Go Hard

Go Hard Lyrics

Feat. Lil Wayne

[Nicki Talking]

Yo, SB. I think it's my time...
You know why? My tears have dried,
And I know that no weapon formed
Against me will prosper. And I truly
Believe that my haters are my motivaters.
Young Money.

[Chorus]

If you could you would get rid of me,
f**k you gone do when a b**ch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard.
If you was as real as me you would never
Let another girl sit in yo throne.
I done put the choke hold now
They screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I'm Still the one to beat.
Ain't in a rush for mainstream
I am the streets. I am gettin it in until the end
I gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!

[Verse 1 - Nicki]
Carter called, lemme get the car key, you don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
Keep a marquis, everything sparkly (man down! ) hit em on a walkie-talkie.
Hit em, hit em knock-knock, tell em let me in. my name ring bells b**ch buzz me in
And I only stop for pedestrians, or a real real bad lesbian.
Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9, hit em wit the Ruger by the intersect sign. hit em wit a tommy so my niggas call me Pammy and I always the jammy in the trunk or in the lamby
Put my whole burrough on my back and I'm gooda, I don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda
I represent all the girls that stood up, used to drink water wit a little bit of sugar.
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups, doin the scissor-leg on the mat wit my foot up.
Young black pin-up, all of my b**ches did up, now I'm tellin LA Reid to step his bid up.
And I'm tellin President Carter he picked a winner, b**ches like nelly and kelly got a dilemma
These birds all fly south in the winter, f**k I look like chompin on a chicken dinner?
You can hate me, but why knock my hustle; I'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle
Skirts with the ruffle, louis on the duffle. I'm a bad b**ch no muzzle (no muzzle).
b**ches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kenta. tell em I'm the ninja,
Weezy is my sensei. so I call him splinter, faster than a sprinter. gimme my chopsticks
I'll have the rap b**ches for dinner.
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is for my nigga 7-up in Castaki
This is for my niggas whellying them Kawasakis
Shout out to the back-east, South Ishakis.
Kisses to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky.
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky.
I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski.
Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed.
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me.)
OOhhh!

[Chorus]

If you could you would get rid of me,
f**k you gone do when a b**ch try to go hard?
Bet I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard.
If you was as real as me you would never
Let another girl sit in yo throne.
I done put the choke hold now
They screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I will, I gots to win.
I'm still lookin around for my
Com-pe-tition. I am gettin it in until the end
I gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]

From slap-and-cry you start to die, so I must go harder.
Gotta make these b**ches know me just like Bobby know water.
Better yet, like Bubba know shrimp. but he don't say sh*t
When the gun on his lip, and I don't say sh*t put the gun
On my hip. so I don't say sh*t but the gun on my hip.
If you don't wanna drown don't come on my ship
Check out how them b**ches just run on my dick
And me, I'm nasty than a summa b**ch.
I still got that b**ch cum on my lips
It yeen got money, don't come on my strip
And if ya got money, don't cover my strip
I wear that metal, no olympic, but I can still
Make you tumble and flip
You f**kin wit me if you f**kin wit Nick
They ain't f**kin wit me they ain't f**kin wit Nick
Your girlfriend, her descision is split
Cuz she wanna f**k me and she wanna f**k Nick
They wonder if he be f**kin Nick, as long as she be f**kin rich
That's why I keep my luggage cuz, I swear yall's a f**kin trip.
Young Money Dungeon, b**ch. my swagger just punch a b**ch
And I shoot like I'm from over-seas, so call my gun, "Gunovich"
Weezy F. Baby and the "F" is for a bunch of sh*t
Red drank, blue pill, white dust
Yes I love my country b**ch.

(Wayne: yeah!... guitar.)

[Chorus]

Wish you could get rid of Young Money,
f**k you gone do when a b**ch try to go hard?
Bet I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard.
If you was as real as me you would never
Let another girl sit in yo throne.
I done put the choke hold now
They screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I will, I gots to win.
I'm still lookin around for my
Com-pe-tition. I am gettin it in until the end
I gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!