Go Hard

[Intro: DJ Paul] Man, these fucking haters out here, man Fucking voices in my head telling me to cremate these haters (Cremate, Cre-cre-cremate) Sitting here, loading up this motherfucking gun (gun) Hitting this motherfucking dope (dope) I'm just thinking, man! I'm just thinking! (thinking) Fuck these niggas! Fuck all of 'em (DJ Paul) Da Mafia 6ix in this motherfucker Featuring Yelawolf We came here to kick motherfucking ass And take motherfucking names On all you bitch-ass motherfuckers [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 til that nigga, got a purple heart Crack, bitch, 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 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 knows rock'n'roll is alive when 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 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 He did it, number one spot Here I come bitch, hit the Billy boulevard Get hoes like Vietnam, bitch Who is she? Click that Desert Eagle DE hondo Blood on my hands, all on my clothes Bound dog, crushing that motherfucker Nigga 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 Fuck 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 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]