[Intro: Kobe]
Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 1: Kobe]
N***a, you know I'm a rider, nickel-plated llama
Pull up right beside you, yep—you know this
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you n***as talk 'bout
Now you fuckers chalked out, yep—you know this
True killers, no telling
Drug dealing and convicted felons
Stay strapped
Drop-top seat pushed way back
This is your funeral service
Switch into the all-black Maybach
Things change, n***a—this our year
The game need a change—cold killer right here
Nightmares for n***as getting they "sleep" on
We keepin' the streets warm
Real rich young n***as
Street Fam for life—they can't fuck with us
[Chorus: Kobe & Fabolous]
(And I—I—I—I) We go hard
(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard
(And I—I—I—I) We go hard
(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard
(And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Yeah)
(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard
So hard ('Los'), so hard (Nice)
So hard, so hard

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Time to send 'em flowers and cards with our regards
A special "Rest in peace" goes to all you cowards and frauds
Like water in the freezer: That's how I go hard
Fly in your bitch's legs: Twin-Tower your broad
Gotta check your boy' Dougie (Ugh), checkerboard luggy' (Ugh)
I scare the shit out n***as: Check your boy' Huggies (Woo)
Death to the competition—die slow, bastard
Black G-top on: Call it "closed casket"
Black card titanium—no plastic
Black Henny shots to the head—I'm so blasted
They call me "Young Funeral"
And the bitch with badder than my two-year-old (Nice)
You n***as softer than a tuna roll
Sushi-ass n***as, boujee-ass n***as
In my Blues Brothers shades, I Belushi past n***as
N***a, I make it hard, like a pretty naked broad—what's up, son?
[Chorus: Kobe]
(And I—I—I—I) We go hard
(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard
(And I—I—I—I) We go hard
(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard
(And I—I—I—I) We go hard
(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard
So hard, so hard
So hard, so hard

[Verse 3: Paul Cain]
You know your boy' flow extra—I'm harder than concrete
Give me a couple minutes with a blunt and a hard beat (Cain)
I'm all street; the hottest n***as is all sweet
I'm listening and ain't heard nothing strong all week (Nah)
Bury you right beside the gat you in the booth with
I eat your favorite rapper for breakfast—give me a toothpick
These n***as appetizers, way to bring the entree
I put on for my city, so amazing—no Kanye (Nope)
We running this town, Stunna Gang all day
We in house and you a outcast—no André (Nah)
I chase it all day; if I ain't pushing bomb yay'—
Remember jack move—"hands up," like the song say (You know what it is)
Play with Paul pay, I give it up the wrong way
Chrome forty-four bulldog pointed the long way
Without a second thought or a doubt
The competition all dead—call the coroner out
[Verse 4: La the Darkman]
I'm hard, like Rikers Island bars (Yeah)
Hard, like a inmate from Oz (Ah)
La the Dark', I'll pull your card (Yeah)
I lead my legion like Master Farra' (Ah)
Oppose me? Must be a retard (Yeah)
Get your brain ajar-ed, bullets like Brett Favre
Then beat the charge, I'll beat the odds (Yeah)
Big and Black with black cards and black cars (Ah)
All black everything, cartel Medellín (Yeah)
Specialize in coke and methamphetamines (Ah)
See things cheddar brings (Yeah)
Bisexual hoes, impeccable flows, Murcielagos
Car-and-truck combos, how my song goes
Bang hammers at n***as like Africans on congos
Ah! Let me slow it down a bit
I'm hard; they soft as baby shit—La! Yeah!

[Chorus: Kobe & La the Darkman]
(And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Yeah)
(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard (Street Fam')
(And I—I—I—I) We go hard (The Embassy)
(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard (AMG)
(And I—I—I—I) We go hard (Ah)
(Oh, yeah-eah-eah) So hard
So hard, so hard
So hard, so hard