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    YOUNG BUCK

    T.I.P. 2005 ©

    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 niggaz
    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 niggaz
    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 niggaz 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 niggaz, 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 niggaz, 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz
    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 niggaz
    Who done did some time and wanna mitch new figures
    Get the tools niggaz, let's show the world how we abuse niggaz
    Cock back the hammer and just shoot nigga
    All for the loot nigga
    We ain't no cute niggaz
    Tryin' to knock boots nigga
    We out here choosin' nigga

    2005 ©

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