The Game - Hit Em Hard Lyrics
[Verse:]I got a black Mac and a 6 packI don't work-out, I don't chit-chatMy b***h bad, I get ratchetThat Rolls Royce come gift wrappedEm birds still come shrink rapNot strapped? Don't think that!I'm low key, with that click-clatThat wet attack, that pack-pack[Verse 2:]Throw the burner and I'm runnin' homen****s stop bein' lone when the money goneStill walk in this b***h, I'm 100 shownOne chain on my neck, feel like I got 100 onLook at my flow in this b***hPlatinum and gold on my wristMoney accountant be countin' itThat's why I'm throwin' this s**tI'm in bk with that skSame clothes as yesterdayWith that Biggie Smalls on replayAnd I ain't wearin' no vest todayDo the shmoney dance with this MacBetta do it too or get shmurderedI be grillin' that beefI ain't talkin' no burbonsI finna be walkin' like I'mma need?I let off the k and it hop in the?Never a question, I am the shooterI empty the clip and leave you in a pool o'Blood, see how ya get hit with the roogaBlood, bandana, that's how we be movin'Blood, sweepin' from Compton to Brooklyn?When this ain't the park, then this one be shootin'[Hook:]Bringin' n****s down, back and forth, from their passin' porchPass it off, n****s makin' besso, we gon' blast it moreFlex? Gore! We gon' hit em hard, we gon' hit em moreFirst score, we gon' hit em more, we gon' hit em hard[Verse 4:]Runnin' cocaina back and forth, Compton back in?ds to the gn, I'm the boss, jump it back and?Comin' for the murder, mess is off, b***h, you took a lotf**k the dda, we shook em off, b***h we shook em offb***h can twist a jaw with some dope that my momma stoleLot of times she came back with church board Davinci, I had to owe somthin'In the middle of the month or a day no mo', yayo, I had to sold diamondsn***a coulda been a mutha*****in' foreign, no forgeries, I bring em hoes outYuh, n***a, n***a keep actin', I pull out the pump in this b***h like I'm BlizzyEnvy ya patna, we robbin' these b*****s, make all of them strippersn***a is betta to ask for forgiveness, than ask for permissionYou catch me for holla, I catch on ya slippin'I did it a long time, and God is my witnessMy n****s get often accounted for wizardsThen they showed em n****s they show up in?Ya know the business, the n****s ride out snitchin'Them n****s gon' be at yo throatEveryday holla when n****s don't get the treatmentWith?Flippin' the chip out this rappin', been trappin'But there ain't no weed in the blow[Hook:]Bringin' n****s down, back and forth, from their passin' porchPass it off, n****s makin' besso, we gon' blast it allFlex? Gore! We gon' hit em hard, we gon' hit em moreFirst score, we gon' hit em more, we gon' hit em hard[Verse 5:]I just caught a body like a week agoThese hatin' n****s want attention, I don't see em thoYou thought that gangsta s**t but I just can't believe you brokePull up with em shots, knockin' at the European boothPassin' the K to the eme, callin' the emt after I empty this clipI saw em dope, I don't cmt, I don't img, no, I'm as weird as it getsForget ya told me yo dad had a stroke, I said f**k him and bury these n****s in pissRollie on wrist, no type to blow?Girl on my d**k, come get yo brickn****s thinkin' since I rap now, I'll back down and they can come try they luckRiders with me be wired up, and they ridin' with me till the tires bustHaters talkin' but they betta cool itCuz that n***a quick to get fired upLay ya out like my boy Maze, you ain't stand straight, you get ironed outDrinkin' lean till I'm high enoughI don't give a f**k bout none n***aI ain't squashin' s**t, I won't call it offI just handle mine like a mad n***aI'm on front line with these bands, n***aNeed a chair? I-Can't-Stan-n****sWe do walk-by's and hot bumpsWe got slidin' doors on that van, n***a[Hook: x2]Bringin' n****s down, back and forth, from their passin' porchPass it off, n****s makin' besso, we gon' blast it allFlex? Gore! We gon' hit em hard, we gon' hit em moreFirst score, we gon' hit em more, we gon' hit em hard
