Dj Paul - Go Hard lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Man, these f**ing haters out here, man f**ing voices in my head telling me to cremate these haters (Cremate, Cre-cre-cremate) Sitting here, loading up this motherf**ing gun (gun) Hitting this motherf**ing dope (dope) I'm just thinking, man! I'm just thinking! (thinking) f** these n***as! f** all of 'em (DJ Paul) Da Mafia 6ix in this motherf**er Featuring Yelawolf We came here to kick motherf**ing a** And take motherf**ing names On all you b**h-a** motherf**ers [Hook: DJ Paul] n***a, I go hard I'll be in the kitchen, n***a whipping Have these junkies round this motherf**er Flipping off that motherf**ing hard Break it down to dimes dimes, hit rewind, keep that 9 Case these s**ers round here want a motherf**ing prob' n***a, I stay ready for whatever Cause a n***a like me been had Motherf**ing hard n***a, I stay strapped with that Eagle Riding in that Regal Cause I go motherf**ing 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, n***a purple hearts Suffocate the hater til that n***a, got a purple heart Crack, b**h, we got that baseball hard We constantly trading 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 s**er [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] Got my n***as jumping off the porch, and they are trained to go Headed to kick that busta door, dropping off your a** ho Yeah, I said it and I meant it, pimping be about her business Paul told me to k** 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 b**h when I see you there, I'mma knock you out your f**in' 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 b**h Make her feel like a frisky model Everybody knows rock'n'roll is alive when I'm in this b**h Slide up in this mix, I'm do or die when I get that switch You motherf**ers 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 immediate- Ly 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] Seems to me that People are truth there Gimme that number one spot Here I come b**h, hit the Billy boulevard Get hoes like Vietnam, b**h Who is she? Click that Desert Eagle DE hondo Blood on my hands, all on my clothes Bound dog, crushing that motherf**er n***a folks selling them tree Call me the almighty When we come and bang y'all [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 then other men ride in the ghetto I'm blasting heavy metal but this here ain't no Metallica f** it and I balance ya, the burner in the Challenger Illuminati in Bugattis do karate with the shotty Everybody very naughty, infrared, probably stalking Mysterious disappearances We're experiencing with k**ers not apparent And these n***as just dismember, man [Verse 6: Crunchy Black] Crunchy said bang, Lord said bang Koop said bang, any n***a get it, man Paul had "Sippin," Boo had "Hit Ya" Getting how I painted this motherf**ing picture Any n***a 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 f** around n***a, and you get yourself k**ed [Hook: DJ Paul]