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Go Hard
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T-Pain
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(And we go by The Runners) (Pay attention) Yo, SB (Holiday Season, n***a) Hah (Go hard) I think it's my time, you know why? (Go hard) My tears have dried, and I know that no weapon formed against me will prosper (Go hard) And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators (Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Young Money If you could, you would get rid of me F**k you gon' do when a b*t*h try to go hard? But I won't let you get to me (To me) You should already figure I'ma go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another girl sit in your throne I done put the chokehold Now they screamin', "Nicki, leave me alone!" (Hard) I am (Hard), I'm still (Hard) the one to beat (Go hard) Ain't in a rush for mainstream, I am the streets (Go hard) I am getting it in until the end I gotta go (Go), go (Go), go (Oh) Go hard Gotta go, lemme get the car key You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie Keep a marquee, everything sparkly (Ma-ma-man down) Hit him on the walkie-talkie Hit 'em, hit em, knock-knock, tell 'em let me in My name ring bells, b*t*h, buzz me in (Bzzz) And I only stop for pedestrians (Oh) Or a real, real bad lesbian Hit 'em with the MAC, hit 'em with the TEC-nine Hit 'em with the Ruger, by the intersect sign Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my n***as call me Pammy And I always keep the jammy In the trunk or in the Lamby (Ohh) Put my whole borough on my back and I'm good-uh I don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda I represent all the girls that stood up (Uh) Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar (Oh) Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups (One, two) Doing the scissor-leg, on the mat, with my foot up Young black pin-up, all of my b*t*hes did up Now I'm tellin' L.A. Reid to step his bid up And I'm tellin' President Carter he picked a winner B*t*hes like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma (Uh) These birds all fly south in the winter (Uh) F**k I look like? Chomping on a chicken dinner? (C'yeah) You can hate me, but why knock my hustle? I'ma be the queen, no matter how they shuffle Skirts with the ruffle (Yeah), Louis on the duffle (Yeah) I'm a bad b*t*h, no muzzle (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Hahahahahaha, no muzzle (What you gonna do, do, do?) C'yeah B*t*hes is softer than Al Dente Cut from a different kente Tell 'em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my Sensei So I call him Splinter (Splinter) Faster than a sprinter (Sprinter) Gimme my chopsticks, I'll have these rap b*t*hes for dinner (Dinner) This is for my gentlemen in b***on-ups, and khakis This is for my n***a, Seven Up, in Castaki This is for my n***as wheelie-in' them Kawasakis Shout out to the Vackee's, saltfish ackees (Ackees) Kisses to my fans unless I'm feelin', kinda c*cky (C*cky) Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kind of rocky (Rocky) I am Nicki (Nicki), Minaj or Lewinsky (Lewinsky) Pump's on the clutch, right hand, on the 6-speed (6-speed) Write my own raps, I gotta go, I gotta get me (Gotta get me) Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah), ohh If you could, you would get rid of me F**k you gon' do when a b*t*h try to go hard? But I won't let you get to me (To me) You should already figure I'ma go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another girl sit in your throne I done put the chokehold Now they screamin', "Nicki, leave me alone!" (Hard) I am (Hard), I will (Hard), I gots to win (Go hard) I'm still lookin' around for my compet**ion (Go hard) I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go (Go), go (Go), go (Oh) Go hard (Holiday Season!) From slap-and-cry you start to die So I must go harder Gotta make these b*t*hes know me Just like Bobby know water Better yet, like Bubba know shrimp But he don't say sh*t when the gun on his lip And I don't say sh*t, put the gun on my hip So I don't say sh*t but the gun on my hip If you don't wanna drown, don't come on my ship Check out how them b*t*hes just run on my d**k And me, I'm still nasty as a son of a b*t*h I still got that b*t*h c*m on my lips If you ain't got money, don't come on my strip And if you got money, don't come on my strip I wear that metal, no Olympic But I can still make you tumble and flip You f**kin' with me if you f**kin' with Nic' They ain't f**kin' with me, they ain't f**kin' with Nic' Your girlfriend, her decision is split 'Cause she wanna f**k me and she wanna f**k Nic They wonder if he be f**kin' Nic, as long as she be f**kin' rich That's why I keep my luggage 'cause I swear y'all a f**kin' trip Young Money dungeon, b*t*h, my swagger just punchin' b*t*h And I shoot like I'm from overseas, so call my gun "Gunović" Weezy F Baby and the 'F' is for a bunch of sh*t Red drank, blue pill, white dust, yes, I love my country, b*t*h Hahaha, yeah, guitar (Holiday Season!) Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ohh Wish you could get rid of Young Money F**k you gon' do when a b*t*h try to go hard? But I won't let you get to me (To me) You should already figure I'ma go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another girl sit in your throne I done put the chokehold Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone" (Hard) I am (Hard), I will (Hard), I gots to win (Go hard) I'm still lookin' around for my compet**ion (Go hard) I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go (Go), go (Go), go (Oh) Go hard
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