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(And we go by The Runners) Yo, SB Haha (Go hard) I think it's my time You know why? (Go hard) My tears have dried And I know that no weapon formed against me will prosper (Go hard) And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators Young Money If you could, you would get rid of me Fuck you gon' do when a bitch 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 your throne I done put the chokehold Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone!" I am (Hard), I'm still (Hard) the one to beat (Go hard) Ain't in a rush for mainstream, I am the streets (Oh) I am getting it in until the end I gotta go (Go), go (Go), go (Oh) Go hard Carter called, lemme get the car key Letras de cancionesYou don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie Keep a marquee, everything sparkly (Man down) Hit him on the walkie-talkie Hit 'em, hit em, knock-knock, tell 'em let me in My name ring bells, bitch buzz me in (Bzzz) And I only stop for pedestrians (Oh) Or a real, real bad lesbian Hit 'em with the MAC, hit 'em with the TEC-nine Hit 'em with the Ruger, by the intersect sign Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy And I always keep the jammy In the trunk or in the Lamby Put my whole borough on my back and I'm good I don't wanna hear what you would, what you could I represent all the girls that stood up (Uh) Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar (Oh) Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups (One, two) Doing the scissor-leg, on the mat, with my foot up Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up Now I'm tellin' LA Reid to step his bid up And I'm tellin' President Carter, he picked a winner Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma (Uh) These birds all fly south, in the winter Fuck I look like? Chomping on a chicken dinner? You can hate me, but why knock my hustle? I'ma be the queen, no matter how they shuffle Skirts with the ruffle (Yeah), Louis on the duffle (Yeah) I'm a bad bitch, no muzzle (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) No muzzle Bitches is softer than Al Dente Cut from a different kente 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 these rap bitches for dinner This is for my gentlemen, in button-ups, and khakis This is for my nigga, Seven Up, in Castaki This is for my niggas, wheelie-in' them Kawasakis Shout out to the Vackee's, saltfish ackees (Ackees) Kisses to my fans, unless I'm feelin', kinda cocky (Cocky) Winter Wonderland, is on my hand, it's kind of rocky (Rocky) I am Nicki (Nicki), Minaj or Lewinski (Lewinski) Pump's on the clutch, right hand, on the 6-speed (6-speed) Write my own raps, I gotta go, I gotta get me (Gotta get me) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah If you could, you would get rid of me Fuck you gon' do when a bitch 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 your throne I done put the chokehold on Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone!" I am (Hard), I will (Hard), I gots to win (Go hard) I’m still looking around for my competition (Oh) I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go (Go), go (Go), go (Oh) Go hard From slap-and-cry you start to die So I must go harder Gotta make these bitches know me Just like Bobby know water Better yet, like Bubba know shrimp But he don't say shit when the gun on his lip And I don't say shit, put the gun on my hip So I don't say shit but the gun on my hip If you don't wanna drown, don't come on my ship Check out how them bitches just run on my dick And me, I'm still nasty as a son of a bitch I still got that bitch cum on my lips If you ain't got money, don't come on my strip And if you got money, don't come on my strip I wear that metal, no Olympic But I can still make you tumble and flip You fuckin' with me if you fuckin' with Nic' They ain't fuckin' with me, they ain't fuckin' with Nic' Your girlfriend her decision is split 'Cause she wanna fuck me and she wanna fuck Nic They wonder if he be fuckin' Nic, as long as she be fuckin' rich That's why I keep my luggage 'cause I swear y'all a fuckin' trip Young Money dungeon bitch, my swagger is punchin' bitch And I shoot like I'm from overseas, so call my gun "Gunovich" Weezy F Baby and the 'F' is for a bunch of shit Red drank, blue pill, white dust, yes, I love my country, bitch Ha-ha Yeah (Guitar) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Wish you could get rid of Young Money Fuck you gon' do when a bitch 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 your throne I done put the chokehold on Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone" I am (Hard), I will (Hard), I gots to win (Go hard) I'm still lookin' around for my competition I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go (Go), go (Go), go (Oh) Go hard From Letras Mania