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da mafia 6ix - go hard lyrics

[intro: dj paul]
man, these f-cking haters out here, man
f-cking voices in my head telling me to cremate these haters
(cremate, cre-cre-cremate)
sitting here, loading up this motherf-cking gun (gun)
hitting this motherf-cking dope (dope)
i’m just thinking, man!
i’m just thinking! (thinking)
f-ck these n-ggas!
f-ck all of ’em (dj paul)
da mafia 6ix in this motherf-cker
featuring yelawolf
we came here to kick motherf-cking -ss
and take motherf-cking names
on all you b-tch–ss motherf-ckers

[hook: dj paul]
n-gga, i go hard
i’ll be in the kitchen, n-gga whipping
have these junkies round this motherf-cker
flipping off that motherf-cking hard
breakin’ down these dimes, hit rewind, keep that 9
case these suckers round here want a motherf-cking prob’
n-gga, i stay ready for whatever
cause a n-gga like me been had motherf-cking hard
n-gga, i stay strapped with that eagle
riding in that regal cause i go motherf-cking 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, n-gga purple hearts
suffocate the hater til that n-gga got a purple heart
crack, b-tch, 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 n-ggas jumping off the porch, and they are trained to go
headed to kick that busta door, dropping off your -ss ho
yeah, i said it and i meant it, pimping be about her business
paul told me to k!ll you hoes, so i’m gonna murk these hoes
everybody know that gangsta boo gon’ lead them to the guap
sipping, tripping, fl!cking 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 b-tch when i see you there, i’mma knock you out your f-ckin’ spot

[verse 3: yelawolf]
i am the king of the six pack, the prince of the whiskey bottle
get drunk with a fat b-tch, make her feel like a frisky model
everybody knows rock’n’roll is alive when i’m in this b-tch
slide up in this mix, i’m do or die when i get that switch
you motherf-ckers 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 these are (?)
gimme that number one spot, here i come b-tch
hit the billy boulevard get hoes like vietnam, b-tch
who is she? cl!ck that desert eagle de hondo
blood on my hands, all on my clothes
bound dog, koopsta that motherf-cker leavin’ folks in them trees
call me the almighty when we come and bang y’all

[verse 5: lord infamous]
increasing my energy scarecrow
these sissy -ss wussies i make em’ my petrol
the infamous juggernaut give ’em more slugs from the glock
and they rot in the ghetto
i’m blasting heavy metal but this here ain’t no metallica
i buck’ em then embellish ya, the burner in the challenger
illuminati in bugatti, do karate with the shotty
bl–dy party, very naughty, infrared dot his nogging
mysterious disappearances we’re experiencing
when k!llers start appearin’ then these n-ggas just dismember men

[verse 6: crunchy black]
crunchy said bang, lord said bang
koop said bang, any n-gga get it, man
paul had “sippin,” boo had “hit ya”
getting how i painted this motherf-cking picture
any n-gga get it, we ain’t playing wit’ you hoes
ten toes down and we spraying on you hoes
get it how we live, live the way it is
f-ck around n-gga, and you get yourself k!lled

- da mafia 6ix lyrics

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