made we haffi reach the goal Man'a hatim work till day time me nah man Nothing yeah me still play on Hustling 9 to 5 say we ago stay strong Hustling the block till hem to talk (We no fear no) Evil minded people like attack (Tear down) Bad man dema informers wan manipulate We hustlers Dem can't get we down, can't get we Down no Oh yeah we hustle harder God bless me and di sisters We haffi fight and work harder To get out from di gutter Struggling is what some say Hustling is what I say We hustling we struggling We hustle every night and day Smuggling is what some say Hustling is what I say We hustling we struggling We hustle every night and day I never let my guard down I never let my guard down Never let my guard down, no

Who'd have thought they'd lead ya? (Who'd have thought they'd lead ya?) Back there where we need ya? (Back there where we need ya?) Yeah, we tease him a lot, 'cause we got him on the spot Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back, welcome back What! What! What! What! Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! What! What! What! What! Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) Who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!) All my thugs getting dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) Slam harder! Heyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!) All my thugs getting dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) Slam harder! What! What! What! What! Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) Heyo, we back in the easy The game is over, it's a rap It's a ree-zay, straight like that It's a good look we put, hardcore on the map Ten years to be exact, still throwing up gats See a thug on the TV, and chicks dig that But we rap for them streets where them thugs play at So back da f-k up, comin' through, coming through, get ya slam on Y'all the hardest n- in rap, ya dead wrong Y'all the n- sitting on 20s with no gas money Y'all n- think you shinin' like Puff, who got money? Like you really pop shots in the club You only pop bottles of bub Y'all ain't got no real street love To the death, to the ghetto, my kids with heavy metal On the everyday hustle, never ready to settle, uh Back together, with the classic terror Onyx, back forever, bustin', gats together, what! What! What! What! What! Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) Heyo, who slam harder, Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!) All my thugs getting dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) Slam harder! Heyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!) All my thugs getting dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) Slam harder! What! What! What! What! Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) It's locked now, we here, same as before Plaques and stacks of their dough on our living room floor From that project heat sick ridiculous flow For my One-Stop, y'all know the M.O Bigger than the streets' anthems, you stealin' the flow Rappin' other people's money and we takin' ya dough My killas the grimiest, we keep it the gulliest We leave you the bloodiest, 'cause we be the hungriest Hear that? Hunger pains That's the things that'll numb your brain, run ya change It's not a threat, it's a promise I even got my St. Louis n- slammin' haters offa Onyx What! What! What! What! Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) Heyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!) All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) Slam harder! Heyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!) All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) Slam harder! What! What! What! What! Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) You wanna know the truth? Take a look in my eye I'm like BIG's first album, I'm "Ready to die" It's Sticky Fingaz, if you didn't already know who I am The minute I reached out and touched the whole hood with no hands 'Cause in the streets I live through it, it's more than music Whatever I'm spittin' on, I put my life into it Got a reputation on the streets of keepin' it rough There's just too many of us, you get rushed, you get bust - what! Big trucks, chrome rims spinnin' The mad-faced n- got money so now we grinnin' Pull your sticks out, we the group you listen to, kid! N- told me my music helped em' through they bid I'm the voice of the ghetto, the heart of New York A fiend will give his last hit, just to hear me talk N- paid for their mistakes, death is the price That's right motherf-, Onyx for life! What! What! What! What! Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) Heyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!) All my thugs getting dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) Slam harder! Heyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!) All my thugs getting dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!) Slam harder, duh, duh, duh, duh... Slam harder

Bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder Bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder We be goin hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard We be goin hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, we be goin hard I'll be at yo front door for my money waiting on it I go hard for this cash you can go debate on it When I get some new cash what I do lay on it When I get some new cash I let my daughter play on it When I get some new guns, know I gotta beat em' Got sepina playing with the nina just like it was Tina You can go'n and act dumb till I up the heater I'ma Beat em' Ima beat em' just like his father would treat em' I am the one, the one with the gun, the one with the bitches The one with the money, the one with the cars The one with the plug, the one with the pills, the drink all the drugs Bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder Bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder We be goin hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard We be goin hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, we be goin hard Goin hard, Goin Hard, Go hard or go home Get up in ya car take a spin lil bitch Disappear lil bitch dont come back here lil bitch You ain't giving up shit Remember pulling up on St. Lawrence Bullets fixing niggas Dr. Carter Remember walking up on St. Lawrence Y'all gon' send shots but we gon' send em harder Bitch we go hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, fuck all the fraud We don't need no Guards, Guards Guards We don't need no motherfuckin' Bodyguards Bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder Bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder, bitch I go harder We be goin hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard We be goin hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, we be goin hard