Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hard Hitters , by - Young Buck. Song from the album TIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.11.2005
Record label: John Galt Entertainment
Song language: English
Hard Hitters |
| You can smoke one to the head to this |
| Rizin Sun, Young Buck (What), First Born (What), and D-Tay |
| Them four hard hitters nigga and we back |
| Another dope track, know what I’m sayin' what yo |
| Yo we them hard hitters |
| Them drag you out the yard niggas |
| Bout to squab triggers |
| That leave you in the dark nigga |
| We raw nigga |
| Them same superstar nigga |
| Them anytime goin' right ain’t no bar nigga |
| We blow figures |
| To show you who the boss nigga |
| That drops niggas |
| With the chrome Moss nigga |
| You lost nigga |
| See T.I.P. |
| don’t like the game |
| Ya get outta line and T.I.P. |
| gon' like they aim |
| Is it my turn to show them niggas we be stars on tracks |
| Start up beef, we in yo front yard with gats |
| So don’t go with that, we leave you flat paralyzed from the neck |
| With a motherfuckin' hole in ya back |
| It ain’t my fault if you balled hard |
| Start slimin' up the walls, leave him in his draws |
| Nigga you know the protocol |
| We were born for hard ball |
| Stealin' cars and livin' life hard ya heard me |
| If y’all gon' ride with me, get high with me |
| Then go and get the straps nigga gunfire with me |
| You’ll die quickly, when we apply all fifty |
| My real niggas, hard hitters they ride with me |
| If y’all gon' ride with me, get high with me |
| Then go and get the straps nigga gunfire with me |
| You’ll die quickly, when we apply all fifty |
| My real niggas, hard hitters they die with me |
| We did it all in our lifetime |
| Dealin' drugs, bustin' them slugs |
| Runnin' with thugs, when it get down to them broads |
| They ain’t showin' no love |
| Put his face in the mud |
| Fuckin' with the hard hitters, D-Tay my nigga |
| Got contracts to get 'em, lyrical spitter |
| We slaved on the figures found out who’s better |
| From Nashville to Chucktown we go round for round |
| City to city and then we knock it down |
| Yeah we’ll lock it down |
| Then we hit these niggas spot up with fifty rounds |
| The best pound for pound |
| Representin' the town |
| That’ll clown when it’s time for the showdown, better slow down |
| (D-Tay unload the four pound) |
| This shit’s about to go down nigga |
| Whoa now leave these niggas shit tore down |
| Whole town be locked down |
| Got the whole world shocked now |
| T.I.P. |
| on top now |
| I’ll put it all on the line for these gangsta ass niggas of mine |
| First Born, D-Tay we hard hitters combined |
| Talk shit and ya dyin' if ya think that I’m lyin' |
| Ask that nigga named Bryan, caught six in the spine |
| And we ain’t hard to find we just sleep in the daytime |
| After the sunshine we duckin' for war time |
| You said you want what now |
| See go to war nigga, hard hitters we buck wild |
| Just us four niggas |
| See we live for gunfire, kick in ya door nigga |
| If we come at lunchtime, we afternoon killers |
| Who that playa with mine |
| Must be some new niggas |
| Who done did some time and wanna mitch new figures |
| Get the tools niggas, let’s show the world how we abuse niggas |
| Cock back the hammer and just shoot nigga |
| All for the loot nigga |
| We ain’t no cute niggas |
| Tryin' to knock boots nigga |
| We out here choosin' nigga |