Da Mafia 6iX - Go Hard Lyrics
feat. Gangsta Boo & Yelawolf[Intro: DJ Paul]Man, these *****ing haters out here, man*****ing voices in my head telling me to cremate these haters(Cremate, Cre-cre-cremate)Sitting here, loading up this mother*****ing gun (gun)Hitting this mother*****ing dope (dope)I'm just thinking, man!I'm just thinking! (thinking)***** these niggas!***** all of 'em (DJ Paul)Da Mafia 6ix in this mother*****erFeaturing YelawolfWe came here to kick mother*****ing assAnd take mother*****ing namesOn all you *****-ass mother*****ers[Hook: DJ Paul]Nigga, I go hardI'll be in the kitchen, nigga whippingHave these junkies round this mother*****erFlipping off that mother*****ing hardBreak it down to dimes dimes, hit rewind, keep that 9Case these suckers round here want a mother*****ing prob'Nigga, I stay ready for whateverCause a nigga like me been hadMother*****ing hardNigga, I stay strapped with that EagleRiding in that RegalCause I go mother*****ing hard[Verse 1: DJ Paul]I go hard with that no regards, they send their regardsAll these guns, you can't disregard 'em -- we strapped up like godsWe are homies, we need purple hearts, nigga purple heartsSuffocate the hater to that nigga, down on purple hardCrack, *****, we got that baseball hardWe concentrating, hollow tip bullets like baseball cards223, batting, shooting six baseball yardsAnd when it comes to guns, we number one on the pop chartsSucker[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]Got my niggas jumping off the porch, and they are trained to goHeaded to kick that busta door, dropping off your ass hoYeah, I said it and I meant it, pimping be about her businessPaul told me to kill you hoes, so I'm gonna murk these hoesEverybody know that Gangsta Boo gon' lead them to the guapSipping, tripping, flicking on my haters, and I will not stopI've been going hard like, "Oh my God, I'll see you at the top"And ***** when I see you there, I'mma knock you out your *****in' spot[Hook: DJ Paul][Verse 3: Yelawolf]I am the king of the six packThe prince of the whiskey bottleGet drunk with a fat *****Make her feel like a frisky modelEverybody goes rock and roll as a dive when and I'm in this *****Slide up in this mix, I'm do or die when I get that switchYou mother*****ers ain't going hard, you live with that impotenceI'm in that pick-up with the tint, ride on that picket fenceWith twenty-sixes, I meant to say Three and SixMe and these ghetto stars pull up in cars and immediate--ly get idiots and G's and media clings to see the city of thievesWho graffiti the sceneWith heathens and fiends who bring heaters in jeansIn Adidas with strings out, you see what I mean, hard![Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]Seems to me thatPeople are truth thereHe did it, number one spotHere I come *****, hit the Billy boulevardGet hoes like Vietnam, *****Who is she? Click that Desert Eagle DE hondoBlood on my hands, all on my clothesBound dog, crushing that mother*****erNigga, nigga ***** [?]Call me Lord AlmightyWhen we come and bang y'all[Hook: DJ Paul][Verse 5: Lord Infamous]In my ear discuss if I should send these pussies up into my bedroomThe Infamous juggernaut got more solds then other men ride in the ghettoI'm blasting heavy metal but this here ain't no Metallica***** it and I balance ya, the burner in the ChallengerIlluminati in Bugattis do karate with the shottyEverybody very naughty, infrared, probably stalkingMysterious disappearancesWe're experiencing with killers not apparentAnd these niggas just dismember, man[Verse 6: Crunchy Black]Crunchy said bang, Lord said bangKoop said bang, any nigga get it, manPaul had "Sippin," Boo had "Hit Ya"Getting how I painted this mother*****ing pictureAny nigga get it, we ain't playing wit' you hoesTen toes down and we spraying out you hoesGet it how we live, live the way it is***** around nigga, and you get yourself killed[Hook: DJ Paul]
