HART

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (A yeah, yeah, yeah)

A yeah, yeah, yeah (A yeah, yeah, yeahhh)

A yeah, a yeah, a yeah, yeahhh

A yeah, a yeah, a yeah, yeahhh

They can say whateva

I’ma do whateva

No pain is foreva

Yup, ya know this

Tougher than a lion

Aint no need in tryin’

I live where the sky ends

Yup, ya know this

Never lyin’, truth tella

That Rihanna rain just won’t let up

All black on, black top shades

Black top Mayyybach

I’ma rock this shit like fashion hasn’t

goin’ til they sayyy stop

And my, runway never looked so clear

With the hottest bitch in heels right here

No fear, and while you are getting your cry on

I’m getting my fly onnn

Sincere, I see you aimin’ at my pedastal

I betta let ya know

That I, I, I, I’m so hard

A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard

That I, I, I, I’m so hard

A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard

That I, I, I, I’m so hard

A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard

So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard

A yeah, yeah, yeah

That Rihanna rain just won’t let up

A yeah, yeah, yeah

That Rihanna rain just won’t let up

A yeah, yeah, yeah

That Rihanna rain just won’t let up

So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard

All up on it

Know you want to clone it

Aint like me

That chick too phony

Ride this beat, beat, beat like a pony

Meet me at the top (top, top)

It’s gettin’ lonely

Who think they test me now

Run through yo town

I’ll shut it down

Brilliant, resilient

Fan mail from 27 million

And I want it all

It’s gonna take more than that

hope that ain’t all you got

I need it all

The money, the fame, the cars, the clothes

I can’t just let you run up on me like that (all on me like that)

Yeahhh

I see you aimin’ at my pedastal

So I think I gotta let ya know

That I, I, I, I’m so hard

A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard

That I, I, I, I’m so hard

A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard

That I, I, I, I’m so hard

A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard

So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard

Go hard or go home

Back to your residence

Soon the red doors get a block back to the presidents

I used to run my old block like Obama did

You don’t gotta believe me, go ask my momma then

Couldn’t even come in my room

Smell like a kilo

Look like me and two of my boys playin’ casino

Cali’s all I keep in my bag in California

Tell them to give me back my swag

They try to clone me

You see my Louis chucks, Louis bag, Louis frames, Louis belt

What that make me

Louis mane

I’m in the all white party wearin’ all black

With my new black watch called the heart attack

Cardiac arrest, cardiac wrist

Yeah, they say they’re hard

They aint hard as this

Feeling it coming in the air,

Hear the screams from everywhere,

I’m addicted to thrill,

It's a dangerous love affair,

Can't be scared when nickels down,

Got a problem tell me now,

Only thing that's on my mind is who gon run this town tonight (Wassup),

Who gon run this town tonight (Wassup),

We gon run this town.

We are,

Yeah I said it we are,

This is Roc Nation,

Pledge your allegiance,

Get your fatigues on,

All black everything,

Black cards, blacks cars,

All black everything,

And that girls a black birds riding with their dillingers,

I get more in depth,

If you boys really real enough

This is la Familia, I'll explain later,

But for now let me get back to this paper,

I'm a couple bands down,

And I'm tryin get back,

I gave doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks,

Me I'm talking 5 comma 6 zero's, got zero's, (?)

Back to running circles round,

Now we squared up, hold up.

Life's a game but it's not fair,

I break the rules so I don't care,

So I keep doing my own thing,

Walking tall against the rain,

Victory's within the mile,

Almost there don’t give up now,

Only thing thats on my mind is who’s gon run this town tonight,

Heeey, heeey, heeey

Who's gon run this town tonight.

We are,

Yeah I said it we are,

You can call me Ceasar,

In a dark ceasar,

Please follow the leader,

So Eric B we are,

Microphone fiend, this the return of The God,

Peace God,

Ah ah,

It aint no nobody fresher,

I'm in mason, ah, martin, margella,

On the table screaming fuck the other side they jealous,

We got a banquet full of broads,

They got a table full of fella's,

Yeah, and they aint spending no cake,

They should throw they hand in cos they aint got no spades,

Yeah, my whole team got dough,

So my banquet is looking like millionaires row,

Yeah.

