Go Hard, Pt. 2

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]

Bar Exam 3, tramp

Yeah! Whoooooo!

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

Fuck is wrong with you? Go and inform your crew

That I can end your career in less than a song or two

I'm a tyrant, I'm like an irate Somalian pirate

You're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the heine virus

Dead a verse, I got more bars than Leavenworth

The present president backwards, call me "Tnediserp"

I shoot niggas with knives, stab niggas with guns

Kiss hands and shake babies, I make the medic hurt

Fuck a producer too, them faggots is fuckboys

I should rap over the Brinks truck backin' up noise

The city's in an uproar over the hustl-or

I got it on lock like up north but much more

These rap niggas sayin' they rollin' on them wheels

But the only rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the pill

They high, speakin' of rollin', we a roll

You will see us get paper before you see us fold

Hip hop nigga, the opposite of neo-soul

The only thing sing is the pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul

You aspire to get a chain that's glistenin'

I aspire to get a chain of businesses

I retire niggas, gettin' at me ain't what the business is

I kill the kitten if he witnesses

I make it look easy, before I self destruct

I'ma get some hoes pregnant like 50 and Lil Weezy

I don't give a fuck about shit

Got nothin' to say to y'all but "suck dick", I fuck yo' bitch

And send her back to you, pussy like she been in labor dawg

And when I'm done with her she gon' need a cable all

My dream mistress is a bitch like Nicki Minaj

And if the ass ain't real then I'm with the façade

The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick your demise

The silencers screwed on now the clips in disguise

Now who the fuck goin' harder than Nickel

I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue

I go hard; so much harder than everybody

I John Doe tag the toe of every body

[Hook: Fake Rihanna]

We go hard

Oh yeah eh eh, we go hard

That I, I, I, we go hard

Oh yeeeeah-ay ay, we go hard

That I, I, I, we go hard

Oh yeeeeah-ay ay, we go hard

Go hard, so hard

So hard, so hard, whoa-oh (Let it breathe)

[Post-Hook: Fake Rihanna]

The best nigga in the game, yeah, you know this

The game never be the same, yeah, you know this

[Verse 2: Kid Vishis]

(Kid Vishis!) Ignite violence, make him swallow shells

That'll clog his windpipe, make the doctor do the Heimlich

Fightin' for the loot like a riot; this is Pay-Per-View

Rap niggas don't get it unless they buyin' this

Blame it on the drugs like Steve-O, you still a Jackass

I spit dope, my fans got a crack habit

If you can beat me on beats congrats

The sore loser when I snatch him out the booth then I beat his ass

What you call rappin', I call trash

Every punch you call strong, I call jabs, so listen

I'm sicker than a stripper, if you tip her, give her fifties and twenties

Hit the lights she realize it's counterfeit money

My niggas get large cash

Push the rock good as Bobby Hurley 'fore the car crash

I get star cash, tour cash, more cash

Don't wanna pay me, I'mma take it out of your ass

Do what you want fam, I say fam cause I fry a man

Feelin' angry man, I'll flight 'em in

Honestly godly, what fool wanna battle me?

I use the Earth as a cue and shoot pool with the galaxy

Few could challenge me, who do catastrophe

Three cash, guns point the guard, I'm Steve Nash

You a rap group, I'll slap through

The only time you see a gun is when mine is pointin' at you

Skip the church and the reverend I'mma put 'em on a 747

And the destination's Heaven

For example, break into my notebook

And find more shit than the cops friskin' Rambo

Make 'em fade to black, fit 'em for a blindfold

Told you I'm a Dibo pitbull, die slow

I'll really hit your crib with the semi

Break a nigga baby back and ribs, I call my bullets Chili's

[Hook & Post-Hook: Fake Rihanna]