Diehard (feat. Erick Sermon, Rahzel & Buckshot) - DJ JS-1, Erick Sermon, Buckshot

Sermon

DJ

JS-1

Uh

Yeah

Sound good

Hip Hop all day uh

Yeah

Headrollers uh

Yeah

Here we go uh

Yeah

Mr. Hard Core is back

DJ JS-1

He provided the track

That I’m about to attack

There up in the woods

Kinda big and black

Win airs in the hood

Actually nigga i’m good

I do it so easy

Tyrese

I’m a beast from the east

Grrr

At least I bring off the peace

I sign from the underground

Whenever I release

But you on the other hand

Need to be shot

For the man rule

Let’s spin a barrel

Pop

Droooooop

This year will be the best ya’ll seen

Make room

Coming through

Like a SUV

It’s gonna be hard to S-T-O-P

Stop the band of the year

I’m on the ramp

And access is granted

So I’m taking the advantage

Damn it

Yeah

This is how we doing here

No fear

Saying make sure its clear

Any problem?

Solve it

But the answer

We ain’t the one to be fucked with

(Hardcore, hardcore)

Too many rap DJs

Coming for his crown

Went and got Buckshot

So they better duck down

I’m runnin up with the E Double

With double Glock

The two shotty, the 12 gauge

The double pop (pop)

JS in the Trailblaze

So pop the trunk

Too many bodies at the party

So it betta buck

Maybe a Halle or a Holly

21 Jump

21 guns salute

Suit up

(buzzing sound)

A quiet storm

Call it Viacom

Arm, arm

Make a nigga head transform

Selassie, Aasheim, Rackmon

Or are you Akbar

Dot com

I stay calm with that napalm

Too many gems in them pages

When I read Psalms

I’m the Holy Qu’ran

Teflon

This is not Ricki Lake

Or a Drake song

War is war

But you a backwards nigga

So when you see me

You see Thor

Bwoy

Your whole style is chump

Buckwild

I don’t smile

I dunk

Shots at you

You can tell

When you see your peeps

Ducking and hiding

The only place to duck is down

That’s if I sign em

Remind him

He got memory loss

Came out and set every course

I set it in course

Listen

This is only a fact

Me and put Brooklyn on the map

You doubt that?

Son just Google it

Don’t get soup dude

Cause I’ll shoot up your oodles and noodles

And show dudes who’s in charge

Me and my squad

Listen dog don’t pee in my yard

I know the smell

For heavens sake

Got to hell

JS 1 you spray this gun

And Buckshots swell

Big plans

Burning in the big hand

What I did to fam

Makes no sense

Had niggas ready to murder

When I paid those fans

Automatics and 9 mills

Made them tense

On the road

Like DMV

On the track with the E

From EPMD

Heads see

(that's right)

So if you test me

You fail on the track

With Erick Sermon and As Rahzel

JJ, SS

JJ, SS

One

J, SSS

J, SSS

JS-1

J, SS

J.SS

J, SS

JS-1