Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Go Hard, artist - DMX. Date of issue: 15.09.2003
Song language: English
We Go Hard |
| It’s all, good, my, nigga |
| That’s right, you know how we do dawg, «Pull It» |
| Y.O., Harlem, we back part two man, Dark Man where you at? |
| Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, UHH, UHHHH!!! |
| Let’s set this shit off, start this shit RIGHT |
| It’s goin down to-night! |
| Dawg off the leash, dawg walks with heat |
| Dawg stalks the streets, in New York to eat |
| How many times do I gotta come through (YEA!) |
| Layin that thing down, puttin holes in you |
| You cats get it on the double, so stay the fuck |
| Out of my WAYYYY, you don’t want no trouble (c'mon!) |
| We travel double far, to bring you trouble God |
| We rollin double hard, yea nigga Double R! |
| I don’t know what you thought it was, but it’s NOT |
| But I know that you caught the SLUGS, they was hot |
| Get the fuck off the block! |
| (WHAT?) There’s no more room |
| For bitch niggas (uhh) dawg I’m comin to get niggas (YEA!) |
| Lift niggas, out they boots, dust it |
| Cause I don’t just walk around with them things to bust it |
| Uhh, we go hard! |
| Never mind what a nigga say — we go hard! |
| We gon' play how we wanna play — we go hard! |
| Man we do this shit all day — we go hard! |
| Motherfucker! |
| Uhh, we go hard! |
| Never mind what a nigga say — we go hard! |
| We gon' play how we wanna play — we go hard! |
| Bitch, we do this shit all day — we go hard! |
| Motherfucker! |
| Yo, I leave jail smoothly, jump in the pale hooptie |
| Fuck the dick-suckin-ass-lickin male groupies |
| Diplomats, you look at alliance, you shook in defiance |
| I’m cookin up coke, lookin for clients |
| I got the AK, SK, 40 cal |
| Scope red on your head still 40 thou' (40 thousand) |
| Worse than foul Nerf turf burstin blaow |
| Give the church my child, ask to nurture thou |
| Cause I’ve seen the hearses now |
| But if this was Gilligan’s Island, Thurston Howell, wow |
| Look at his kicks, they worth a thou' |
| Isn’t it sad, do what I say or wish that you had |
| Your Mrs get grabbed, stabbed up, you piss in a bag |
| Or worse than that, zipped in a bag |
| Broke to fractions, a division of math |
| From, Hollywood, shittin on Shaft, we go hard |
| Killa Killa Killa, Killa uh uhh |
| KILLA! |
| X and Killer Cam, Dark Man X, once again — PULL IT! |
| Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, UHHHHHHH! |
| I just love how it’s goin, Cam, X flowin |
| (GET AT 'EM DAWG) I’m already knowin |
| Step lightly around dawg (YEA!) I might be hittin town dawg (YEA) |
| You really tryin to get down dawg? |
| Only thing I can do with pussy is fuck it |
| And I would tell you to suck my dick but you might suck it |
| See y’all niggas the cat type (WHAT?) |
| You still a baby get your ass wiped (WHAT?) |
| Must I take a nigga’s last stripe? |
| (c'mon!) |
| Youse a bitch, now more bitch than a bitch |
| Still a bitch fuckin bitch, you been a bitch |
| Know how we do, run up, in a bitch |
| Peep the crib, run up, in it quick (yea!) |
| Everything breathin stops; |
| only thing my niggas is leavin |
| Is shots, you done got a nigga hot |
| Let me catch you on the block, bitch-ass niggas is cowards |
| Done fucked around and dropped the soap in the shower (C'MON!) |