You can smoke one to the head to this
Rizin Sun, Young Buck (What), First Born (What), and D-Tay
Them four hard hitters n***a and we back
Another dope track, know what I'm sayin' what yo

(Verse 1)
Yo we them hard hitters
Them drag you out the yard n***as
Bout to squab triggers
That leave you in the dark n***a
We raw n***a
Them same superstar n***a
Them anytime goin' right ain't no bar n***a
We blow figures
To show you who the boss n***a
That drops n***as
With the chrome Moss n***a
You lost n***a
See T.I.P. don't like the game
Ya get outta line and T.I.P. gon' like they aim

(Verse 2)
Is it my turn to show them n***as we be stars on tracks
Start up beef, we in yo front yard with gats
So don't go with that, we leave you flat paralyzed from the neck
With a motherfuckin' hole in ya back
It ain't my fault if you balled hard
Start slimin' up the walls, leave him in his draws
N***a you know the protocol
We were born for hard ball
Stealin' cars and livin' life hard ya heard me
(Hook)
If y'all gon' ride with me, get high with me
Then go and get the straps n***a gunfire with me
You'll die quickly, when we apply all fifty
My real n***as, hard hitters they ride with me
If y'all gon' ride with me, get high with me
Then go and get the straps n***a gunfire with me
You'll die quickly, when we apply all fifty
My real n***as, hard hitters they die with me

(Verse 3)
We did it all in our lifetime
Dealin' drugs, bustin' them slugs
Runnin' with thugs, when it get down to them broads
They ain't showin' no love
Put his face in the mud
Fuckin' with the hard hitters, D-Tay my n***a
Got contracts to get 'em, lyrical spitter
We slaved on the figures found out who's better
From Nashville to Chucktown we go round for round
City to city and then we knock it down

(Verse 4)
Yeah we'll lock it down
Then we hit these n***as spot up with fifty rounds
The best pound for pound
Representin' the town
That'll clown when it's time for the showdown, better slow down
(D-Tay unload the four pound)
This shit's about to go down n***a
Whoa now leave these n***as shit tore down
Whole town be locked down
Got the whole world shocked now
T.I.P. on top now
(Hook)

(Verse 5)
I'll put it all on the line for these gangsta ass n***as of mine
First Born, D-Tay we hard hitters combined
Talk shit and ya dyin' if ya think that I'm lyin'
Ask that n***a named Bryan, caught six in the spine
And we ain't hard to find we just sleep in the daytime
After the sunshine we duckin' for war time
You said you want what now
See go to war n***a, hard hitters we buck wild
Just us four n***as
See we live for gunfire, kick in ya door n***a
If we come at lunchtime, we afternoon killers
Who that playa with mine
Must be some new n***as
Who done did some time and wanna mitch new figures
Get the tools n***as, let's show the world how we abuse n***as
Cock back the hammer and just shoot n***a
All for the loot n***a
We ain't no cute n***as
Tryin' to knock boots n***a
We out here choosin' n***a

(Hook)