Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Hard Pt. 2, artist - Royce 5'9.
Date of issue: 12.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Go Hard Pt. 2 |
Bar Exam 3, tramp |
Yeah! |
Whoooooo! |
Fuck is wrong with you? |
Go and inform your crew |
That I can end your career in less than a song or two |
I’m a tyrant, I’m like an irate Somalian pirate |
You’re as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the heine virus |
Dead a verse, I got more bars than Leavenworth |
The present president backwards, call me «Tnediserp» |
I shoot niggas with knives, stab niggas with guns |
Kiss hands and shake babies, I make the medic hurt |
Fuck a producer too, them faggots is fuckboys |
I should rap over the Brinks truck backin' up noise |
The city’s in an uproar over the hustl-or |
I got it on lock like up north but much more |
These rap niggas sayin' they rollin' on them wheels |
But the only rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the pill |
They high, speakin' of rollin', we a roll |
You will see us get paper before you see us fold |
Hip hop nigga, the opposite of neo-soul |
The only thing sing is the pistol when I’m takin' Ne-Yo's soul |
You aspire to get a chain that’s glistenin' |
I aspire to get a chain of businesses |
I retire niggas, gettin' at me ain’t what the business is |
I kill the kitten if he witnesses |
I make it look easy, before I self destruct |
I’ma get some hoes pregnant like 50 and Lil Weezy |
I don’t give a fuck about shit |
Got nothin' to say to y’all but «suck dick», I fuck yo' bitch |
And send her back to you, pussy like she been in labor dawg |
And when I’m done with her she gon' need a cable all |
My dream mistress is a bitch like Nicki Minaj |
And if the ass ain’t real then I’m with the façade |
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick your demise |
The silencers screwed on now the clips in disguise |
Now who the fuck goin' harder than Nickel |
I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue |
I go hard; |
so much harder than everybody |
I John Doe tag the toe of every body |
We go hard |
Oh yeah eh eh, we go hard |
That I, I, I, we go hard |
Oh yeeeeah-ay ay, we go hard |
That I, I, I, we go hard |
Oh yeeeeah-ay ay, we go hard |
Go hard, so hard |
So hard, so hard, whoa-oh (Let it breathe) |
The best nigga in the game, yeah, you know this |
The game never be the same, yeah, you know this |
(Kid Vishis!) Ignite violence, make him swallow shells |
That’ll clog his windpipe, make the doctor do the Heimlich |
Fightin' for the loot like a riot; |
this is Pay-Per-View |
Rap niggas don’t get it unless they buyin' this |
Blame it on the drugs like Steve-O, you still a Jackass |
I spit dope, my fans got a crack habit |
If you can beat me on beats congrats |
The sore loser when I snatch him out the booth then I beat his ass |
What you call rappin', I call trash |
Every punch you call strong, I call jabs, so listen |
I’m sicker than a stripper, if you tip her, give her fifties and twenties |
Hit the lights she realize it’s counterfeit money |
My niggas get large cash |
Push the rock good as Bobby Hurley 'fore the car crash |
I get star cash, tour cash, more cash |
Don’t wanna pay me, I’mma take it out of your ass |
Do what you want fam, I say fam cause I fry a man |
Feelin' angry man, I’ll flight 'em in |
Honestly godly, what fool wanna battle me? |
I use the Earth as a cue and shoot pool with the galaxy |
Few could challenge me, who do catastrophe |
Three cash, guns point the guard, I’m Steve Nash |
You a rap group, I’ll slap through |
The only time you see a gun is when mine is pointin' at you |
Skip the church and the reverend I’mma put 'em on a 747 |
And the destination’s Heaven |
For example, break into my notebook |
And find more shit than the cops friskin' Rambo |
Make 'em fade to black, fit 'em for a blindfold |
Told you I’m a Dibo pitbull, die slow |
I’ll really hit your crib with the semi |
Break a nigga baby back and ribs, I call my bullets Chili’s |