Life's a game but it's not fair,

I break the rules so I don't care,

So I keep doing my own thing,

Walking tall against the rain,

Victory's within the mile,

Almost there don’t give up now,

Only thing thats on my mind is who’s gon run this town tonight,

Heeey, heeey, heeey

Who's gon run this town tonight.

It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow,

To everybody on your dick, no homo,

I bought my whole family whips, no volvo's

Next time I’m in Church please no photos,

Police escorts, everybody passports,

This the life that everybody ask for,

This the fast life we are on a crash course,

What you think i rap for to push a fucking Rav 4,

But I know that if I stay stunting,

All these girls only gon want one thing,

I can spend my whole life good will hunting,

Only good gon come is it's good when I'm (?),

She got an ass that will swallow up a G-string,

And up top ah, 2 bee stings,

And I'm beasting off the re sling,

And my n-gga just made it out the precinct,

We give a damn bout the drama that your dude bring,

I'm just tryin' change the color of your mood ring,

Reebok baby, you need to try some new things,

Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings ?

What's that Ye ? Baby these heels,

Is that a make ?

What,

Baby these wheels,

You trippin when you aint sippin, have a refill

You feel like you running huh, now you know how we feel,

Wassup.

Heeey, heeey, heeey,

We gon run this town tonight,

Wassup.

BTW here’s the link of the pic: http://www.rihannaphotos.org/albums/appearances/09/sep10-giuseppe/normal_017.jpg

this the lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (A yeah, yeah, yeah)
A yeah, yeah, yeah (A yeah, yeah, yeahhh)
A yeah, a yeah, a yeah, yeahhh
A yeah, a yeah, a yeah, yeahhh

They can say whateva
I’ma do whateva
No pain is foreva
Yup, ya noticed

Tougher than a lion
Aint no need in tryin’
I live where the sky ends
Yup, ya noticed

Never lyin’, truth tella
That Rihanna rain just won’t let up
All black on, black top shades
Black top Mayyybach

I’ma rock this shit like fashion hasn’t
goin’ til they sayyy stop
And my, runway never looked so clear
With the hottest bitch heels right here

No fear, and while you are getting your cry on
I’m getting my fly onnn
Sincere, I see you aimin’ at my pedastal
I betta let ya know

That I, I, I, I’m so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard
That I, I, I, I’m so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard
That I, I, I, I’m so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard

A yeah, yeah, yeah
That Rihanna rain just won’t let up
A yeah, yeah, yeah
That Rihanna rain just won’t let up
A yeah, yeah, yeah
That Rihanna rain just won’t let up
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard

All up on it
Know you want to clone it
Aint like me
That chick too phony
Ride this beat, beat, beat like a pony
Meet me at the top (top, top)
It’s gettin’ lonely

Who think they test me now
Run through yo town
I’ll shut it down
Brilliant, resilient
Fan mail from 27 million

And I want it all
It’s gonna take more than that
hope that ain’t all you got
I need it all
The money, the fame, the cars, the clothes

I can’t just let you run up on me like that (all on me like that)
Yeahhh
I see you aimin’ at my pedastal
So I think I gotta let ya know

That I, I, I, I’m so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard
That I, I, I, I’m so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard
That I, I, I, I’m so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard

Go hard or go home
Back to your residence
Soon the red doors get a block back to the presidents
I used to run my old block like Obama did
You don’t gotta believe me, go ask my momma then

Couldn’t even come in my room
Smell like a kilo
Look like me and two of my boys playin’ casino
Cali’s all I keep in my bag in California
Tell them to give me back my swag
They try to clone me

You see my Louis chucks, Louis bag, Louis frames, Louis belt
What that make me
Louis mane

I’m in the all white party wearin’ all black
With my new black watch called the heart attack
Cardiac arrest, cardiac wrist
Yeah, they say they’re hard
They aint hard as this

Hard!

One word describes me
And if I wasn’t doin’ this
You know where I be, too hard

Where them girls talkin’ trash
Where them girls talkin’ trash
Where they at, where they at, where they at

Where them bloggers girls at
Where them bloggers girls at
Where they at, where they at, where they at

Where ya lighters at
Where ya lighters at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard

That I, I, I, I’m so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard
That I, I, I, I’m so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard
That I, I, I, I’m so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so hard
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard

That I, I, I