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GO HARD F. BEN G
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FROM THE SOUTH ITS EAT OR BE EATIN!
blu3 prince of hip hop
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HIP HOP'S BEST KEPT SECRET! PUTTING OUT BANGER AFTER BANGER FOR THE WORLD TO HEAR! UNSIGNED ARTIST!
WHATS GOOD ITS YA BOY BLU3 COMIN OUT OF DFW TEXAS! OUT HERE ON THE GRIND DOIN MY MUSIC THANG TRYIN TO DO MY PART IN GETTING THE "WORLD OF HIP HOP" BACKT TO WHERE IT BELONGS. MY MUSIC IS REAL, A REAL G IS IN YOUR PRESENCES. NOW CLOSE YOUR MOUTHS AND LEND ME YOUR EARS.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #2,019
Peak in subgenre #1,014
Author
BLU3
Rights
NOV 2011
Uploaded
February 13, 2012
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MP3 6.6 MB • 160 kbps • 5:45
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GO HARD OR GO HOME!
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So you say you pretty Solid huh n*** I’m concrete- Best theres ever been let me show you jus drop a bomb beat- First light the Bombay gotta get lifted- Getting and risin high on you n*** s soon I’ll be sh** tin- On the heads of the heads of the new regeim of hip hopsters- Eatin up you n*** s a hip hop monster- Studied the realest gangstas hustlas mobstas- Tought me to eat greedy you n*** s lookin like lobster- You the shrimp that I dip in the cocktail sauce- Yeah that’s a 5 star meal 3 courses for the boss- no it ainT Flip but this is the way we ball- Promise I’ll catch you all like Griffy here come the wall- That yal can not break through this mixtape is my breakthrough- Shot at the throne b*** n*** I’m here to break you- Started in the sewers now I’m chillin in the white house- Crossin over Barrack and f*** in wit Chenney’s white out- Its over for you haters goin ham on em right now- Putting you lames to sleep I’m talkin bout lights out- From the south go hard or go home his our motto sweepin you off the stage showtime at the Apollo- out of high school naw in elementary I was Kobe- Le Bran claim he the best but that’s only cause he don’t know me- I go hard my n*** I’m the one who write the sixteens- That gets ya wife or ya girl to shake that ass in them tight jeans- Should be lavished by ya graces though I know its unlikely- Step into the club somebody man wanna fight me- But the swag is on a milli I kill em wit no hands- Lookin and winkin at me boy she kill him wit every glance- And my struggles tought me to jump jump high at every chance- I beg your pardon my mother f*** er but her and I would like to dance- Like I’ve done to the rap game your girl I will mount- Discount double check I lay her down for the count- I SEE YOU PUSSY n*** S IN THE GAME AS CLEAR AS DAY- WIT DIAREA OF THE MOUTH BUT AINT GOT NOTHING TO SAY- IN THEY SONGS THEY KILLIN n*** S AND THEY SLANGIN THAT YAY- BUT WHEN THEY WAKE UP ITS ALL CURDES AND WEIGH- NOW A DAYS THESE FAKE n*** S FINDIN WAYS TO GET PAID- FLOPPIN AROUND ON STAGE LIKE THEY BELONG AT THE ZOO IN A CAGE- I’M LIVIN PROOF MY n*** AS REAL AS THEY COME- NO DEAL NO MIL WORKIN NINE TO FIVE TO FEED MY SON- n*** S THINKIN THEY AT THE TOP LOOKIN DOWN ON ME- BUT DEAL OR NOT MOTHER FUCKER THE CROWN BELONG IN THE E- THE OAK STREETS OF THE E n*** YOU CAN FIND ME- BLOWIN POUND AFTER POUND EYES GLAZED NO VISINE- KEEPIN IT REAL MY n*** NOT SELLIN STORIES TO SELL- I’M JUS LIVIN MY LIFE ITS JUS THAT I’M LIVIN IN HELL- ITS MY TURN TO SHINE YOU n*** S YESTERDAYS- AINT HIT MY PRIME YET n*** YOU ON FADE-
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