Hard Hittaz lyrics

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Project Pat


[Intro DJ Paul talking] (With Echos)
Yea! (Yea)
Three Six (Six)
Boogie Mane (Mane)
Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz)
You know.. (You know)
n*ggas get scared when they see these hard hittas (Hard Hittas)
Walk up in the motherf*ckin' club we comin to repossess and sh*t (Possess and sh*t)
They start talking like girls and sh*t (And sh*t)

[Woman]
You can't touch me
Stand back
No!!![2x]

[DJ Paul]
Yeah

[Hook 2x]
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 n*ggas play dead when they hear we came in (Came in)

[Crunchy Black]
See I'm a hard hitta yes I am
And I dont really n*gga give a damn
About you and how you f*ckin rock sh*t
I put a 45 that make you b*tches stop dead
You wanna c*ck it go ahead and c*ck it
Dont make a n*gga like me make you drop it
I'm ten toes I'm from tha M-f*ckin-Town
We gangster walkin
You hear the f*ckin gangster sound
Its ashes to ashes dust to dust
The gats we trust
Y'all dont really wanna bust
I see you and your crew n*gga in da club
You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club
Do you wanna go to war n*gga & spit some blood
You talkin that sh*t like a f*ckin sl*t
You talk sh*t then you might as well bring sh*t
I shut this muthaf*ckin club down for you b*tch!
[Hook 2x]

[DJ Paul]
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Now if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize
Its cause them haters ain't eatin
They on some muthaf*ckin 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 n*gga for no sorrow no wounds
But im'a stay bumpin till I bump by head on my tool
Fo' real!

[Juicy J]
n*ggas wanna blame us cause they ain't famous
They wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin the MATA bus
So why I gotta take the blame for lame ass n*ggas 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
Playa I’m out the frame with it, name a price and I'll spend it
Get yourself a nine to five and try your luck on a lottery ticket
[Boogiemane]
What's up n*gga
Wanna be bad as the next n*gga
True facts you ain't gettin sh*t but f*ck n*gga
Buck n*gga catchin the cut when I rush n*gga
Jump n*gga thinkin you cool you chump n*gga
f*ck 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*ck up your cloud and get paid
Wit' the same place to call our own and get away
Whats 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*ck it I'll fill his ass 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*ckin' fool gon' get you jumped dog
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