Hard Hitters Lyrics - T.i.p. - Young Buck

You can smoke one to the head to this 

Rizin Sun, Young Buck (What), First Born (What), and D-Tay 

Them four hard hitters nigga 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 niggaz 

Bout to squab triggers 

That leave you in the dark nigga 

We raw nigga 

Them same superstar nigga 

Them anytime goin' right ain't no bar nigga 

We blow figures 

To show you who the boss nigga 

That drops niggaz 

With the chrome Moss nigga 

You lost nigga 

See T.I.P. don't like the game 

Ya get outta line and T.I.P. gon' like they aim 

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(Verse 2) 

Is it my turn to show them niggaz 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 motherfuckin' hole in ya back 

It ain't my fault if you balled hard 

Start slimin' up the walls, leave him in his draws 

Nigga 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 nigga gunfire with me 

You'll die quickly, when we apply all fifty 

My real niggaz, hard hitters they ride with me 

If y'all gon' ride with me, get high with me 

Then go and get the straps nigga gunfire with me 

You'll die quickly, when we apply all fifty 

My real niggaz, hard hitters they die with me 

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(Verse 3) 

We did it all in our lifetime 

Dealin' drugs, 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 

Fuckin' with the hard hitters, D-Tay my nigga 

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 niggaz 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 shit's about to go down nigga 

Whoa now leave these niggaz shit 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 ass niggaz of mine 

First Born, D-Tay we hard hitters combined 

Talk shit and ya dyin' if ya think that I'm lyin' 

Ask that nigga 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 nigga, hard hitters we buck wild 

Just us four niggaz 

See we live for gunfire, kick in ya door nigga 

If we come at lunchtime, we afternoon killers 

Who that playa with mine 

Must be some new niggaz 

Who done did some time and wanna mitch new figures 

Get the tools niggaz, let's show the world how we abuse niggaz 

Cock back the hammer and just shoot nigga 

All for the loot nigga 

We ain't no cute niggaz 

Tryin' to knock boots nigga 

We out here choosin' nigga 

(Hook)