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go hard round here - t-streets 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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