Hard to Kill

[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 mother******* 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 ************* 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 atdisposal
You see, everyone goes, on foes
I'm killing hoes too
Nobody takes the witness stand
Your ass is out,
I'm cleaning ****** *******s 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)