Hard Hittaz

[Intro DJ Paul talking] (With Echos)

Yea! (Yea)

Three Six (Six)

Boogie Mane (Mane)

Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz)

You know.. (You know)

Niggaz get scared when they see these hard hittas (Hard Hittas)

Walk up in the motherfuckin' club we comin to repossess and shit (Possess and shit)

They start talking like girls and shit (And shit)

[Woman]

You cant touch me

Stand back

No!!![2x]

[DJ Paul]

Yeah

[Hook 2x]

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 niggaz play dead when they hear we came in (Came in)

[Crunchy Black]

See I'm a hard hitta yes I am

And I dont really nigga give a damn

About you and how you fuckin rock shit

I put a 45 that make you bitches stop dead

You wanna cock it go ahead and cock it

Dont make a nigga like me make you drop it

I'm ten toes I'm from tha M-fuckin-Town

We gangster walkin

You hear the fuckin gangster sound

Its ashes to ashes dust to dust

The gats we trust

Y'all dont really wanna bust

I see you and your crew nigga in da club

You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club

Do you wanna go to war nigga & spit some blood

You talkin that shit like a fuckin slut

You talk shit then you might as well bring shit

I shut this muthafuckin club down for you bitch!

[Hook 2x]

[DJ Paul]

(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Now if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize

Its cause them haters ain't eatin

they on some muthafuckin 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 nigga for no sorrow no wounds

But im'a stay bumpin till I bump by head on my tool

Fo' real!

[Juicy J]

Niggaz 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 ass niggaz 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

[Boogiemane]

What's up nigga

Wanna be bad as the next nigga

True facts you ain't gettin shit but fuck nigga

Buck nigga catchin the cut when I rush nigga

Jump nigga thinkin you cool you chump nigga

Fuck that im'a get nine to get mine

If you hood dog off in the club I'm on shine

Pine in my mouth fuck 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

Fuck it I'll fill his ass wit' holes on that funk blow throwin high low

Like I'm a pro get crunk dog get buck dog

But actin like a fuckin' fool gon' get you jumped dog