Hard To Kill Lyrics - Runaway Slave - Showbiz & A.g.

[A.G] 

Before becoming a runaway slave, here's a taste of 

mental slavery. A backtrack... 

("You don't catch hell because you're a Methodist or a Baptist 

You don't catch hell because you're a Democrat or Republilcan 

You don't catch hell because you're a Mason or an Elk 

And you sure don't catch hell because you're an American 

Because if you were an American you wouldn't catch no hell 

You don't catch hell because you're a black man.") 

Check it, many try to come close 

Rest in peace to the deceased and the rest are comatose 

I'm not a joke and I go for broke 

And while I'm laughing you'll be gagging from the motherfucking gunsmoke 

Walk the streets and I play for keeps 

And while I entertain suckers stay six feet deep 

It was good while it lasted 

Broken bones and asses, tombstones and caskets 

I got fleeced, I'm not strapped, I'm a get you back 

Me saying "Mayday" with an AK, picture that 

Getting my props while you're propless 

And if you try and escape, we'll take grandma for hostage 

I carry my joint 

Hoping to smoke a sucker just to keep on point 

When Dre's team goes to extremes call up an M.D. 

Wetting a strip til my whole clip is empty 

Oh-ops and tecs ready to wreck the site 

Whoever's next to step is knifed in broad daylight 

Don't try to run, you'll get blocked off 

I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off 

if I get back I get out with the quickness 

The D.A., the judge and the jury's on my hitlist 

Dressed in black with a hoodie and a low hat 

(What you did?) Spoke to the witness, now the witness don't know jack 

The Giant and his crew are ill 

We're sick-ass convicts, we're hard to kill 

My boys from New York (Is hard to kill) 

The brothers from Jersey (Is hard to kill) 

I say out in Philly (Is hard to kill) 

And the brothers in Boston (Is hard to kill) 

To all my peeps in Cali (Is hard to kill) 

Don't forget about Atlanta (Is hard to kill) 

To all my boys in Connecticut (Is hard to kill) 

To my crew in Texas (Is hard to kill) 

I'm around the way, 141st and 3rd 

40 bottles on the curb and my man got the bag of herb 

Another brother tried to get ill 

And try to take me out on my block, he forgot I was hard to kill 

I ran for cover so the brother missed 

He hit my man in the head, now Ed is dead, yo what is this? 

I won't stop until I see him rest 

He got popped by the cops, too late for the EMS 

Ain't no chance for survival (Why's that?) 

He tried to go head on, now he's dead on arrival 

Now you know I don't play around 

Cause the clown is face down and uptown is his burial ground 

You want beef? Well the more the merrier 

And I'm a bury that man's clan in the same area 

My entourage is fully strapped 

Turning your hard bodyguards to wussy, and pussy cats 

You know how we do it 

Putting the glock to the test, go get your vest, I'm going right through it 

He survived in intensive care 

Did the impossible in the hospital (Knocked him off right there) 

I'm an expert at disposal 

You see, everyone goes, on foes I'm killing hoes too 

Nobody takes the witness stand 

Your ass is out, I'm cleaning niggas out like Spic 'n' Span 

You want beef with a mastermind? 

But it's fine, pass the nine, now it's disaster time 

I love conflict and confrontation 

Killing enemies worse than Kennedy's assassination 

But that's not my style 

I just got buckwild so I could prove I was versatile 

Styles go on and on 

A.G. is all about peace, speaking of peace, now I'm gone 

To the brothers in D.C. (Is hard to kill) 

And the brothers in VA (Is hard to kill) 

Down in North Carolina (Is hard to kill) 

How about the brothers in Maryland? (Is hard to kill)