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The Game – Hit Em Hard lyrics
[Verse:]
I got a black Mac and a 6 pack
I don't work-out, I don't chit-chat
My bitch bad, I get ratchet
That Rolls Royce come gift wrapped
Em birds still come shrink rap
Not strapped? Don't think that!
I'm low key, with that click-clat
That wet attack, that pack-pack
[Verse 2:]
Throw the burner and I'm runnin' home
Niggas stop bein' lone when the money gone
Still walk in this bitch, I'm 100 shown
One chain on my neck, feel like I got 100 on
Look at my flow in this bitch
Platinum and gold on my wrist
Money accountant be countin' it
That's why I'm throwin' this shit
I'm in bk with that sk
Same clothes as yesterday
With that Biggie Smalls on replay
And I ain't wearin' no vest today
Do the shmoney dance with this Mac
Betta do it too or get shmurdered
I be grillin' that beef
I ain't talkin' no burbons
I finna be walkin' like I'mma need?
I let off the k and it hop in the?
Never a question, I am the shooter
I empty the clip and leave you in a pool o'
Blood, see how ya get hit with the rooga
Blood, bandana, that's how we be movin'
Blood, sweepin' from Compton to Brooklyn?
When this ain't the park, then this one be shootin'
[Hook:]
Bringin' niggas down, back and forth, from their passin' porch
Pass it off, niggas makin' besso, we gon' blast it more
Flex? Gore! We gon' hit em hard, we gon' hit em more
First score, we gon' hit em more, we gon' hit em hard
[Verse 4:]
Runnin' cocaina back and forth, Compton back in?
Ds to the gn, I'm the boss, jump it back and?
Comin' for the murder, mess is off, bitch, you took a lot
Fuck the dda, we shook em off, bitch we shook em off
Bitch can twist a jaw with some dope that my momma stole
Lot of times she came back with church board Davinci, I had to owe somthin'
In the middle of the month or a day no mo', yayo, I had to sold diamonds
Nigga coulda been a muthafuckin' foreign, no forgeries, I bring em hoes out
Yuh, nigga, nigga keep actin', I pull out the pump in this bitch like I'm Blizzy
Envy ya patna, we robbin' these bitches, make all of them strippers
Nigga is betta to ask for forgiveness, than ask for permission
You catch me for holla, I catch on ya slippin'
I did it a long time, and God is my witness
My niggas get often accounted for wizards
Then they showed em niggas they show up in?
Ya know the business, the niggas ride out snitchin'
Them niggas gon' be at yo throat
Everyday holla when niggas don't get the treatment
With?
Flippin' the chip out this rappin', been trappin'
But there ain't no weed in the blow
[Hook:]
Bringin' niggas down, back and forth, from their passin' porch
Pass it off, niggas makin' besso, we gon' blast it all
Flex? Gore! We gon' hit em hard, we gon' hit em more
First score, we gon' hit em more, we gon' hit em hard
[Verse 5:]
I just caught a body like a week ago
These hatin' niggas want attention, I don't see em tho
You thought that gangsta shit but I just can't believe you broke
Pull up with em shots, knockin' at the European booth
Passin' the K to the eme, callin' the emt after I empty this clip
I saw em dope, I don't cmt, I don't img, no, I'm as weird as it gets
Forget ya told me yo dad had a stroke, I said fuck him and bury these niggas in piss
Rollie on wrist, no type to blow?
Girl on my dick, come get yo brick
Niggas thinkin' since I rap now, I'll back down and they can come try they luck
Riders with me be wired up, and they ridin' with me till the tires bust
Haters talkin' but they betta cool it
Cuz that nigga quick to get fired up
Lay ya out like my boy Maze, you ain't stand straight, you get ironed out
Drinkin' lean till I'm high enough
I don't give a fuck bout none nigga
I ain't squashin' shit, I won't call it off
I just handle mine like a mad nigga
I'm on front line with these bands, nigga
Need a chair? I-Can't-Stan-niggas
We do walk-by's and hot bumps
We got slidin' doors on that van, nigga
[Hook: x2]
Bringin' niggas down, back and forth, from their passin' porch
Pass it off, niggas makin' besso, we gon' blast it all
Flex? Gore! We gon' hit em hard, we gon' hit em more
First score, we gon' hit em more, we gon' hit em hard
I got a black Mac and a 6 pack
I don't work-out, I don't chit-chat
My bitch bad, I get ratchet
That Rolls Royce come gift wrapped
Em birds still come shrink rap
Not strapped? Don't think that!
