[Chorus: Pouya & Shakewell]
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the—
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the—
(MTM, hit 'em with the heat)
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the—
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the—
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the—
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the—
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the—
Yuh

[Verse 1: Pouya]
Better be ready for armageddon when that bell rings
Strap up your boots, call your troops, grab an AR
Terror hold that AK-47 to rip your face off
Baby Bone, I'm Nicholas Cage with that chainsaw
Rising from the underground to send you to the graveyard
We young and dumb and yes, we feeding off that chaos from Florida slums
Thought that Baby Bone was done, but yet there's more to come
Ten years strong and I'm still on the run
Had to go get this money, I was sick of losing every day
Did what I had to do, I did some thangs that I can never say
That banger never leave my side, I'm ready to take your soul away
My hoes upset 'cause lately, they can't get ahold of me
My partners hold me down, pick me up off the ground when I feel like I'm stuck
Back in the day when I used to get buck in black land in a blacked out Ford truck
Fuck boy better tuck and duck, you know what's up with us
Better come prepared and armed, I am the storm after the calm, yuh
[Chorus: Terror Reid]
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the—
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the—
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the— (Ayy, bitch)
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the— (It's Reid, what's up? What's up?)

[Verse 2: Terror Reid]
Ayy, they never seein' me coming, hit that blindside
Like seven boppers in the temple and a Mai Tai
Chevy swingin' through, .45 tucked on my waistline
Three and O, out of time
Out of line, I guess I get mine
Come meet me at the gates to show you how we operate
Rushin', bustin' eighths, runnin' fades like it's a race
Fuck out my face, ho, know your place
That's just how it's supposed to taste
Pouya pullin' a MAC out of the motherfuckin' chiller case
S-I-X, upgraded to exec'
Tyrannosaurus Rex, highlight it and hit select
Throw the set if you fuckin' with the flex
Can't resurrect
Cut off the head of one the devil sent
Symbiotic, bionic
That purple chronic, I want it
Even my presence iconic
Lightin' 'em up, Panasonic
The supersonic spontaneous
As they shakin' simultaneous
Jack his chain as well as other miscellaneous
[Chorus]
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the—
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the—
Hard to the core, hard to the core, hard to the—
Hard to the core, hard to the core