Go Hard Round Here

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jae Millz] Eh yo Nigga wants the drama on, of course I'm going off Bitch, my whole life been hard, so I'm never going soft Back up in them perly gates, the only thing you gon' cross East, west, south, nigga, either way you going north Fuck you and them foot soldiers you calling goons 'Cause I [?] fiends put in them spoons Look, I be on that stupid shit, that murder, kill, shoot him shit Boom, even if it's the one who pushed you out her woom Fuck [?] R-raded, cap a tool, W That's for wreckless, so respect it Or these tools'll bring blues To the family of you, you are no superhero And you ain't gotta be like [?] die like [?] Fuck your money and your ego, my nigga T-Streets ain't from Argintina, but he'll shoot you down like Delphino Them young boys you send will get trampled Man handled, bitch, this is why [?] don't make me stand [?] [Verse 2: T-Streets] T-Streets the name Money, money, money, and money again I ain't got track shoes, but I'm running the game Wish I could turn into a bullet, and just run in your brain All y'all niggas, just remind me of my hoes So you better walk light, like some diamonds on your toes I told the bankteller, put some kommas on them O's I run up in your house, and put your mama on the floor And yes I goes off, like a timer on them hoes I put that dick on them, and go Osama on them hoes You pussy ass niggas, tryna [?] into them hoes I let that [?] Yeah, fuck [?] boys I fuck that Nina Ross, make her moan for y'all boys Yeah, and again, it's T-Streets Just pray we never meet, motherfucker [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Take that nigga head off, watch that bitch neck slide I call him how I see him, and I got a direct line Favorite number Tech 9, I go so erect, I'm Coming to collect mine, bitch, you gon' respect mine Now who that be [?] AK make you walk it out, like a padestrian Extra terrestrial, extra collesteral You should eat healthier, I turn you to a vegetable I'm throwing bullets, can you catch it all? 'Cause they are special y'all's, especially y'all I'm throwing bullets, now can you catch it all? I make you catch them all, like [?] Open wide, receive a foot in your [?] Everything [?] foot to [?] chin [?] These niggas walking, we the fucking bush wackers And they are just good actors [Verse 4: Gudda Gudda] It's a war going on outside, nobody safe, nigga 8 to your face, taking straight to the safe, nigga Bitch nigga panic, 'cause I'm here to start static Shit, your head gon' need a bandage, I got tools like a makanic I'm ready for the war, course, hot burner, scarlet tortch Block burner, turn your fucking set into a holocaust Got problems, call the boss I'll make them niggas call it off The 44 Bulldog, barking like a hungry dog Marxman, Evel Knievel with the pistol I roll on the ground, pop up and knock your shit loose I knock off your tissue, make sure you get miss you's Don't check a nigga, stick his ass and bag [?] Bitch niggas actors, better yet actresses The tool will hit you and flip you like pissy mattresses Lineback a gun, 'cause it blits and just tackle shit Snap, pop, bend, break, brooze, and straight crackle shit Gudda!