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t-streets - go hard round here lyrics

[verse 1: jae millz]
eh yo
n+gga wants the drama on, of course i’m going off
b+tch, my whole life been hard, so i’m never going soft
back up in them perly gates, the only thing you gon’ cross
east, west, south, n+gga, either way you going north
f+ck you and them foot soldiers you calling goons
’cause i [?] fiends put in them spoons
look, i be on that stupid sh+t, that murder, k!ll, shoot him sh+t
boom, even if it’s the one who pushed you out her woom
f+ck [?] r+raded, cap a tool, w
that’s for wreckless, so respect it
or these tools’ll bring blues
to the family of you, you are no superhero
and you ain’t gotta be like [?] die like [?]
f+ck your money and your ego, my n+gga t+streets ain’t from argintina, but he’ll shoot you down like delphino
them young boys you send will get trampled
man handled, b+tch, this is why [?] don’t make me stand [?]

[verse 2: t+streets]
t+streets the name
money, money, money, and money again
i ain’t got track shoes, but i’m running the game
wish i could turn into a bullet, and just run in your brain
all y’all n+ggas, just remind me of my hoes
so you better walk light, like some diamonds on your toes
i told the bankteller, put some kommas on them o’s
i run up in your house, and put your mama on the floor
and yes i goes off, like a timer on them hoes
i put that d+ck on them, and go osama on them hoes
you p+ssy ass n+ggas, tryna [?] into them hoes
i let that [?]
yeah, f+ck [?] boys
i f+ck that nina ross, make her moan for y’all boys
yeah, and again, it’s t+streets
just pray we never meet, motherf+cker
[verse 3: lil wayne]
take that n+gga head off, watch that b+tch neck slide
i call him how i see him, and i got a direct line
favorite number tech 9, i go so erect, i’m
coming to collect mine, b+tch, you gon’ respect mine
now who that be [?]
ak make you walk it out, like a padestrian
extra terrestrial, extra collesteral
you should eat healthier, i turn you to a vegetable
i’m throwing bullets, can you catch it all?
’cause they are special y’all’s, especially y’all
i’m throwing bullets, now can you catch it all?
i make you catch them all, like [?]
open wide, receive a foot in your [?]
everything [?] foot to [?] chin [?]
these n+ggas walking, we the f+cking bush wackers
and they are just good actors

[verse 4: gudda gudda]
it’s a war going on outside, n0body safe, n+gga
8 to your face, taking straight to the safe, n+gga
b+tch n+gga panic, ’cause i’m here to start static
sh+t, your head gon’ need a bandage, i got tools like a makanic
i’m ready for the war, course, hot burner, scarlet tortch
block burner, turn your f+cking set into a holocaust
got problems, call the boss
i’ll make them n+ggas call it off
the 44 bulldog, barking like a hungry dog
marxman, evel knievel with the pistol
i roll on the ground, pop up and knock your sh+t loose
i knock off your tissue, make sure you get miss you’s
don’t check a n+gga, stick his ass and bag [?]
b+tch n+ggas actors, better yet actresses
the tool will hit you and flip you like p+ssy mattresses
lineback a gun, ’cause it blits and just tackle sh+t
snap, pop, bend, break, brooze, and straight crackle sh+t
gudda!

- t streets lyrics

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