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we go hard - dmx lyrics

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(didn’t i fool ya baby? aww, didn’t i fool ya?)
what’s really good? x i’m in the buildin’ man, yeah
(didn’t i fool ya baby? aww, didn’t i fool ya?)
it’s all, good, my, n-gg-
that’s right, you know how we do dawg, pull it
y.o., harlem, we back part two man
dark man where you at?

let’s set this sh-t off, start this sh-t right
it’s goin’ down tonight
dawg off the leash, dawg walks with heat
dawg stalks the streets, in new york to eat

how many times do i gotta come through
layin’ that thing down, puttin’ holes in you
you cats get it on the double, so stay the f-ck
out of my way, you don’t want no trouble

we travel double far, to bring you trouble god
we rollin’ double hard, yeah n-gg- double r
i don’t know what you thought it was, but it’s not
but i know that you caught the slugs, they was hot

get the f-ck off the block, there’s no more room
for b-tch n-gg-z dawg i’m comin’ to get n-gg-z
lift n-gg-z, out they boots, dust it
’cause i don’t just walk around with them things to bust it

we go hard
never mind what a n-gg- say, we go hard
we gon’ play how we wanna play, we go hard
man we do this sh-t all day, we go hard
motherf-cker

we go hard
never mind what a n-gg- say, we go hard
we gon’ play how we wanna play, we go hard
b-tch, we do this sh-t all day, we go hard
motherf-cker

yo, i leave jail smoothly, jump in the pale hooptie
f-ck the d-ck-suckin’–ss n-gg- male groupies
diplomats, you look at alliance, you shook in defiance
i’m cookin’ up c-ke, lookin’ for clients

i got the ak, sk, 40 cal
scope red on your head still 40 thou’
worse than files of [incomprehensible] turf burstin’ blaow
give the church my child, ask to nurture thou

’cause i’ve seen the he-rs-s now
but if this was gilligan’s isle, thirstin’ howl
look at his kicks, they worth a thou’
isn’t it sad, do what i say and wish that you had

you michigan crabs, you stabbed you p-ss in a bag
or worse than that, zipped in a bag
broke to fractions, a division of math
from, hollywood, sh-ttin’ on shaft, we go hard

killa killa killa, killa
(didn’t i fool ya baby? aww, didn’t i fool ya?)
killa
x and killer cam
(didn’t i fool ya baby? aww, didn’t i fool ya?)
dark man x
once again, pull it

i just love how it’s goin’, cam, x flowin’
get at ’em dawg, i’m already knowin’
step lightly around dawg, i might be hittin’ town dawg
you really tryin’ to get down dawg?

only thing i can do with p-ssy is f-ck it
and i would tell you to suck my d-ck but you might suck it
see y’all n-gg-z the cat type, you still a baby get your -ss wiped
must i take a n-gg-‘s last stripe?

you’re a b-tch, now more b-tch than a b-tch
still a b-tch f-ckin’ b-tch, you been a b-tch
know how we do, run up, in a b-tch
peep the crib, run up, in it quick

everything breathin’ stops, only thing my n-gg-z is leavin’
is shots, you done got a n-gg- hot
let me catch you on the block, b-tch–ss n-gg-z is cowards
done f-cked around and dropped the soap in the shower

we go hard
never mind what a n-gg- say, we go hard
we gon’ play how we wanna play, we go hard
man we do this sh-t all day, we go hard
motherf-cker

we go hard
never mind what a n-gg- say, we go hard
we gon’ play how we wanna play, we go hard
b-tch, we do this sh-t all day, we go hard
motherf-cker

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