Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Go Hard , by - Benzino. Release date: 19.08.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Go Hard |
| Unh, Hangmen 3 |
| 2 Times and J. B |
| Yeah, Benzino, c’mon |
| Let’s take it to these motherfucking streets, yo |
| Yo, throw your 3's up |
| Lord I’m crying out, help me get my shit together |
| They tryin to put me back in, but I won’t let 'em |
| I’m a living legend in these streets — east coast gangsta |
| With ties to the west coast, banging |
| Motherfuck a street team, my team bereave streets |
| Since '86 street sweepers poppin out the back door |
| Sprayed blocks, certain niggas kept Glocks |
| Trucks ramped, niggas couldn’t understand it |
| Benzino, sniffin eighths of anthrax |
| Niggas can’t touch me, my nose gettin runny |
| I got 5 cases, in 3 states with 6 lawyers |
| Had a 5S with Mass plates and 4 corners |
| Now I’m Black Stallion, Ferrari Twin Turbo |
| Probably been warned, but 'Zino gon hurt you |
| Enough’s enough, let’s take it to the streets |
| Raise big fire over Hangmen beats, c’mon |
| Go hard, or go home — I don’t wanna hear it |
| My shit too long, and now you gon feel it |
| We gon break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em |
| Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em — Go hard |
| Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em |
| Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em — Go hard |
| Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em |
| Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em — Go hard |
| Diablos, the slug from the web and kill Gotho |
| Nevatho, from East L.A., Bronx to Chicago |
| My choppa sting ya, make you scream «A bay Maria!» |
| Born leader, Benzino bring flame, born heater |
| I post bail with 6 figures, you slick niggas |
| Betta have extra clips if you try and stick with us |
| I’m a monster on this mic, official Made Men savvy |
| Draped with rabbit foot, nothing less 50 karats |
| My closet’s like a rainbow — Velour suits change like the weather |
| Adidas box stacked, Fly 11's |
| Hydraulics in the 6 keep my CD’s from skippin |
| You niggas trippin, nasty, know steady rippin |
| GQ Magazine, we on page 144 |
| Source covers, Spaceships, Flex Tunnel Tour |
| I bet chu didn’t know the Hangmen made a beat and laced Nas |
| Stop hating motherfucker, go hard! |
| Benzino strike back — most hated, fuck this rap game |
| Reputed gang banga, accused drug slanga. |
| thug |
| Rhyme sick style, arrogant. |
| thug |
| Run up on me wrong — not having it |
| My crew been through so much that you can’t dream of |
| Everybody wanna be hard til they see slugs |
| Continue breaking bread with my team, thug mean muggs |
| I’m organized, my shit’s effective |
| Selective, with the type of niggas that I run with |
| Guns clicked. |
| hold up, we on some other shit |
| Scream loud, Benzino represent for the niggas, bitches, gangstas, playas |