DJ Whoo Kid - Go Hard Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"] Bar Exam 3, tramp Yeah! Whoooooo! [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] f** is wrong with you? Go and inform your crew That I can end your career in less than a song or two I'm a tyrant, I'm like an irate Somalian pirate You're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the hiney virus Dead a verse, I got more bars than Leavenworth The present president backwards call me "Tnediserp" I shoot n***as with knives, stab n***as with guns Kiss hands and shake babies I make the medic hurt f** a producer too Them f*ggots is f** boys I should rap over the Brinks truck baggin' up noise The city's in an uproar over the hustler I got it on lock like up north but much more These rap n***as sayin' they rollin' on them wheels But the only rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the pill They high Speakin' of rollin' We roll You will see us get paper before you see us fold Hip hop n***a The opposite of neo-soul The only thing sing is the pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul You aspire to get a chain that's glistenin' I aspire to get a chain of businesses I retire n***as Gettin' at me ain't what the business is I k** the kitten if he witnesses I make it look easy Before I Self Destruct, I'mma get some hoes pregnant like 50 & Lil' Weezy I don't give a f** about sh** Got nothin' to say to y'all but "s** dick" I f** yo' b**h and send her back to you p**y like she been in labor dawg And when I'm done with her she gon' need a cable all My dream mistress is a b**h like Nicki Minaj And if the a** ain't real then I'm with the facade The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick your demise The silencers screwed on now the clips in disguise Now who the f** goin' harder than Nickel I take a sh** on any n***a, no regard for tissue I go hard So much harder than everybody I John Doe tag the toe of every body [Hook] He go hard Oh yeeeeah-ay ay He go hard That I, I, I He go hard Oh yeeeeah-ay ay He go hard That I, I, I He go hard Oh yeeeeah-ay ay He go hard Go hard, so hard So hard, so hard Whooo-o The best n***a in the game Yeah, you know this Tha tha tha tha tha The game never be the same Yeah, you know this [Verse 2: Kid Vishis] Ignite violence Make him swallow shells that'll clog his windpipe Make the doctor do the heimlich Fightin' for the loot like a riot This is Pay-Per-View Rap n***as don't get it unless they buyin' this Blame it on the d** like Steve-O, you still a Jacka** I spit dope, my fans got a crack habit If you can beat me on beats congrats The sore loser when I snatch him out the booth then I beat his a** What you call rappin', I call trash Every punch you call strong, I call jabs, so listen I'm sicker than a stripper, if you tip her give her fifties and twenties Hit the lights she realize it's counterfeit money My n***as get large cash Push the rock good as Bobby Hurley 'fore the car crash I get star cash Tour cash, more cash Don't wanna pay me, I'mma take it out of your a** Do what you want fam I say fam cause I fry a man Feelin' angry man, I'll flight 'em in Feelin' godly, what fool wanna battle me? I use the Earth as a cue And shoot pool with the galaxy Few could challenge me who do catastrophe Three cash guns point the guard, I'm Steve Nash You a rap group, I'll slap through The only time you see a gun is when mine is pointin' at you Skip the church and the reverend I'mma put 'em on a 747 and the destination's Heaven For example Break into my notebook and find more sh** than the cops friskin' Rambo Make 'em fade to black, fit 'em for a blindfold Told you I'm a Dibo pitbull (die slow) I'll really hit your crib with the semi Break a n***a baby back and ribs I call my bullets Chillis [Hook] He go hard Oh yeeeeah-ay ay He go hard That I, I, I He go hard Oh yeeeeah-ay ay He go hard That I, I, I He go hard Oh yeeeeah-ay ay He go hard Go hard, so hard So hard, so hard Whooo-o The best n***a in the game Yeah, you know this Tha tha tha tha tha The game never be the same Yeah, you know this