Hit’em Hard (Letra)

Vanilla Ice

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Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, darryl delite
Allamby, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.

Here comes the lyrical breakdown,
Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
It’s the ice man slicin’, dicin’.
Hittin’ like tyson.
So listen to the rhythm i givin’ em,
My lyrics got the impact of a mac truck
When i’m sendin’ ‘em
Yo, my funky rhymes flow,
Kickin it like psycho
And i’m exploding like nitro-glis,
Coming like a hurricane bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
My man zero is back with a killer slice,
I’m blowin’ up the mic,
Ya damn right, vanilla ice
With twice the punch,
I put the crunch on marky
And take the funky out of his bunch.
I hit the home run
You got to third base, son.
I’m in first place,
Take a seat clown for the beatdown.

Uh, tonight’s the night of the big fight,
With the mic in my hand i got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it like a louisville slugger,
Right at the head of a sucka,
Crack home run.
How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? uh!
I tried to make your head ring like a church bell.
I put it on ya hard
I’ll make ya hurt well,
Cuz you fell into my booby traps
No more good vibrations,
I’m tired of your boots raps,
So i eat ya like scooby snacks,
An maybe roll you like a zig zag
Or smoke you like a hootie mac,
You did what i did,
So you’re gonna lose kid,
Cuz to me you’re still a new kid on the block
Get off my jock,
Get off my diznok
Before you get dropped
For the beatdown

Yeh, this is the last verse,
Should i say the last round.
And its time i knock out another class clown.
Sit down and take notes
As vanilla kicks ballistics withdope lyrics,
Oh waht a pity, though
Cuz ya had to spend three million dollars on your video.
It was video and i can admit that,
All that money’s wasted cuz your songs wacked,
I make stuff to make the people gather.
An’ let ‘em see us in a pit,
I wanna slam dance with ya, hammer.
Now can i kick it, of course i can.
Yo, you will get burned out, then turned out.
I’m gonna keep comin stong, song after song,
Ya thought i’d fade, well ya did wrong.
I’m the imperial threat for this sound fools.
Ha ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown.

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Hit ‘em Hard (Letra)

Run-d.m.c.

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[run]
Next.. next.. next..
Next y’all it’s yes y’allest the tallest
Three the hardest from hollis
If we didn’t lock the blocks a lot of blocks’d be jobless, son
Run-d.m.c. and jam master jay say, hey!
Come come and see the way we play ?? away day
In and out, sendin shouts out the mouth
If in doubt, chin em out, grill his mouth and send his snout south
I’m out – of course the force from up north
Ain’t up for grabs yup whattup then it’s up yours!
You see we ain’t open up doors – that’s business
We knocked those things off the motherfunkin hinges
Whoever said we fell off, i have no taste for it
We couldn’t fall off a skateboard, don’t wait for it
Cruise the city hard, tell your city we’re in charge
Watch it gitty-god or you’ll be head and titty scarred
?? alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny
So in the 90’s watch your tiny heiny get grimy

Chorus: run-d.m.c.

Hit ‘em hard, catch him off his guard – what?
Hit ‘em hard, catch him off his guard – what?
Hit ‘em hard, hit ‘em hit ‘em hard – what?
Hit ‘em hard, hit ‘em hit ‘em hard..

(d!)

[d.m.c.]
The hard hitter, i come to cross a critter splitter
Gold digger, better get a babysitter
I’m daddy, cruisin like a caddy braggin
Rag rag em, bruise em in a paddywagon
Pull a magnum, point it and i spat it at him
Then i stab him, grab the mics and start to blab em
Like a dragon, the breath of death is goin off
I’m comin hard, i’m one with god i’m never soft
I’m a father, to all the kids i’m gettin rid of
Livin larger, i give it to the highest bidder
So ante up, and come on out your pockets punk
The punk rocker, is gonna lock ya in a trunk
I pull a pump, and bump you off into a dump
You hear a thump, because i had to stump a rump
From hollis ave., i’ll have you on the boulevard
I pull your card, word to god you know i’m hittin hard

