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Go Hard ft. Yelawolf

Go Hard ft. Yelawolf Lyrics   Da Mafia 6ix feat. Gangsta Boo

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[Hook: DJ Paul]
Nigga, I go hard
I'll be in the kitchen, nigga whipping
Have these junkies round this motherfucker
Flipping off that motherfucking hard
Break it down to dimes dimes, hit rewind, keep that 9
Case these suckers round here want a motherfucking prob'
Nigga, I stay ready for whatever
Cause a nigga like me been had
Motherfucking hard
Nigga, I stay strapped with that Eagle
Riding in that Regal
Cause I go motherfucking hard

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I go hard with that no regards, they send their regards
All these guns, you can't disregard 'em - we strapped up like gods
We are homies, we need purple hearts, nigga purple hearts
Suffocate the hater to that nigga, down on purple hard
Crack, bitch, we got that baseball hard
We concentrating, hollow tip bullets like baseball cards
223, batting, shooting six baseball yards
And when it comes to guns, we number one on the pop charts
Sucker

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Got my niggas jumping off the porch, and they are trained to go
Headed to kick that busta door, dropping off your ass ho
Yeah, I said it and I meant it, pimping be about her business
Paul told me to kill you hoes, so I'm gonna murk these hoes
Everybody know that Gangsta Boo gon' lead them to the guap
Sipping, tripping, flicking on my haters, and I will not stop
I've been going hard like, "Oh my God, I'll see you at the top"
And bitch when I see you there, I'mma knock you out your fuckin' spot

[Hook: DJ Paul]

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
I am the king of the six pack
The prince of the whiskey bottle
Get drunk with a fat bitch
Make her feel like a frisky model
Everybody goes rock and roll as a dive when and I'm in this bitch
Slide up in this mix, I'm do or die when I get that switch
You motherfuckers ain't going hard, you live with that impotence
I'm in that pick-up with the tint, ride on that picket fence
With twenty-sixes, I meant to say Three and Six
Me and these ghetto stars pull up in cars and immediately
Get idiots and G's and media clings to see the city of thieves
Who graffiti the scene
With heathens and fiends who bring heaters in jeans
In Adidas with strings out, you see what I mean, hard!

[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
Give me dat #1 spot, here I come, bitch
Kick da belly button up off these hoes like Vietnam, bitch!
Bull shit!
Grab the Desert Eagle then unload
Now it's blood on my hands, all on my clothes
Bow down, Koopsta da muthafuka
Leavin' them them niggas up in them trees
Call me Lord Almighty when you come to pray to me

[Hook: DJ Paul]

[Verse 5: Lord Infamous]
In my ear discuss if I should send these pussies up into my bedroom
The Infamous juggernaut got more solds
Than other men ride in the ghetto
I'm blasting heavy metal but this here ain't no Metallica
Fuck it and I balance ya, the burner in the Challenger
Illuminati and Bugatti get rowdy with the shotty
Everybody very naughty, infrared, probably stalking
Mysterious disappearances
We're experiencing with killers not apparent
And these niggas just dismember, man

[Verse 6: Crunchy Black]
Crunchy said bang, Lord said bang
Koop said bang, any nigga get it, man
Paul had "Sippin," Boo had "Hit Ya"
Getting how I painted this motherfucking picture
Any nigga get it, we ain't playing wit' you hoes
Ten toes down and we spraying out you hoes
Get it how we live, live the way it is
Fuck around nigga, and you get yourself killed

[Hook: DJ Paul]

The first single from the reunited Three 6 Mafia (DJ Paul, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy Black, Koopsta Knicca and Lord Infamous), featuring Yelawolf and released in October 2013 with accompanying visuals.

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