C-Mob, B Lang, 3rd Degree - Go Hard lyrics

Man it's 3rd Degree man that's me
Got my homie C-Mob
My homie B-Lang from 3rd Degree my gosh
Naw shit with my boys from
The middle of the map let's get it cracking

I'mma tell you right now you don't
Want it with me nigga
I see 'em call 'em out and
Have 'em running from me nigga
Naw that ain't the game I'm
Trynna get my pockets thicker
Playing with my pocket have my
Snipers come and get ya
Nope it ain't a threat bet your
Money cause I promised that
House with no bills yeah I'm
Trynna get my momma that
House with no bills yeah I'm
Trynna get my sister that money in the bank
See I'm trynna have all of that


Skrilly out the asshole homie
I'mma fool with it
Trynna have the papers that I don't
Know what to do with it
And I'mma still be the same
Nigga from Kansas City
Just a little more money that
I can bring with me
I ain't greedy homie (no)
Watch me spread it out
Catch me with my crew say them
Young niggas is breaded out
And we boss up (yep) floss cool whips
Catch me in the Chevy the
Same color as Cool Whip down go hard
Got it cracking they ain't ready for us nigga
Go hard
Acting tough get your chest cracked nigga
So hard

Hard talking shit we'll stretch that nigga

I pull up in the regal
The same color as vernon (that's it)
Interior peanut butter lungs full of chronic
Nigga cross me and I promise
That I'll put this eleven on
Your back like Isiah Thomas
I'm from the G-A-R-Y, IN-D-IA-N-A
Whatchu talking bout? I've been
Consistently on the block trynna
Get this dust
Brisket dropped off and picked up
Broke down and nicked up
I keep CD's in the stove
This dick in these hoes pocket full of money
Hot tracks in the studio
On twenty-fo's cause that's how I come bitch
I never used the clip that the gun come with
I'm on some thirty shot clips shit
Hundred brown drum shit
Say something and get killed
For saying dumb shit (mark)
It's a cold world (world)
But, it's a deep game (game)
It's Lil B aka it's B-Lang down go hard
Got it cracking they ain't ready for us nigga
Go hard
Acting tough get your chest cracked nigga
So hard

Hard talking shit we'll stretch that nigga

I gotta get payed in a major way
You wanna prevent it I'll pull your chord
If you survive you'll be barely alive
And severely disfigured full of scars
Lessons I've given to those who
Don't listen conditions are
Critical body parts missing the blood it is
Dripping so if I get caught slipping I do
What I gotta so many is flipping
All about my mozzarella
Gotta make my pockets swell up
Won't stop till I'm on top with a
Mansion and yacht like I'm Rockefeller
Better try to murder me burden me
He's not concerned of me
When it comes to heat Indiana and
KC both got that third degree
You heard of me
The wonder will lead you to darkness
And tell you to enter it
If you don't know me by now you can
Call me C-Mob now bitch remember it
I'm taking making
Because my whole life my money
Been scrapping while you making
Making because your whole life been fronting
And faking why you hating
Waiting for the chance to take
Me up outta the game one thing
You better remember I'm clever as ever
A devil can never be tamed
Some say I'm a fallen angel and
I'm far from a saint
But what they all say bout C-Mob is
"he goes hard in the paint" down go hard
Got it cracking they ain't ready for us nigga
Go hard
Acting tough get your chest cracked nigga
So hard

Hard talking shit we'll stretch that nigga

Yeah marion, Indiana
Kansas City, Missouri
And Gary, Indiana connect my guy 3rd Degree
Me C-mob you know what I'm saying
And the homie B-Lang from
The group 3rd Degree, i'm saying
And the heat miser himself Frix on the beat
Know what I'm saying
So you know we got it hot
As hell up in this motherfucker
Shit, it's burning up in here

Down go hard
Got it cracking they ain't ready for us nigga
Go hard
Acting tough get your chest cracked nigga
So hard

Hard talking shit we'll stretch that nigga