โหลดเพลง mp3 Hard Hittaz (Explicit Album Version) - Three 6 Mafia

Hard Hittaz (Explicit Album Version) - Three 6 Mafia/Boogiemane
Written by：Mike Jones/Paul Beauregard/Cedric Coleman/Jordan Houston/Paul Slayton
Yea yea
Three six six
Boogie mane mane
Hypnotize mindz tize mindz

You know you know

Niggas get scared when they see these hard hittas hard hittas
Walk up in the motherf**kin' club we comin' to repossess and sh*t possess and sh*t
They start talking like girls and sh*t and sh*t
You can't touch me
Stand back
No
No
Yeah

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 niggas play dead when they hear we came in came in
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 niggas play dead when they hear we came in came in
See I'm a hard hitta yes I am

And I don't really ni**a give a damn
About you and how you f**kin' rock sh*t
I put a 45 that make you b**ches stop dead
You wanna cock it go ahead and cock it
Don't make a ni**a like me make you drop it
I'm ten toes I'm from tha M-f**kin'-town
We gangster walkin'
You hear the f**kin' gangster sound
It's ashes to ashes dust to dust
The gats we trust
Y'all don't really wanna bust
I see you and your crew ni**a in da club
You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club
Do you wanna go to war ni**a and spit some blood
You talkin' that sh*t like a f**kin' slut
You talk sh*t then you might as well bring sh*t
I shut this muthaf**kin' club down for you b**ch
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 niggas play dead when they hear we came in came in
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 niggas play dead when they hear we came in came in
Now if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize
Its cause them haters ain't eatin'
They on some muthaf**kin' 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 ni**a for no sorrow no wounds
But Im'a stay bumpin' till I bump by head on my tool
Fo' real
Niggas wanna blame us cause they ain't famous
They wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin' the matter bus
So why I gotta take the blame for lame a** niggas 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
Player I'm not your friend wit' it name a price and J'll spend it
Get yourself a nine to five and try your luck on a lottery ticket
What's up ni**a
Wanna be bad as the next ni**a
True facts you ain't gettin' sh*t but f**k ni**a

Buck ni**a catchin' the cut when I rush ni**a

Jump ni**a thinkin' you cool you chump ni**a
F**k 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**k 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**k it I'll fill his a** 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**kin' fool gon' get you jumped dog