I'm low key, with that click-clat
That wet attack, that pack-pack
[Verse 2:]
Throw the burner and I'm runnin' home
Niggas stop bein' lone when the money gone
Still walk in this bitch, I'm 100 shown
One chain on my neck, feel like I got 100 on
Look at my flow in this bitch
Platinum and gold on my wrist
Money accountant be countin' it
That's why I'm throwin' this shit
I'm in bk with that sk
Same clothes as yesterday
With that Biggie Smalls on replay
And I ain't wearin' no vest today
Do the shmoney dance with this Mac
Betta do it too or get shmurdered
I be grillin' that beef
I ain't talkin' no burbons
I finna be walkin' like I'mma need?
I let off the k and it hop in the?
Never a question, I am the shooter
I empty the clip and leave you in a pool o'
Blood, see how ya get hit with the rooga
Blood, bandana, that's how we be movin'
Blood, sweepin' from Compton to Brooklyn?
When this ain't the park, then this one be shootin'
[Hook:]
Bringin' niggas down, back and forth, from their passin' porch
Pass it off, niggas makin' besso, we gon' blast it more
Flex? Gore! We gon' hit em hard, we gon' hit em more
First score, we gon' hit em more, we gon' hit em hard
[Verse 4:]
Runnin' cocaina back and forth, Compton back in?
Ds to the gn, I'm the boss, jump it back and?
Comin' for the murder, mess is off, bitch, you took a lot
Fuck the dda, we shook em off, bitch we shook em off
Bitch can twist a jaw with some dope that my momma stole
Lot of times she came back with church board Davinci, I had to owe somthin'
In the middle of the month or a day no mo', yayo, I had to sold diamonds
Nigga coulda been a muthafuckin' foreign, no forgeries, I bring em hoes out
Yuh, nigga, nigga keep actin', I pull out the pump in this bitch like I'm Blizzy
Envy ya patna, we robbin' these bitches, make all of them strippers
Nigga is betta to ask for forgiveness, than ask for permission
You catch me for holla, I catch on ya slippin'
I did it a long time, and God is my witness
My niggas get often accounted for wizards
Then they showed em niggas they show up in?
Ya know the business, the niggas ride out snitchin'
Them niggas gon' be at yo throat
Everyday holla when niggas don't get the treatment
With?
Flippin' the chip out this rappin', been trappin'
But there ain't no weed in the blow
[Hook:]
Bringin' niggas down, back and forth, from their passin' porch
Pass it off, niggas makin' besso, we gon' blast it all
Flex? Gore! We gon' hit em hard, we gon' hit em more
First score, we gon' hit em more, we gon' hit em hard
[Verse 5:]
I just caught a body like a week ago
These hatin' niggas want attention, I don't see em tho
You thought that gangsta shit but I just can't believe you broke
Pull up with em shots, knockin' at the European booth
Passin' the K to the eme, callin' the emt after I empty this clip
I saw em dope, I don't cmt, I don't img, no, I'm as weird as it gets
Forget ya told me yo dad had a stroke, I said fuck him and bury these niggas in piss
Rollie on wrist, no type to blow?
Girl on my dick, come get yo brick
Niggas thinkin' since I rap now, I'll back down and they can come try they luck
Riders with me be wired up, and they ridin' with me till the tires bust
Haters talkin' but they betta cool it
Cuz that nigga quick to get fired up
Lay ya out like my boy Maze, you ain't stand straight, you get ironed out
Drinkin' lean till I'm high enough
I don't give a fuck bout none nigga
I ain't squashin' shit, I won't call it off
I just handle mine like a mad nigga
I'm on front line with these bands, nigga
Need a chair? I-Can't-Stan-niggas
We do walk-by's and hot bumps
We got slidin' doors on that van, nigga
[Hook: x2]
Bringin' niggas down, back and forth, from their passin' porch
Pass it off, niggas makin' besso, we gon' blast it all
Flex? Gore! We gon' hit em hard, we gon' hit em more
First score, we gon' hit em more, we gon' hit em hard
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