Hard Hittaz (Explicit Album Version)

Hard Hittaz (Explicit Album Version) - Three 6 Mafia/Boogiemane

Written by：Mike Jones/Paul Beauregard/Cedric Coleman/Jordan Houston/Paul Slayton

Yea yea

Three six six

Boogie mane mane

Hypnotize mindz tize mindz

You know you know

Niggas get scared when they see these hard hittas hard hittas

Walk up in the motherf**kin' club we comin' to repossess and sh*t possess and sh*t

They start talking like girls and sh*t and sh*t

You can't touch me

Stand back

No

No

Yeah

They got scared when these hard hittas came in

They got chains but they all tucked in

We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in

These niggas play dead when they hear we came in came in

They got scared when these hard hittas came in

They got chains but they all tucked in

We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in

These niggas play dead when they hear we came in came in

See I'm a hard hitta yes I am

And I don't really ni**a give a damn

About you and how you f**kin' rock sh*t

I put a 45 that make you b**ches stop dead

You wanna cock it go ahead and cock it

Don't make a ni**a like me make you drop it

I'm ten toes I'm from tha M-f**kin'-town

We gangster walkin'

You hear the f**kin' gangster sound

It's ashes to ashes dust to dust

The gats we trust

Y'all don't really wanna bust

I see you and your crew ni**a in da club

You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club

Do you wanna go to war ni**a and spit some blood

You talkin' that sh*t like a f**kin' slut

You talk sh*t then you might as well bring sh*t

I shut this muthaf**kin' club down for you b**ch

They got scared when these hard hittas came in

They got chains but they all tucked in

We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in

These niggas play dead when they hear we came in came in

They got scared when these hard hittas came in

They got chains but they all tucked in

We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in

These niggas play dead when they hear we came in came in

Now if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize

Its cause them haters ain't eatin'

They on some muthaf**kin' diets

A lot them is really sick I think they got amnesia

Cause on Sunday they diss ya

But come Monday they need ya

Quit tellin' lies to the public

If you could rewind your life back

You probably be wit' me on this track

But I ain't come here my ni**a for no sorrow no wounds

But Im'a stay bumpin' till I bump by head on my tool

Fo' real

Niggas wanna blame us cause they ain't famous

They wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin' the matter bus

So why I gotta take the blame for lame a** niggas not havin' things

Maybe you need to boost some clothes get yourself some pocket change

I know you like them fairy tales say you make the three six sell

So while my pockets still on swoll you reachin' in the garbage pale

Player I'm not your friend wit' it name a price and J'll spend it

Get yourself a nine to five and try your luck on a lottery ticket

What's up ni**a

Wanna be bad as the next ni**a

True facts you ain't gettin' sh*t but f**k ni**a

Buck ni**a catchin' the cut when I rush ni**a

Jump ni**a thinkin' you cool you chump ni**a

F**k that Im'a get nine to get mine

If you hood dog off in the club I'm on shine

Pine in my mouth f**k up your cloud and get paid

Wit' the same place to call our own and get away

What's the deal dog I be bout buckin' and getting crunk

And really dog I could care less about stunts

In my trunk though where you gon' ride after the show

Ain't no punk goes so I suppose you'll get throwed by some elbows

F**k it I'll fill his a** wit' holes on that funk blow throwin' high low

Like I'm a pro get crunk dog get buck dog

But actin' like a f**kin' fool gon' get you jumped dog