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go hard - rich $tunna lyrics

[intro: ripsi winelover]
it’s time for me to go hard
and represent my hood
and my hood is southside queens

[hook: t*pain]
hey, if you could, you would get rid of me
what you gon’ do when a n*gga gotta go hard?
but i won’t let you get to me (to me)
you should already figure i’ma go hard
if you was as real as me
you would never let another n*gga step in yo’ yard
makin’ money ain’t sh*t to me
this is in my veins and it gets to my heart
so i am (hard) i will (hard) i gots to go (go hard)
you got another way to live, i gots to go hard (go hard)
i am gettin’ it in until the end
i gotta go (go) go (go) go (go) go (go hard)

[verse 1: ripsi winelover]
you really think i can’t go hard
no gimmick: real time, real heart
soon as we start
go hard or out my yard
feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down
i go hard like gеtting santo into cooperstown
i go in i go hard i go ham, i don’t stop
came from the bottom, aiming for thе top
go so hard its r*t*rded
yeah, rack, rack city sh*t
young chino i go hard in the paint
and i feared that my fans say i failed
but sometimes it’s hard to let go
spending money when your wallet gets low
it’s pain in my eyes but
these yves saints blind you to look
represent for the south, man i rep it for the hood
all my homies in this thang wish a hitta would
these are al the symptoms
of growing up in tha hood
i don’t understand how this
game made us strangers, look
sometimes i would sneak out in
the night with my black hood
and that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good
im just a kid tryna move out the hood
better than your b*tch would
i don’t live in the hood
i bet they thought they’d never see a big gone good
four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood
call levi’s we can see about the home cook
and me? i’m fresh prince, i’m will smith to the hood
supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood
and when the smoke clears
don’t you dare ask who could
represent for the south
man i rep it for the hood
and i don’t cook much but
i’m tough with that phone book
to be emcees with no embers
or members to represent, time to reprimand
scare ’em to death, and caught
them motherf*ckers dampoh sh*t
2pacalypse is back and strapped
so, why don’t you f*cking wipe
that stupid look on your face
i represent the dark and twisted
urges of the human race
worldwide, but i got fourth ways
one hat carry like four blades
that’s really how we represent
our country, the “united states”
still k!ll the p*ssy, put the cat in a casket
sh*t i represent is k!llin’ hittas and sh*t
making passionate love ’til
the daylightplus we about to
get evicted, can’t pay the rent
i represent like a recommended
suspend that would offend those that didn’t attend
and let them lames get your old number
said ah 757 i gotta be represent er’
this ain’t a diss this is some real sh*t
i’ll represent my color until i die g sh*t
i love it when it’s girl upon girl
with one manay, put your b*tt
on my mustache, f*ck that
[hook: t*pain]
hey, if you could, you would get rid of me
what you gon’ do when a n*gga gotta go hard?
but i won’t let you get to me (to me)
you should already figure i’ma go hard
if you was as real as me
you would never let another n*gga step in yo’ yard
makin’ money ain’t sh*t to me
this is in my veins and it gets to my heart
so i am (hard) i will (hard) i gots to go (go hard)
you got another way to live, i gots to go hard (go hard)
i am gettin’ it in until the end
i gotta go (go) go (go) go (go) go (go hard)

[verse 2: lil wayne]
from slap*and*cry you start to die
so i must go harder
gotta make these b*tches know me
just like bobby know water
better yet, like bubba know shrimp
but he don’t say sh*t when the gun on his lip
and i don’t say sh*t, put the gun on my hip
so i don’t say sh*t but the gun on my hip
if you don’t wanna drown, don’t come on my ship
check out how them b*tches just run on my d*ck
and me, i’m still nasty as a son of a b*tch
i still got that b*tch cum on my lips
if you ain’t got money, don’t come on my strip
and if you got money, don’t come on my strip
i wear that metal, no olympic
but i can still make you tumble and flip
you f*ckin’ with me if you f*ckin’ with nic’
they ain’t f*ckin’ with me, they ain’t f*ckin’ with nic’
your girlfriend her decision is split
’cause she wanna f*ck me and she wanna f*ck nic
they wonder if he be f*ckin’ nic, as long as she be f*ckin’ rich
that’s why i keep my luggage ’cause i swear y’all a f*ckin’ trip
young money dungeon b*tch, my swagger is punchin’ b*tch
and i shoot like i’m from overseas, so call my gun “gunovich”
weezy f baby and the ‘f’ is for a bunch of sh*t
red drank, blue pill, white dust, yes, i love my country, b*tch
ha*ha
yeah (guitar)
[hook: t*pain]
hey, if you could, you would get rid of me
what you gon’ do when a n*gga gotta go hard?
but i won’t let you get to me (to me)
you should already figure i’ma go hard
if you was as real as me
you would never let another n*gga step in yo’ yard
makin’ money ain’t sh*t to me
this is in my veins and it gets to my heart
so i am (hard) i will (hard) i gots to go (go hard)
you got another way to live, i gots to go hard (go hard)
i am gettin’ it in until the end
i gotta go (go) go (go) go (go) go (go hard)

