Young Buck - Hard Hitters (feat. D-Tay and Rizin Sun) lyrics

You can smoke one to the head to this Rizin Sun, Young Buck (What), First Born (What), and D-Tay Them four hard hitters n***a and we back Another dope track, know what I'm sayin' what yo (Verse 1) Yo we them hard hitters Them drag you out the yard n***as Bout to squab triggers That leave you in the dark n***a We raw n***a Them same superstar n***a Them anytime goin' right ain't no bar n***a We blow figures To show you who the boss n***a That drops n***as With the chrome Moss n***a You lost n***a See T.I.P. don't like the game Ya get outta line and T.I.P. gon' like they aim (Verse 2) Is it my turn to show them n***as we be stars on tracks Start up beef, we in yo front yard with gats So don't go with that, we leave you flat paralyzed from the neck With a motherf**in' hole in ya back It ain't my fault if you balled hard Start slimin' up the walls, leave him in his draws n***a you know the protocol We were born for hard ball Stealin' cars and livin' life hard ya heard me (Hook) If y'all gon' ride with me, get high with me Then go and get the straps n***a gunfire with me You'll die quickly, when we apply all fifty My real n***as, hard hitters they ride with me If y'all gon' ride with me, get high with me Then go and get the straps n***a gunfire with me You'll die quickly, when we apply all fifty My real n***as, hard hitters they die with me (Verse 3) We did it all in our lifetime Dealin' d**, bustin' them slugs Runnin' with thugs, when it get down to them broads They ain't showin' no love Put his face in the mud f**in' with the hard hitters, D-Tay my n***a Got contracts to get 'em, lyrical spitter We slaved on the figures found out who's better From Nashville to Chucktown we go round for round City to city and then we knock it down (Verse 4) Yeah we'll lock it down Then we hit these n***as spot up with fifty rounds The best pound for pound Representin' the town That'll clown when it's time for the showdown, better slow down (D-Tay unload the four pound) This sh**'s about to go down n***a Whoa now leave these n***as sh** tore down Whole town be locked down Got the whole world shocked now T.I.P. on top now (Hook) (Verse 5) I'll put it all on the line for these gangsta a** n***as of mine First Born, D-Tay we hard hitters combined Talk sh** and ya dyin' if ya think that I'm lyin' Ask that n***a named Bryan, caught six in the spine And we ain't hard to find we just sleep in the daytime After the sunshine we duckin' for war time You said you want what now See go to war n***a, hard hitters we buck wild Just us four n***as See we live for gunfire, kick in ya door n***a If we come at lunchtime, we afternoon k**ers Who that playa with mine Must be some new n***as Who done did some time and wanna mitch new figures Get the tools n***as, let's show the world how we abuse n***as co*k back the hammer and just shoot n***a All for the loot n***a We ain't no cute n***as Tryin' to knock boots n***a We out here choosin' n***a (Hook)