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letra de go hard or go home - roy jones jr.

hook:
go hard n-gga or go home n-gga
go hard n-gga or go home n-gga
go hard n-gga or go home n-gga
go hard n-gga or go home n-gga

[verse 1: giz]
go hard or go home is the motto this year
see the game don’t wait
ain’t no time for fear
a lot of n-ggas gonna hate when they get left in the rear
but scared money don’t make money, that’s just how i feel
a lot of people be like giz how you get that deal
it didn’t happen over night had to be patient you hear
well there’s a lot of other n-ggas with some banging cd’s
but they still ain’t f-cking with giz let me tell you
a lot of n-ggas tring to be like me but it’s hard
and every chance i get i pull they card
i ain’t gotta try hard to spit game at ya’ll n-ggas
keep talking sl!ck i’m a take aim at ya’ll n-ggas
ya’ll a bust in the air
scream lets take it to war only got seventeen shots
i got about eighty more
ten is goin through you the other ten in your home
twenty is spitting at your crew the rest i save for the law

hook x4

[verse 2: roy jones jr]
see, when i step up in this motherf-cker i bring that fire
i’m real about my sh-t n-gga, this ain’t work for hire
drop a cannon on your head while i sh-t in your ear
if you ain’t coming for no trouble why the f-ck are you here
sneak up on your -ss and treat your -ss like a stranger
hit you with two shots, body head b-tch i’m a banger
streetballers, they off the hook with no hanger
put your life in danger, b-tch that’s what i came for
the murderers i know you heard of us, you’re so hurt of us
now we’re coming out and motherf-ckers getting scared of us
ain’t look back off these platinum bloods
misery loves company so now they’re mad at us
since we tripping out , we done made the move
unless you want a paint job we can spray your crew
way to do is like my n-gga john just said
if you ain’t going hard get your b-tch -ss to bed

hook: x4

[verse 3: swellz]
i don’t give a f-ck who you go and get
i ain’t running or hiding
i done had it i’m clappin the iron
who you ice grillin’ why is you eyeing
it’s nothin to me you little n-ggas
can’t collide with a giant
you hard headed little f-cks so defiant
think it’s sweet we hold heat
don’t try us my weight up like the kid
pump iron if i squeeze enemy’s better duck
or dey dyin dats my word
on my seeds yeah
i mean that for my youngins i’ll do life in da bing
scr-p and f-ck n-ggas
i don’t got no friends just -ssociates
i keep them a distance that’s appropriate
enter my zone a get you cracked maybe choked a bit
snap til you motionless beat you with a bat til it’s cracked
and i broke the sh-t if this weak
you want to act then approach
and get clapped when the toaster spit

hook x4

[verse 4: choppa]
man no one hold me back let me jump in this b-tch
me and my clique got some money and we drunk in this b-tch
freeballers head i know you heard about
on top we representing for that dirty south
if you was a g’ you would have squeezed the grip, but you a ho
your real name should have been plead the 5th
and i’m coming for your throat and your neck
and i ain’t trippin’ on money
‘cause roy jones done wrote me a check
i’m representing for new orleans everybody stand up
hangin’ from the dirty south, n-gga throw your hands up
holy gals for my youngers, my homies are yellin’
when they see me in person ho’s wanna get married
and i beat my heat a homie we married
and especially for you the haters
run the 5th you wanna get buried
eater 6 in the deck, n-gga spill me out
go hard or go home, n-gga hear me now

hook: x4

- roy jones jr

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