[verse 4: rich $tunna]
while i’m spitting harder and furthermore
maybe later on i’ll give you a phone call
though, everybody’s on me like the milli beat partner
i feel great i feel even stronger, its making me harder
but i know i see better days
i’m going harder, and changing my pace
its a easy bet ofcourse,im harder than going through a divorce
but guarantee all of my women got designer drawers
baby we need each other, don’t want to meet your mother
i’m going harder than michael around your little brother
i go harder than a carter
i said i’m hurting her
[hook: t*pain]
hey, if you could, you would get rid of me
what you gon’ do when a n*gga gotta go hard?
but i won’t let you get to me (to me)
you should already figure i’ma go hard
if you was as real as me
you would never let another n*gga step in yo’ yard
makin’ money ain’t sh*t to me
this is in my veins and it gets to my heart
so i am (hard) i will (hard) i gots to go (go hard)
you got another way to live, i gots to go hard (go hard)
i am gettin’ it in until the end
i gotta go (go) go (go) go (go) go (go hard)

[verse 5: nicki minaj & t*pain]
yo,sb
holiday season n*gga
haha (go hard)
i think it’s my time
you know why? (go hard)
my tears have dried
and i know that no weapon formed against me will prosper
(go hard)
and i truly believe that my haters are my motivators
young money
holiday season
if you could, you would get rid of me
f*ck you gon’ do when a b*tch try to go hard?
but i won’t let you get to me (to me)
you should already figure i’ma go hard
if you was as real as me
you would never let another girl sit in your throne
i done put the chokehold
now they screamin’, “nicki leave me alone!”
i am (hard), i’m still (hard) the one to beat (go hard)
ain’t in a rush for mainstream, i am the streets (oh)
i am getting it in until the end
i gotta go (go), go (go), go (oh)
go hard
carter called, lemme get the car key
you don’t want it with the harajuku barbie
keep a marquee, everything sparkly (man down)
hit him on the walkie*talkie
hit ’em, hit em, knock*knock, tell ’em let me in
my name ring bells, b*tch buzz me in (bzzz)
and i only stop for pedestrians (oh)
or a real, real bad lesbian
hit ’em with the mac, hit ’em with the tec*nine
hit ’em with the ruger, by the intersect sign
hit ’em with a tommy, so my n*ggas call me pammy
and i always keep the jammy
in the trunk or in the lamby
put my whole borough on my back and i’m good
i don’t wanna hear what you would, what you could
i represent all the girls that stood up (uh)
used to drink water with a little bit of sugar (oh)
now i’m in the gym with my squats and my sit*ups (one, two)
doing the scissor*leg, on the mat, with my foot up
young black pin*up, all of my b*tches did up
now i’m tellin’ la reid to step his bid up
and i’m tellin’ president carter, he picked a winner
b*tches like nelly and kelly got a dilemma (uh)
these birds all fly south, in the winter
f*ck i look like? chomping on a chicken dinner?
you can hate me, but why knock my hustle?
i’ma be the queen, no matter how they shuffle
skirts with the ruffle (yeah), louis on the duffle (yeah)
i’m a bad b*tch, no muzzle
(ha*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha) no muzzle
b*tches is softer than al dente
cut from a different kente
tell ’em i’m the ninja, weezy is my sensei
so i call him splinter, faster than a sprinter
gimme my chopsticks, i’ll have these rap b*tches for dinner
this is for my gentlemen, in b*tton*ups, and khakis
this is for my n*gga, seven up, in castaki
this is for my n*ggas, wheelie*in’ them kawasakis
shout out to the vackee’s, saltfish ackees (ackees)
kisses to my fans, unless i’m feelin’, kinda c*cky (c*cky)
winter wonderland, is on my hand, it’s kind of rocky (rocky)
i am nicki (nicki), minaj or lewinski (lewinski)
pump’s on the clutch, right hand, on the 6*speed (6*speed)
write my own raps, i gotta go, i gotta get me (gotta get me)
oh*oh*oh*oh*oh*oh, yeah

guitar solo

[outro: ripsi winelover & t*pain]
it’s time for me to go hard
and represent my hood
(go hard)
and my hood is southside queens
(go hard)

- rich tunna lyrics

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