Songtexte Hard Hitters - Young Buck
You
can
smoke
one
to
the
head
to
this
Rizin
Sun,
Young
Buck
(What),
First
Born
(What),
and
D-Tay
Them
four
hard
hitters
nigga
and
we
back
Another
dope
track,
know
what
I′m
sayin'
what
yo
(Verse
1)
Yo
we
them
hard
hitters
Them
drag
you
out
the
yard
niggaz
Bout
to
squab
triggers
That
leave
you
in
the
dark
nigga
We
raw
nigga
Them
same
superstar
nigga
Them
anytime
goin′
right
ain't
no
bar
nigga
We
blow
figures
To
show
you
who
the
boss
nigga
That
drops
niggaz
With
the
chrome
Moss
nigga
You
lost
nigga
See
T.I.P.
don't
like
the
game
Ya
get
outta
line
and
T.I.P.
gon′
like
they
aim
(Verse
2)
Is
it
my
turn
to
show
them
niggaz
we
be
stars
on
tracks
Start
up
beef,
we
in
yo
front
yard
with
gats
So
don′t
go
with
that,
we
leave
you
flat
paralyzed
from
the
neck
With
a
motherfuckin'
hole
in
ya
back
It
ain′t
my
fault
if
you
balled
hard
Start
slimin'
up
the
walls,
leave
him
in
his
draws
Nigga
you
know
the
protocol
We
were
born
for
hard
ball
Stealin′
cars
and
livin'
life
hard
ya
heard
me
(Hook)
If
y′all
gon'
ride
with
me,
get
high
with
me
Then
go
and
get
the
straps
nigga
gunfire
with
me
You'll
die
quickly,
when
we
apply
all
fifty
My
real
niggaz,
hard
hitters
they
ride
with
me
If
y′all
gon′
ride
with
me,
get
high
with
me
Then
go
and
get
the
straps
nigga
gunfire
with
me
You'll
die
quickly,
when
we
apply
all
fifty
My
real
niggaz,
hard
hitters
they
die
with
me
(Verse
3)
We
did
it
all
in
our
lifetime
Dealin′
drugs,
bustin'
them
slugs
Runnin′
with
thugs,
when
it
get
down
to
them
broads
They
ain't
showin′
no
love
Put
his
face
in
the
mud
Fuckin'
with
the
hard
hitters,
D-Tay
my
nigga
Got
contracts
to
get
'em,
lyrical
spitter
We
slaved
on
the
figures
found
out
who′s
better
From
Nashville
to
Chucktown
we
go
round
for
round
City
to
city
and
then
we
knock
it
down
(Verse
4)
Yeah
we′ll
lock
it
down
Then
we
hit
these
niggaz
spot
up
with
fifty
rounds
The
best
pound
for
pound
Representin'
the
town
That′ll
clown
when
it's
time
for
the
showdown,
better
slow
down
(D-Tay
unload
the
four
pound)
This
shit′s
about
to
go
down
nigga
Whoa
now
leave
these
niggaz
shit
tore
down
Whole
town
be
locked
down
Got
the
whole
world
shocked
now
T.I.P.
on
top
now
(Hook)
(Verse
5)
I'll
put
it
all
on
the
line
for
these
gangsta
ass
niggaz
of
mine
First
Born,
D-Tay
we
hard
hitters
combined
Talk
shit
and
ya
dyin′
if
ya
think
that
I'm
lyin'
Ask
that
nigga
named
Bryan,
caught
six
in
the
spine
And
we
ain′t
hard
to
find
we
just
sleep
in
the
daytime
After
the
sunshine
we
duckin′
for
war
time
You
said
you
want
what
now
See
go
to
war
nigga,
hard
hitters
we
buck
wild
Just
us
four
niggaz
See
we
live
for
gunfire,
kick
in
ya
door
nigga
If
we
come
at
lunchtime,
we
afternoon
killers
Who
that
playa
with
mine
Must
be
some
new
niggaz
Who
done
did
some
time
and
wanna
mitch
new
figures
Get
the
tools
niggaz,
let's
show
the
world
how
we
abuse
niggaz
Cock
back
the
hammer
and
just
shoot
nigga
All
for
the
loot
nigga
We
ain′t
no
cute
niggaz
Tryin'
to
knock
boots
nigga
We
out
here
choosin′
nigga
(Hook)
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