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letra de go hard - the regime (collective)

[intro: gonzoe & tony montana]
the gay-unit
you’re all a bunch of f-ckin’ assh0l-s
you know why?
you don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be

[verse 1: gonzoe]
yeah, i got blue chucks on, you don’t me, cuzz
crip walkin’ on your face i’m finna show you blood
got your lil p-ssy wet, huh? you h0m- thug
i’ma have your [?] flat before your promos done
tell your n-ggas get they red rags ready and black tims
a hunnid rounds goin’ through that rover on black rims
my bulldog fofo known to snap limbs
on ex-strippers who rap, banging with gay friends
you speaking on a made man, n-gga, you a fan
shout me out in your song, tryna shake a n-gga hand
suckin’ em and dre assh0l- long as it’s payin’
assh0l- [?], gonzoe gon’ die like a man
i’ma cl!ck clack, bust back, die for my dragon tat
n-gga you ready to die? gonz can arrange that
once the thang clap i’ma see wherе your brains at
for that punk sh-t when you and yuk was on the same track (yеah, b-tch)

[verse 2: dirt left]
flame thrower, the shark shank, the game’s over (uh)
these b-tch n-ggas ain’t gang members, they name throwers (what?)
explain soldier, (uh) somebody must’ve gave him gas
[?] that lloyd bank$ album that’s trash (right)
on fire was alright, f-ck that warrior sh-t (uh)
cause that warrior video look like a west coast skit
so you can talk like, look like, act like, dress like, n-gga
but you ain’t from around here
i smell fear, (uh) yayo bragging like he did some time (ok)
real n-ggas like shyne sittin’, doin’ a dime
i used to think pac was here, now i know that he dead
cause ain’t no way he let these b-tch (la, la-la-la-la) n-ggas eat off head, the lead fly
f-ck with real n-ggas from ny
ya’ll n-ggas a disgrace to big boy from bed-stuy (baby) (uh)
and game is a millennium hanger (ok)
got put on the hood in 2000, that make him a millennium banger, what (yea)

[chorus: gonzoe]
go hard or go home
go hard or go home
holdin’ the chrome, on the block your name is not known
fake n-ggas go hard or go home (yea)
go hard or go home (n-gga)
go hard or go home
holdin’ the chrome, on the block your name is not known
fake n-ggas go hard or go home
[verse 3: gonzoe]
i’m not finna hold my tongue on the game
gay-unit finna feel these guns, it’s a hit, n-gga
gonz finna get them crumbs, your house right on the corner
yeah, here we come, on sunset
50 ain’t [?] so ya frontline, ya move to l.a
yeah, b-tch, this vietnam, i want ya hit
you ain’t real and you work for the feds
i catch you in that 300 (blaow!) on neighborhood (blaow!) crips (blaow!)
send bank$, buck ain’t got no cash, they both broke and the game’s a f-g, this sh-t’s sad
wit a tongue ring, i change ya heart
with this lil red dot i bet i hit my mark, n-gga
you from compton but sound like new york (uhhhhh)
n-gga, that’s like farrakhan eatin’ pork
i’m not buyin’ it, yeah, all ya’ll spineless
all my turf n-ggas gon’ rewind this, regime (yeah) gang

- the regime collective

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