Chorus

[run]
Well as the mode explode (run..) ?? when i’m layin one
Listen what i’m sayin (run..) no playin are you obeyin run
Bass is placed on the case (run..) and it’ll soon crash
Sound beatdown auggghhhh! *explosion* another boom bash
See me and first thing they’ll be like cursin i’m rehearsin it
You’re weak and you’re wack and you’ll be the second and i’m first in it
Comin at you hard with god we’re never feelin odd
Tell me how you figure pull the trigger nigga gettin scarred
Troop without a care my dear, you never hear a fear
Standin in the corner my daughter, you wanna – call me
You wanna call me out, you wanna call me out
You wan’ you wan’ you wanna wanna call me out a with the
Trendy wear and your nappy hair
Never give a glare too rare you just stare
Prepare for your prayer, remember the tear
Cause run’ll beat ya, got to reach ya, ?? ??, and i’ma

Chorus 2x

Hit Em Hard (Letra)

Gonzoe

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[gonzoe] (talkin)
Hit em! hahahahaha (smoke being blown)
Ughhh! razing sick ughhh! bitch!
Hit em, we’re watching you (hit em), hit em,
(we’re watching you nigga) hit em, hit em
Savage, aaahhhhh!

[verse 1 – gonzoe]
Mass control, i pass your soul
We all worth some doe
Sippin’ on gold
Spend a little get more (ahh)
Forever happy, what have we
Maxed with cavy
Risky ritzy forever she burns
House keys care-free (ahh)
Nobody scares me
Where the players be?
Gettin money like me rarely
I did it cause you dared me
Now speak on it (what?)
You ain’t no match for me nigga, so teach on it
And make em listen (ahh)
Full blown warfare headin’ in your direction
All that was not to do was taught by you (ugh)
So i just threw my crew, ya brand new (ugh)
Hit em where it hurts and bump em with their crew
Every game got rules
Expect em, choose
My next move
Stand strong, get leverage, and press them fools
And that’s that (what)
Pick it up put it down
Never look back
My insides comin out because of this rap (my name…)

[chorus – prince ital joe]
Some of them are busta
Some of them are fraud
That’s why i’mma hit em hard
Enough of them are busta
Some of them are fraud
Might as well hit em hard (hit em)
Hit em hard, hit em hard cause the plot, hit em hard
Them are fraud, hit em hard (hit em)
Hit em hard cause the plot, hit em hard (hit em) good lord (hit em)

[verse 2 – gonzoe]
Everything slow-motion but it’s moving so fast
Right here by the ocean and the palm trees
These l.a. streets, concrete philosophy (what)
Raised me and rottened me
For every tear and broken bone i suffer
Bro’s another road for me to walk on, it made me tougher
Now i keep breathing, holdin’ guns for years nigga, till we even
Plus, i shoot up the cop car (ugh) before ya hit the precinct (ugh)
Razing; bow down, kiss my ring
Blazing; because real niggaz do real things
And live dangerous, bang them bricks, keep secrets
If they crop and question us, who the thief is
I’ll find you and put the rumor where ya teeth is (don’t ask don’t know)
Bust yo brain so i can see what ya thinkin’
Nigga, it’s young ritz-ell
And i could distinguish the bomb from the fake by the smell

Chorus

[milford mcdonald]
When we be buckin’
Hittin niggaz up when we comin
No lovin, got y’all duckin and we ain’t said nothin
Fuck y’all niggaz who be always feelin’ our songs
Nigga, get your thug on

[verse 3 – gonzoe]
Who broke, now you’re bullshit
I make hits, and sail the blue seas with yacht full of rits
And if there was a fifth nigga, we’d all be drunk
Peacin’ up on a bunk when one glock to get it clunk
For the nigga that act obsessed
And a scream with pash
So fuck clad, bettin on the six sec
Ready to mash
Down hold a nine
I’m still in here tryin not to get caught
Flippin’ every narcotic that i’m on
And p, all ya soldiers on your feet
On the brink with these crazy thugs we’re not think
Well fuck that, instincts survive
Six seven, sixteen lives
Bitch shut up and drive
This is…

Chorus

[verse 4 – prince ital joe]
Little ax court
Big tree (uh-huh)
If you don’t believe me just come and see (uh-huh)
Little gonzoe d o double g (yes)
He might have donned the top celebrity (we hit em)
We bite em off, invade ya privacy
Run the country and roll the territory
Lose your girlfriend gonzoe, i’ll see
In out the hotel she’s coming like l
Your heart is broken you lose great shell
Ding dong, no more wedding bell

Chorus

[gonzoe] (talking)
Niggaz strapped
And i’m known for that
I hit em! nigga
Yo, we like… g money
Y’all niggaz is fuckin invisible cause ya dropped