Roy Jones Jr. - Go Hard, Go Home lyrics

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Hook:

Go hard nigga or go home nigga

Go hard nigga or go home nigga

Go hard nigga or go home nigga

Go hard nigga or go home nigga

[Verse 1: GIZ]

Go hard or go home is the motto this year

See the game don't wait

Ain't no time for fear

A lot of niggas gonna hate when they get left in the rear

But scared money don't make money, that's just how I feel

A lot of people be like Giz how you get that deal

It didn't happen over night had to be patient you hear

Well there's a lot of other niggas with some banging CD's

But they still ain't fucking with G.I.Z let me tell you

A lot of niggas tryin’ to be like me but it's hard

And every chance I get I pull they card

I ain't gotta try hard to spit game at ya'll niggas

Keep talking slick I'm a take aim at ya'll niggas

Ya'll a bust in the air

Scream lets take it to war only got seventeen shots

I got about eighty more

Ten is goin’ through you the other ten in your home

Twenty is spitting at your crew the rest I save for the law

Hook x2

[Verse 2: Roy Jones Jr]

See, when I step up in this motherfucker I bring that fire

I'm real about my shit nigga, this ain't work for hire

Drop a cannon on your head while I shit in your ear

If you ain't coming for no trouble why the fuck are you here?

I sneak up on your ass and treat your ass like a stranger

Hit you with two shots, body head bitch I'm a banger

Streetballers, they off the hook with no hanger

Put your life in danger, bitch that's what I came for

The murderers I know you heard of us, you're so hurt of us

Now we're coming out and motherfuckers getting scared of us

Ain't look back off these platinum bloods

Misery loves company so now they're mad at us

Since we tripping out , we done made the move

Unless you want a paint job we can spray your crew

Way to do is like my nigga John just said

IF you ain't going hard get your bitch ass to bed

Hook: x2

[Verse 3: Swellz]

I don't give a fuck who you go and get

I ain't running or hiding

I done had it I'm clappin the iron

Who you ice grillin' why is you eyeing

It's nothin to me you little niggas

Can't collide with a giant

You hard headed with fucks so defiant

You think it's sweet we hold heat

Don't try us

My weight up like the kid

Pump iron if I squeeze enemies better duck

Or they dyin’, dyin’ dats my word

On my seeds yeah

I mean that for my youngins I'll do life in da bing

Scrap and fuck niggas

I don't got no friends just associates

I keep them a distance that's appropriate

Enter my zone a get you cracked maybe choked a bit

Snap till you motionless beat you with a bat till it's cracked

And I broke the shit if this weak

You want to act then approach

And get clapped when the toaster spit

Hook x 2

[verse 4 : Security]

Man no one hold me back let me jump in this bitch

Me and my clique got some money and we drunk in this bitch

Freeballers head I know you heard about

On top we representing for that dirty south

If you was a G’ you would have squeezed the grip, but you a ho

Your real name should have been plead the fifth

And I'm coming for your throat and your neck

And I ain’t trippin’ on money

Cause Roy Jones done wrote me a check

I'm representing for New Orleans everybody stand up

Hangin’ from the dirty South even throw your hands up

Holy gals for my youngers, my homies are yellin’

When they see me in person ho's wanna get married

And I beat my heat a homie we married

And especially for you the haters,

Run the 5th you wanna get buried,

Fellas 6 in the deck, Nigga spill me out

Go hard or go home, nigga hear me now!

Thanks to Random_cheez_eater for correcting these lyrics