Royce Da 5'9" - Hard White (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: T.I.] Guess, who's, back, home! G sh**, certified, n***a can't touch him Bosses all love him, haters, well f** them Bought cribs everywhere, everything custom "Lun-bun-ton", bougie b**hes like "What's them?" Solitaire clear stones, Maybach: clear dome Blowin' on that loud pack, bankroll's full-grown Well-known convict: go on with the dumb sh** Thug life wit' it, like it tatted on my stomach n***a better pick another number because I am not the one The bigger picture's what's important, before all is said and done I bet I get this sh** back up under my feet Bullsh** aside, what I want, I keep I'm the big bad wolf, and I want my sheep Your birthday cake, I want my piece I'm beefing with MC's at the meet It seems they're less than decent I'm a beast, then you're my feast Apologies, you just can't keep it Say you're winning, yes you're being Condescending and facetious G's from sea to shining sea you may bump this in your Caprices Bow! [Verse 2: Yelawolf] I once had a friend named Charlie, and Charlie was always late to school He had a black eye one day, but he wouldn't say just what happened to him Charlie got mad in cla** one day, and stood up with a .22 pistol Told everybody that he couldn't take it anymore, he was over being the victim See, one bullet through the wall, and the history cla** was interrupted Charlie fell down in a pool of blood in the cla** that made it public He said that the bullies in school they drove him to be a suicidal Cause the mirrors didn't reflect the criteria of an American Idol Well, sometimes I feel like I could run through the hallways with an AK, too Not sayin' that I would but it might feel good to off me a rapper or two So, I loaded this pen with a hollow tip, and I followed Tip To the hollow pits of my heart for sh** for you to role model with Take a fifth of Jack and swallow it, take a point shell and hollow it Don't be the one with the gun, be the one with the rum, plus two models with All the kids, listen up, Yelawolf don't give a f** about a club I don't wanna see you in school, tryna' do what I do, telling folks you gon' pop the trunk Make something of something, or something from nothing, baby wake up Play Radioactive, let me see the reaction, see if I really give a f** Shady [Hook: Lil Jon, (Yelawolf)] Up in the club, don't give a f** Up in the club, don't give a f** Up in the club, don't give a f** Up in the club, (still don't give a f**!) [Verse 3: Crooked I] 9 millimeter, ride with a heater, drive with a liter I'm finna need a mic and a speaker I'm finna be the prominent leader, confidence-eater Tell competition “Hasta la vista” Dog, you putting my name in the middle of s**er sh** Is something like you gettin' raped by a stranger Cause you do not know who you're f**in' with Crooked is a product of the S-L-A-U-G-H-T-E-R You, "haha" funny, I had money when the DVD was a VCR n***as about to need CPR when they see the car, k** 'em, dead Might pull over, f** my chauffeur, cause I screw drivers: Phillips Head Them I'mma tell her to take me to Yela, getting f**ed up, I ain't feelin' embarra**ed The feelin' in the air is the 2.0's party, like n***as and wiggas in Paris [Verse 4: Royce da 5'9"] Nickle 9 a rider, arriving at the drama the driver fireing the llama Got a bunch of fly b**hes saying "Hi" to me now cause a n***a said "Hi" to Rihanna Cause I look (cause I look) and I smell good (It's a man's world!) That's right, I'm the new James Brown, drunk in an interview, f** you finna do? What I'm finna do is go to the strip club and order 8 bricks I'm on my T.I.P. in A-T-L looking for a little pretty young thing I can escape with (Hold the car baby) Radioactive, Shady gon' make it go Platinum, I couldn't resist To jump on that Slaughterhouse, Yelawolf, Lil Jon, Hard White remix! [Hook: Lil Jon, (Yelawolf)] [Verse 5: Joell Ortiz] Lil Jon, let me get a lil' bit, I mean a minute, nothin' crazy It's just that I'ma lyricist and I've been sittin' with this ridiculous venomous bite And I'm so ready to strike A swing and a miss! My dick swing in your miss I got a missile, can't call it, I might misdial I'm in orbit listening to Em's last album guzzling gin: recovering alcoholic Everything looking alright, welcome to the lyricist's pub, who want to bar fight? In a bar so high cause you're dealing with 4 dope muf**ers and 2 hard whites Deuces, period, crop circle That's the family that matters, I'm not Urkel But I'm smooth as Stefan, when I move to snap on Your eyeball, your sh**'ll look purple I'm a product of the PJ's, still walk through that motherf**er in my PJ's Yeah I'm in J.P. Morgan often but don't think I could get chased out the PJ's So try me punk, bet your body jump when this shotty pumps, have your body slumped Yelawolf let me rip this hard white but, please don't make me pop the trunk [Verse 6: Joe Budden] Roll that window down and start dumping! Pull up on whatever block that y'all on Pills got a n***a walking round doing stupid sh**: my definition of an Oxymoron That ain't never stop me from gettin' a bad one I would tell n***as again but they heard the story Furthermore, he got a couple I ain't bust But there's no need to rush, they reserved it for me See I'm all about fam', I don't f** with the rest Goon's that'll squeeze 'til a couple is left The squad, the facade, the sm-smoke and mirrors Yellin' "Payback!", too broke to cover the debt, but I'm grown, adults And whether that sh** you say, you don't reciprocate love or respect You get plugged, and you're gon' need doctors to cover your holes as if they never loaded ca**ettes You probably didn't hear me, standing on the couch, get froggy, I'm breaking any bottle that's near me So real I don't need a hollow to prepare me I'm the first one in the hood to catch a body using Siri Cause they be thinking that I seem crazy, money-motivated, CREAM make me Way out your league, go and dream maybe T.I., Team Shady [Hook: Lil Jon, (Yelawolf)] Up in the club, don't give a f** Up in the club, don't give a f** Up in the club, don't give a f** Up in the club, (still don't give a f**!)