Slaughterhouse - We Go Hard lyrics

Slaughterhouse movement
Y'all niggas ain't with us then what
The fuck is y'all doin'? Bitches!

Yeah, Brooklyn go hard so does Long Beach
Ugh "Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard"
Crooked he go hard, he go hard
(ya love hip hop)
Crooked he go hard, he go hard
We still love this shit what's up my niggas?
I gotta re-educate my young niggas
It's ya boy! 20 and under
We bout to flip this shit over again listen

I grind hard
Treat a cop like an irrelevant wuss
So many pounds in the trunk
Call it elephant kush
You evidence givin', Sammy Gravanos
Couldn't step in my Ferragamos
Even if you threw 'em at president Bush


I'm back go start my controversy
Then pass to Rick Warren
Whup ass, you bastards spit borin'
You have to get quaran-
'Tined, from the wack disease
I lean back with ease
S-Class with six warrants
Strapped with deez guns costin' an arm
And a leg like amputees i go hard
And I ain't tryin' to say
Nothin' to rappers gettin' money
But I got a message for west coast DJs
With COB in the club
I better hear some fuckin' "G Thang"
And I don't wanna hear no
AutoTune if it ain't T-Pain
Wait, I like that 'Ye shit, I must admit
You other niggas nah, fuck that shit!
The miseducation of this
Generation for revenue
They missed innovation
This information they never knew
Why I gotta dumb down? Take
A look at my house, nigga
I'm in my master bedroom like a house nigga
Your crib on the hill ain't fuckin' with ours
I'm so close to the Little Dipper
The stripper I'm fuckin'? Her nipples
Is touchin' the stars
Nah, I ain't flossin' in a recession
I'm talkin' to rappers fuckin'
Off our profession
If I can't spit bars and still live large
And still whip cars
I'm killin' who's in charge
Even when I drop simple shit
The most intricate jewels are in every line
I just hide 'em behind the instruments
Instrumentals maybe I'm sentimental
Bumpin' Nas when I'm in the rental
I'll kill a pig
Come visit me cause I'm in a kennel
Gangsta rap, I'm gangsta plus I rap
Strictly coincidental
I grew up around Crips with prison tats
Dealers who made a killin' in the
Hood but they ain't givin' back
But they come to my show
I gotta give 'em that
They will kidnap niggas dissin' my fitted cap
Long Beach, niggas doin' drive-bys in hybrids
You like a dick in a dyke's privates
You never go in, I go all out
Pull a sawed off out
Make you go the alternative route
I mean fall out, boy, y'all know who I am
I'm ill as yellow sneakers fam, shit god damn

