เนื้อเพลง Hit Em Hard - The Game

[Verse 1 - Game:]
I got a black mac and a six pack
I don't work out, I don't chit chat
My b*tch bad, I get racks
That Rolls Royce, come gift-wrapped
Them birds still come shrink-wrapped
I'm not strapped, don't think that
I'm low key with that click clack
That rat a tat tat tat tat
Throw the burner and I'm runnin' home
N*ggas stop being loyal when the money gone
Still walk in this b*tch, I'm a hundred strong
One chain on my neck, feel like I got a hundred on
Look at my flow on this b*tch
Platinum and gold on my wrist
Money, the accountant be countin' it
That's why I'm throwin' this sh*t
I'm in BK with that SK
Same clothes since yesterday
With that Biggie Smalls on replay
And I ain't wearing no vest today
I do the Shmoney dance with this mac
You better do it too or get Shmurda'd
I be grilling that beef, I ain't talkin' no burgers
I finna be walkin' like I'm a New Yorker
I let off the K and then I hope in the Uber
It's never a question that I am the shooter
I empty the clip and lay you in a pool of
Blood, see how he got hit with the Ruger?
Blood, bandana that's how we be movin'
Blood, swooping from Compton to Brooklyn
And this ain't the Barclays but n*ggas be shootin'

[Hook - Bobby Shmurda x2:]
Running n*ggas down back and forth
I'm like pass the torch
Blast it off
N*ggas making bets so who gonna blast him off
First to score
We gon' hit 'em hard
We gon' hit 'em all
First to score
We gon' hit 'em all
We gon' hit 'em hard

[Verse 2 - Freddie Gibbs:]
Running cocaina back and forth
Copped the bag of salt
E S to the G N
I'm the boss dropped the package off
Coming for the murder, masks is off
B*tch you took a loss
F*ck the DEA we shook 'em off
B*tch we shook 'em off
Shook and twist the jars
And dope on my mommas stove top
By the time she came back from church boy
I bet you I had an O stocked
In the middle of the muhf*ckin' day, no more yayo, boy I done sold out
N*gga pull up in a mothaf*ckin' foreign on forgies that'll bring them hoes out
Like yeah n*gga, n*ggas keep beggin', I pull out a pump in this b*tch like I'm blizzard
Yeah, empty your pockets, we robbin', these b*tches got all of us trippin'
N*gga, it's better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission
You catchin' the hollow, I'm catchin'you slippin', I did it alone, only God as my witness
My n*gga got off cause we tied up the witness, and made sure the n*gga couldn't show up in court
You know the business, them n*ggas find out that you snitchin', them n*ggas gon' be at your throat
Everyday Halloween n*ggas will go trick or treatin', with two tweny-three at your door
Flippin' a check off this rappin', go back to the trap and put that in the weed and the blow like

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3 - Skeme:]
I just caught a body like a week ago
These hatin' n*ggas want attention, I don't see 'em though
You talk that gangsta sh*t, but I just can't believe it bro
We pull up with them shots, knockin' out that European [?]
S to the K to the E-M-E, callin' here EMT after I empted this clip
I sold my dope right on CMT, I'm at the ING, know I'm as weird as it gets
Chuck Taylor told me it's f*ck haters, so I say f*ck 'em and bury these n*ggas in pits
Rolley on wrist, no toc or no tic, your girl on my d*ck, man come get your b*tch
N*ggas think this a rap now, I might back down and come try your luck
Riders with me be wired up, they ridin' with me till the tyres bust
Haters talkin', but they better cool it, before that n*gga Crooked get fired up
Lay you out like my Balmains, you gotta play 'em straight, he get ironed up
Drinkin' lean till I'm high enough, I don't give a f*ck about [?] n*gga
I ain't squashin' sh*t, I won't call it off, I just handle mine like a man n*gga
I'm on frontline with these bands n*gga
Need a chair, I can't stand n*ggas
We do walk-by's and hop outs
Got slidin' doors on that van n*gga

[Hook x2]