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| Gonzoe Miscellaneous Hit Em Hard [Gonzoe] (talkin) Hit em! hahahahaha (smoke being blown) Ughhh! Razing sick Ughhh! Bitch! Hit em, we're watching you (hit em), hit em, (we're watching you nigga) hit em, hit em Savage, aaahhhhh! [Verse 1 - Gonzoe] Mass control, I pass your soul We all worth some doe Sippin' on gold Spend a little get more (ahh) Forever happy, what have we Maxed with cavy Risky Ritzy forever she burns House keys care-free (ahh) Nobody scares me Where the players be? Gettin money like me rarely I did it cause you dared me Now speak on it (what?) You ain't no match for me nigga, so teach on it And make em listen (ahh) Full blown warfare headin' in your direction All that was not to do was taught by you (ugh) So I just threw my crew, ya brand new (ugh) Hit em where it hurts and bump em with their crew Every game got rules Expect em, choose My next move Stand strong, get leverage, and press them fools And that's that (what) Pick it up put it down Never look back My insides comin out because of this rap (my name...) [Chorus - Prince Ital Joe] Some of them are busta Some of them are fraud That's why I'mma hit em hard Enough of them are busta Some of them are fraud Might as well hit em hard (hit em) Hit em hard, hit em hard cause the plot, hit em hard Them are fraud, hit em hard (hit em) Hit em hard cause the plot, hit em hard (hit em) good lord (hit em) [Verse 2 - Gonzoe] Everything slow-motion but it's moving so fast Right here by the ocean and the palm trees These L.A. streets, concrete philosophy (what) Raised me and rottened me For every tear and broken bone I suffer Bro's another road for me to walk on, it made me tougher Now I keep breathing, holdin' guns for years nigga, till we even Plus, I shoot up the cop car (ugh) before ya hit the precinct (ugh) Razing; bow down, kiss my ring Blazing; because real niggaz do real things And live dangerous, bang them bricks, keep secrets If they crop and question us, who the thief is I'll find you and put the rumor where ya teeth is (don't ask don't know) Bust yo brain so I can see what ya thinkin' Nigga, it's young ritz-ell And I could distinguish the bomb from the fake by the smell Chorus [Milford McDonald] When we be buckin' Hittin niggaz up when we comin No lovin, got y'all duckin and we ain't said nothin Fuck y'all niggaz who be always feelin' our songs Nigga, get your thug on [Verse 3 - Gonzoe] Who broke, now you're bullshit I make hits, and sail the blue seas with yacht full of rits And if there was a fifth nigga, we'd all be drunk Peacin' up on a bunk when one glock to get it clunk For the nigga that act obsessed And a scream with pash So fuck clad, bettin on the six sec Ready to mash Down hold a nine I'm still in here tryin not to get caught Flippin' every narcotic that I'm on And P, all ya soldiers on your feet On the brink with these crazy thugs we're not think Well fuck that, instincts survive Six seven, sixteen lives Bitch shut up and drive This is... Chorus [Verse 4 - Prince Ital Joe] Little ax court Big tree (uh-huh) If you don't believe me just come and see (uh-huh) Little Gonzoe D O double G (yes) He might have donned the top celebrity (we hit em) We bite em off, invade ya privacy Run the country and roll the territory Lose your girlfriend Gonzoe, I'll see In out the hotel she's coming like L Your heart is broken you lose great shell Ding dong, no more wedding bell Chorus [Gonzoe] (talking) Niggaz strapped And I'm known for that I hit em! nigga Yo, we like... G money Y'all niggaz is fuckin invisible cause ya dropped |
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