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Go Hard Play Hard

Pitch Black
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Black Seal, D, getting it done, fall back I'm not the one, don't get me mixed up son My thing on cock, I scam, plot, squeeze, pop Spit lyrics that intoxicate and detox Street smart, so I learned to speak my heart I finish beef before it starts, war is art Experience means a lot, but it's all in the drop Prepare to shoot or get shot, it's on dog, ready or not D and Tip-Top, I won't flip-flop Let my verse rock, I represent them Bushwick blocks My pops an O.G., and my moms straight country D.G. up from the feet up, you heard me? We grinding hard, then after that we play hard So at the club we go hard, ain't no other way to do it Getting that paper, if you get with us later We'll be spending that paper, no other way to do it We grinding hard, then after that we play hard So at the club we go hard, ain't no other way to do it Getting that paper, if you get with us later We'll be spending that paper, no other way to do it Yo, from life to death we rep, we manifest With every breath, our enemies wet The God is too blessed to be stressed Too hard to confess, and I raise hell like I'm possessed Shit, I got a gift that's better than gold I'm so hot, that niggas thought I sold my soul (To who?) To the devil, but G-O-D is on another level For ghetto folks, prisoners, revolutionaries and rebels Yo, I hold mine, I'm stronger than moonshine Erase you from mankind for fucking with my bloodline Uh-huh, for the fam, I would beg, borrow and take Or bend over backwards, but I never break, nigga I'm Young Gunz, practical, cynical, masterful, lyrical A true gift from God, one of his greatest miracles Without physical strength, I cripple and leave critical Out-spittable, these flipless rappers are pitiful I was sent to reveal and kill the Pooch and Chedda These faggot rappers be bitches, they switch like the weather I'm never ever disguised, or cleverly masked I walk my path and pace, a worry-free past I bang at busters that block and barricade Congest my road to riches tryna keep me enslaved I'm too sharp and quick, too smooth and slick To bitches I'm King Dick, to niggas I'm (Aww shit!) We grinding hard, then after that we play hard So at the club we go hard, ain't no other way to do it Getting that paper, if you get with us later We'll be spending that paper, no other way to do it We grinding hard, then after that we play hard So at the club we go hard, ain't no other way to do it Getting that paper, if you get with us later We'll be spending that paper, no other way to do it I'm living the lifestyle of the rich and dangerous Gun stainless, I leave you brainless I make you more famous than Amos, went raw for days To have fiends speaking different languages (These niggas know why they call you fags) Cause I could tuck a quarter mil' in the bag in liquid cash Put the 7 in drive, mash the gas Breech down Bushwick Ave. with B-More tags (He's a hustler) Like Pee Wee in his prime I'm the same dude selling 40 bags for dimes (He's a hustler) Like the great Frank Matthews With bangers in the stash that leave you stiffer than a statue With tons of blow and if you 'bout it then I smash you (And if you don't pay) Then my niggas gon' snatch you We grinding hard, then after that we play hard So at the club we go hard, ain't no other way to do it Getting that paper, if you get with us later We'll be spending that paper, no other way to do it We grinding hard, then after that we play hard So at the club we go hard, ain't no other way to do it Getting that paper, if you get with us later We'll be spending that paper, no other way to do it