Go Hard (Letra)

Soulja Boy

Hip Hop / Rap

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I control mines. Call it presidential.

I’m on killing spree, murdering all these instrumentals.

Lyrical manslaughter verbally don’t push me.

Eight legs wide open call it octopussy.

Call up the best and tell him I’m next.

Call me what ya want but don’t call me collect.

When the smoke clears I’m still standing
Throw my balls at yo girl she call me payton manning.

She caught me playing daddy with another bitch
Menage a trois now everybody gettin lick.

I can’t go broke I got to much knowledge.

I’m not kanye I didn’t drop outta college.

Didn’t drop out of koch. Interscope got it.

Didn’t cop a may bach. G4 full throttle.

Who knew living life would become a living dream
Who thought I could make 6 mill at sixteen.

Six of me on six screens. Oh my god I’m a nuisance.

You have no evidence I need more proof bitch
Lift a lot weight call it bally fitness
Soulja boy a beast can I get witness
Is this beat on my hit list
Cause dis bitch is murdered
You pussy ass rap niggaz take of ya gurdle.

You niggaz move to slow ya’ll some rapping ninja turtles.

My house too nerdy I call it Steve urkle
I call my weed purple.

Similar to the film
I’m so high is it the weed or the rims
Damn
My flow Wifi connection stay connected like bell south.

If hip hop Is dead then let me raise hell now.

I got mad when the wizards took a L too
My Lyrics sick, tell my verse to get well soon
I got cursed to get bread through making these hits
I got words to head too from yo bitch.

Y.A.H.

Get the fuck out the face
This homicide number3 the beat dead another case

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Go Hard (Letra)

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[Verse 1]
It’s H-B Weezy Wee off the streets
Stay deep ‘Cedes Jeep big feet
Gazer seats hold the bare floors
I faithfully hold to pimp whores
You ate with me and you gon get yours
This eight with me that’s bullets through doors
Got haze in me now I’m so tall
Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more
And now or later I’m major player
I ball right I need an agent player
Ay ma you tight you need to page a player
That’s so tonight you can taste a player
I got the burner on the waist if you flinching
My shit turning on 28-inches
My shit burning like 500 plus
And this album’s a three permer and a clutch

[Hook]
24/7 (Yes, sir)
I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard)
Not here

[Verse 2]
I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain
Bang my thing till no more lane remain
Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine
Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain
That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy
Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy
I’m so breezy off the Velvie and the perk
Now I’m getting head on the balcony on Bourbon
Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop
The Birdman my daddy and we fly south
And we don’t go to work man we get work out
And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought
Niggaz is selling and you should be buying
Niggaz is telling and you should be dying
Niggaz is yelling Cash Money till they kill me
C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
You know if I’m doing it I’m probably doing it for the block
I’m out here bitch I got this here on lock
Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop
I got ya slick this my year don’t knock
Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock
Wood-grain handles to steer it’s all hot
I never drove factory and I don’t own stock
I drop that bitch on chrome chops, yeah

[Hook till end]

Go Hard (Letra)

Lil' Wayne

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[Q-Tip]
now picture this a man wit his whole thing in order
movin through life at will he ill
he make his own teeth growl wit his generous style
but he still no joke wit his wisdom and smile
givin pounds all around no need to act foolish
enjoy the time no need to get toolish
i spit it out wit the general feelin that
once u vibe wit it then you keep on comin back
the north south and east and the west
wanna see which crew can do it the best
Is it the North, where people drink juice and Smirnoff?
Girls go hard but they lips stay soft
the west where cats throw jets to play
smokin green all day keep a loked out sway
east..side..the hustle get real
pretty young things with their mass appeal
or the south where thugs keep gold in their mouth
big ol’ girls with their thang hangin’ out
whatever it is I hope you evolve
we gon push it to my level let the G evolve come on

Chorus: [Q-Tip]
Go..go at..go at it hard..real hard

[Q-Tip]
everybody take note to your man and ya’ll
and I will take note to the grand
it’s venomous I mean the way they hate
they can’t wait for my to mize me meet my great but
no attention I give them no light
niggas gotta know that I go through mics
go through walls with sounds and speakers with real drives
You can’t fuck this nigga from Tribe a yo
I put my mind to the work in here
and make sure that all of ya can understand
that I don’t do bitch, I don’t do tricks
I stay doing beats while you stay layin’ bricks
I do do the things that keep me from the rest
and I do that well if I do suggest yo
put your hands on your system and feel me out
or put your hand on your money and hold your cloud
the indoor seat of lady galor seas
she get touched once and she’ll never divorce me
hey clear your brain as I implimate raw thoughts
you shouldn’t be aware that I don’t get off course
stayin’ steady on it niggas ain’t ready for it
flourin’ it hard with A.J. Pettite on it
a noble’s face and I’m doing my pace
makin’ sure all my conrads get a true taste
what?.. a good shit and I’m ringing your memory
we goin’ hard yo and that’s how it need to be
so wake up and take that sleep outcha eyes my friend
here’s the mot-to in your ear hear this again

Chorus

heavy hitters knockin shit out the park
you didn’t even really play tell me why did you start