I'm a from a grimy city
From a bunch of miles away (C'mon)
With no regards for the laws
I'm from a sovereign state (Ha ha)
From a murderous block
(Nah) , swervin' in a convertible drop
Makin' sure you heard my proverbial plots
(Woo) i'm tryin' to take over the
World like Pinky The Brain
My dream mistress is a bitch
Like Pinky with brains (That's right)
Or Roxy Reynolds, I'd stick dick into her
She suck cock for livin'
Tongue kiss with Murs (Oh)
But I don't feel anger (Ah)
So like the frame of
The nickel-plated chrome 45
I'ma still bang her (Yes)
Original renegade, niggas still afraid
(Ha ha) more niggas follow than Ashton
Kutcher's Twitter page (Woo)
Chowder time, y'all write
I sprinkle powder lines
If Kelly beat his case
My lawyer gon' swallow mines (Yes)
So put your nines on the crap table
You life gamblin', I'm Patrón sippin'
Signed to Black Label (Oh)
Champagne wishes become realities (Yes)
Bad bitches fly, minus the travel needs (Yes)
My dick is the biggest thing on my anatomy
I diss niggas for nothin' like
"Why you mad at me?" ("Why you mad at me?")
Haha! Nickel is definitely still reckless
(Yes) the last nigga done got killed
That made me feel threatened
(True story! Hahaha)
Who really cares what a rapper talkin'?
The only feelin' that ain't
Familiar is after losses
I shoot Edo G in the head
And go back to Boston (Brrrat)
With a trunk full of white
We call it Asher Rothin'
Feel honored if I talk about your ass often
You should wanna sleep in the bed
I was jackin' off in (Ho)
There's a reason these motherfuckers
Are backin' off him (Why?)
He Floyd Mayweather
Paul Williams and Chad Dawson (Haha)
All rolled up in one his money trash talkin'
Amongst bosses
Chillin' out in the cash office (Woo)
Nigga, you testin' the one
Nickel second to none (Nice)
I'm hotter than Texas at three
I'm affecting the sun (Pah)
I don't just sound raw
I'll disconnect your shit
Have you walkin' around with Bobby Brown jaw
(Oh) and then Whitney said crack was wack
And it offended me like, "Floozy
Why you dissin' my music?"
And you can ask Proof
We come from Chopper City
Minus the wack suit and the beef with Ness
(Ha) forever inhalin' the smell of
That sweet success (Yes)
That Khaled coke talkin'
Sayin' "We the best!" i'm a fan-teaser
This bitch said
"Who the fuck died and made you God?"
I said, "Jesus" (C'mon) Haha
I'm in the zone, I feel like a star
And nigga you know what to do
If you feel like a frog
Go and jump in that traffic
You playin' Frogger i ain't no blogger
I'm Mr rearrange Your Aura (Yes)
Niggas thinkin' all I got
Is internet soldiers
'09 is the Fear Year, respect's over
The OGs taught me how to do it one way (One)
So I ain't down for no
Games unless it's gunplay (Uh, uh)
Niggas will murder judges (Judges)
Over murder grudges (Grudges)
I don't put money on heads
I just refer to cousins (Uh, huh)
I drop dope records that's hot like a furnace
The needle on that record
Player is hypodermic (Yes)
They feed food from an intravenous tube
(Tube)
Kill your ass in private, between me and you
(Haha)
I'm sick enough to go up in your house
Sick of them rhymes
I spit 'em and throw up in my mouth (Oh)
You fuckin' around with the
Slaughterhouse conglomer ahd (Yes)
Like catchin' your parents fuckin'
I'll leave you traumatized
The beef lives till the drama dies (Dies)
My daughter can get struck by lightning
If I ain't down for homicide (Oh)
You don't believe in me, you a atheist thug
(C'mon, nigga) my bitch pussy delicious
It's the Flavor of Love
Fuck what they say, I tattoo your face
Danger, but it ain't For the Love of Ray J
(Ha ha)
I got a Carhartt, I call my penis "Dickie"
Before I let you bullshit me
I let Serena kick me (It's true)
And she got thunder thighs
I can just be so heartless
And give you the business
But I ain't from the Chi
A product of the boards
Where Berry Gordy records
I'm talkin' A-1 yola this totally pure (Yes)
I flow bodies of waters
Dead fishermen haunt me
I got the temper of a trigger
The dick of a donkey (Oh) i'm a soldier boy
(Yes) , yeah, I'm the last breathin'
No need to turn on my swag, c'mon
I'm swag sleepin' (Yes) y'all flows are old
Y'all sound like last weekend i'm Marty
Delorean partying with a bad 'Rican

Slaughterhouse in this bitch, nigga
Sucker-free, fuck a bitch nigga

Brooklyn! Let me get a shot at that
Holla back (Geah)
Down the block from Marcy and Cooper
This guy can rap
Ortiz, I'm an animal (Oh) , flow shit sick
Had midgets in the hospital a
Few blocks from you (Haha)
Wood Hall, I stood tall in every battle
Hip-hop's like football, I'm hard to tackle
I'm from where they clap a mac
At you then have a Snapple
The Rotten part of the Apple
Abandoned tabernacles (Woo)
Ten-speeds, being peddled by chain snatchers
Good weed, we drug-pedal and aim ratchets
If you from my berg you
Know we insane bastards so
On the hottest day we sport rain jackets
(Ahh) get your brain splattered for
A cocaine package for a little chump change
They push your Rogaine backwards (Grrrr-t)
I don't know where you from
But where I'm from it's no good
Better take the backstreets to check
A chick in my hood (Oh)