The Game - Hit Em Hard lyrics

[Verse 1: Game] I got a black mac and a six pack I don't work out, I don't chit chat My b**h bad, I get racks That Rolls Royce, come gift-wrapped Them birds still come shrink-wrapped I'm not strapped, don't think that I'm low key with that click clack That rat a tat tat tat tat Throw the burner and I'm runnin' home n***as stop being loyal when the money gone Still walk in this b**h, I'm a hundred strong One chain on my neck, feel like I got a hundred on Look at my flow on this b**h Platinum and gold on my wrist Money, the accountant be countin' it That's why I'm throwin' this sh** I'm in BK with that SK Same clothes since yesterday With that Biggie Smalls on replay And I ain't wearing no vest today I do the Shmoney dance with this mac You better do it too or get Shmurda'd I be grilling that beef, I ain't talkin' no burgers I finna be walkin' like I'm a New Yorker I let off the K and then I hop in the Uber It's never a question that I am the shooter I empty the clip and lay you in a pool of Blood, see how he got hit with the Ruger? Blood, bandana that's how we be movin' Blood, swooping from Compton to Brooklyn And this ain't the Barclays but n***as be shootin' [Hook: Bobby Shmurda] (x2) Running n***as down back and forth I'm like pa** the torch, blast it off n***as making bets so who gonna blast him off? First to score We gon' hit 'em hard, we gon' hit 'em all First to score We gon' hit 'em all, we gon' hit 'em hard [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Running c**aina back and forth, copped the bag of salt E-S to the G-N, I'm the boss dropped the package off Coming for the murder, masks is off b**h you took a loss f** the D.E.A. we shook ‘em off b**h we shook ‘em off Shook and twist the jars And dope on my momma's stove top By the time she came back from church boy I bet you I had an O stocked In the middle of the muhf**in' day No more yayo, boy I done sold out n***a pull up in a mothaf**in' foreign On forgies that'll bring them hoes out Like yeah n***a, n***as keep beggin' I pull out a pump in this b**h like I'm blizzard Yeah, empty your pockets, we robbin' These b**hes got all of us trippin' n***a, it's better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission You catchin' the hollow, I'm catchin' you slippin' I did it alone, only God as my witness My n***a got off cause we tied up the witness And made sure the n***a couldn't show up in court You know the business, them n***as find out that you snitchin' Them n***as gon' be at your throat Everyday Halloween n***as will go trick or treatin' With two twenty-three at your door Flippin' a check off this rappin' Go back to the trap and put that in the weed and the blow like [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Skeme] I just caught a body like a week ago These hatin' n***as want attention, I don't see 'em though You talk that gangsta sh**, but I just can't believe it bro We pull up with them shots, knockin' out that European BOOM! S to the K to the E-M-E Callin' the EMT after I empted this clip I sold my dope right on CMT I'm at the ING, know I'm as weird as it gets Chuck Taylor told me it's f** haters So I say f** 'em and bury these n***as in pits Rolley on wrist, no tock or no tick Your girl on my dick, man come get your b**h n***as think this a rap now I might back down and come try your luck Riders with me be wired up They ridin' with me till the tires bust Haters talkin' but they better cool it Before that n***a Crooked get fired up Lay you out like my Balmains You gotta play 'em straight, he get ironed up Drinkin' lean till I'm high enough I don't give a f** about nan n***a I ain't squashin' sh**, I won't call it off I just handle mine like a man n***a I'm on frontline with these bands n***a Need a chair, I can't stand n***as We do walk-by's and hop outs Got slidin' doors on that van n***a [Hook] (x2)