Royce da 5'9", Kid Vishis - Go Hard, Pt. 2 lyrics

Bar Exam 3, tramp yeah! Whoooooo!

Fuck is wrong with you? Go
And inform your crew
That I can end your career in
Less than a song or two i'm a tyrant
I'm like an irate Somalian pirate
You're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus
With the heine virus dead a verse
I got more bars than Leavenworth
The present president backwards
Call me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives
Stab niggas with guns
Kiss hands and shake babies
I make the medic hurt
Fuck a producer too, them faggots is fuckboys
I should rap over the Brinks
Truck backin' up noise
The city's in an uproar over the hustl-or
I got it on lock like up north but much more
These rap niggas sayin' they
Rollin' on them wheels
But the only rollin' they doin'
Is rollin' on the pill
They high, speakin' of rollin', we a roll
You will see us get paper
Before you see us fold
Hip hop nigga, the opposite of neo-soul
The only thing sing is the pistol
When I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul
You aspire to get a chain that's glistenin'
I aspire to get a chain of businesses
I retire niggas
Gettin' at me ain't what the business is
I kill the kitten if he witnesses
I make it look easy, before I self destruct
I'ma get some hoes pregnant like
50 and Lil Weezy
I don't give a fuck about shit
Got nothin' to say to y'all but "suck dick"
I fuck yo' bitch and send her back to you
Pussy like she been in labor dawg
And when I'm done with her she
Gon' need a cable all
My dream mistress is a bitch like Nicki Minaj
And if the ass ain't real
Then I'm with the façade
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me
Pick your demise
The silencers screwed on now
The clips in disguise
Now who the fuck goin' harder than Nickel
I take a shit on any nigga
No regard for tissue
I go hard so much harder than everybody
I John Doe tag the toe of every body
We go hard oh yeah eh eh, we go hard
That I, I, I, we go hard
Oh yeeeeah ay ay, we go hard
That I, I, I, we go hard
Oh yeeeeah ay ay, we go hard
Go hard, so hard
So hard, so hard, whoa oh (Let it breathe)

The best nigga in the game, yeah
You know this
The game never be the same, yeah
You know this

Ignite violence, make him swallow shells
That'll clog his windpipe
Make the doctor do the Heimlich
Fightin' for the loot like a
Riot this is Pay-Per-View
Rap niggas don't get it
Unless they buyin' this
Blame it on the drugs like Steve-O
You still a Jackass
I spit dope, my fans got a crack habit
If you can beat me on beats congrats
The sore loser when I snatch him out
The booth then I beat his ass
What you call rappin', I call trash
Every punch you call strong, I call jabs
So listen
I'm sicker than a stripper, if you tip her
Give her fifties and twenties
Hit the lights she realize
It's counterfeit money
My niggas get large cash
Push the rock good as Bobby
Hurley 'fore the car crash
I get star cash, tour cash, more cash
Don't wanna pay me
I'mma take it out of your ass
Do what you want fam
I say fam cause I fry a man
Feelin' angry man, I'll flight 'em in
Honestly godly, what fool wanna battle me?
I use the Earth as a cue
And shoot pool with the galaxy
Few could challenge me, who do catastrophe
Three cash, guns point the guard
I'm Steve Nash
You a rap group, I'll slap through
The only time you see a gun is
When mine is pointin' at you
Skip the church and the reverend I'mma
Put 'em on a 747
And the destination's Heaven
For example, break into my notebook
And find more shit than
The cops friskin' Rambo
Make 'em fade to black
Fit 'em for a blindfold
Told you I'm a Dibo pitbull, die slow
I'll really hit your crib with the semi
Break a nigga baby back and ribs
I call my bullets Chili's