2 Hard Mutha's - Edited

Yo, rip it up Yella

Yo, we're two hard brothas

Takin' out any fools that's suckas

Can you believe this, if so, be frightened

We're strong as hell, with the power of a titan

Settin' a mark of destruction get it?

So don't front, and say you ain't wit' it

You wanna rumble wit' us you can't hang

'Cause we're something like a two man gang

Actin' a fool is what we do best

Just care about ourselves and say forget the rest

So yo Eazy, bust it and shoot to kill

And tell everybody what's the deal

I look you dead in the eye then I spit

Grab you by the head, and then I start to hit

I don't give a Goddamn about feelings

I'm just happy just as long as I'm killin'

A 187s in progress I figure

Just as long as I pull this trigger

Automatic heavily, I start firin'

And the kids on the block, I'm the one they're admirin'

A bad mouth fool on the violent tip

I catch you talkin' some mess, and I'mma bust your lip

Now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft

The police ain't nothin', cause I'm payin' 'em off

I move slow, always ready to go, and that's a fact

And girls on my tip, they could all get back

I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit

When I'm not allowed to tear up s—t

I'm a hard

Two hard

Two hard

Two hard

Now look at me I'm a villain

Always got somethin' to do with a killin'

Ren is a fool that's down to scrap

Wit' NWA and always down to jack

I'm ready to scrap, that's if you're ready to go

I'll take you out goin' toe to toe

E will start a conversion and hit you from the back

While you gettin' terrorized by a ruthless jack

Critical condition is what you recieve

Thinkin' of some back up to go on retrieve

But Eazy tell 'em what would happen my man

They would get dogged out by a ruthless clan

So you see, we don't really care right

So you and your boys can get the hell out my site

I'm on tilt wit' class, gettin' ready to blast

'Cause I'm a hard mutha

Two hard

Two hard

Two hard

Two hard

Eazy and Ren is tearin' it up again

Schemin' up a plot, before we begin

Because suckas like to stare like some punks sometimes

They say how can them fools have some hell of a rhymes

It's simple tell 'em what we mean

When the two baddest brothas step on the scene

Now this is crazy, yo what are you sayin'

You stupid dumb punks, they think I'm playin'

Talkin' all kinds a' head, but I'm crackin' it up

I can afford to laugh 'cause I'm backin' it up

I'm not a busta, I'm more like a hitman

So if you don't wanna throw then you can get down

You don't like the f—k away from me

So you can stop the junk, tryin' to juice the E

You heard what he said, and it's the truth so what's up

So if you want me to go, well I'm about to nut up

The two baddest street fools alive

So I don't think that you and your boys can survive

You gotta girl, well if she's good to go

I bet me and E already dogged the hoe

A train was in effect and your girl was rocked

By a hell of a fool, that was hard to stop

Yo, Ren let's jet, let's get the hell on out

Because everybody knows what we're talkin' about

We're two hard

Two hard

Two hard

Two hard

Like that

Two hard

Two hard

Break it down again, come on Yella, break it down

Can I get another roll

One time

Hit a little cymbal for me

Break it down two times

Let me get a funky roll right here

The boy is good

Alright on the three, on the two

Ah yeah, here we go y'all

Break it down on the one

Here we go

Let me get a funky roll right here

Two times