Hit 'em Hard (feat. Vinnie Paz) - Estee Nack & Giallo Point

(*Prod. by C-Lance) [** feat. Beanie Sigel:] [Intro:] People want to think that this is the Wild West – we don't have any laws* What we don't have is enforcement of those laws. Senator Fumo argues tougher gun laws alone won't stop shootings. Last time I checked we had a law against murder. It doesn't prevent people from killing people. The governor, the mayor, the DA, they all want stricter gun laws. [Verse 1: ~Beanie Sigel~] May death come to all those who cross us The preachers, the pastors, the deacons, coffins Church masses, closed caskets, Bible verses, long black hearses Long-ass gats too big for holsters, obituary posters getting posted The reaper closing in, he's getting closer You just fake, you blink it's over [? ] soldier here, SK shoulder gear, ice grill who? Hold that steer Half a clip and I hold that dear [? ] now roll that J, yeah You missed the list of the souls I spit I double-checked that you ain't on that there I squeeze weapons, hollow points open up like the cobra head Collapse lungs like a fold-up chair, flat line, clear [Chorus (2x): ~Vinnie Paz~] Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all [Verse 2: ~Vinnie Paz~] I rhyme like my life on the line, this fucking mic is mine The past burglar, the mass murderer, the viper's shrine A strong body could never conquer a righteous mind Some think it's destiny, some of you think it's Christ-designed You consider what I'm doing like a magical art I consider what I'm doing like a stab through the heart My brain moves at light speed, nothing fast as my thought You might feel a slight breeze from the savage's heart Y'all saying Vinnie is back but Vinnie never left I just had these faggots hating and watching my every step Everything with Vinnie very deadly, every breath Everything with Vinnie very heavy, heavenly flesh Y'all ain't fucking with weight, I'm doing steady reps I'm a sell my shit and then skate like I was Kerry Getz I keep my biscuit right next to where my machete rest Everything is everything but pussy death is death [Repeat Chorus (2x):]

Skrrt, hey I got the heat, comin' in hard Pull out the flame, ready to spark Turn up the beat, tear it apart Tear off the leash, I'm in the yard I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me I won't take an L anytime I compete I am the one that you never will be I hit 'em hard Lamborghini wit' a hundred in it (Lamb') Ride on 'em, in the drop, Bentley (ride) Get the money, on the money mission (hey!) Had to focus, keep a tunnel vision (woo) No mercy, I'm not even playin' with 'em (nah) Knock 'em off, I had my man hit 'em (knock 'em off) I made me some bands with 'em (bands) My diamonds, they like to go dance with 'em (dance) No talkin' 'bout joggin', we runnin' the city (woo) Opposition, now under submission You movin' your tongue like you comin' against me You hurt, in your feelings, convertible ceilin' One push of a button, you comin' up missin' Count it up, tuck it, take nothin' offensive Touchin' them M's, what I loved turned against me Let me know trust, 'bout to run it up riches Ready to eat, never gon' starve Run with the beasts, swim with the sharks I'ma get mine, put it on God Ice out the cross, now who the boss? I got the heat, comin' in hard Pull out that flame, ready to spark Turn up the beat, tear it apart Tear off the leash, I'm in the yard You gotta have heart, you gotta go hard Gotta be smart, play all your cards Turn to a beast, I could've starved I couldn't sleep, I had to eat Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me I won't take an L anytime I compete I am the one that you never will be I hit 'em hard Hop in the 'Cat, hop out and hop out the scat Hop out and pop me some X (yeah) I be with killers, I land in the 'Raq Bond out a killer, they label a threat Strikers on strikers, they changin' the VIN (they changin') Talk shit, just drop yo' pin (just drop it) You played that lame inside this club You better not play him again (von) Doin' the dash, so fast, better not crash (hell nah) 12 mad, pockets fat You run a race, then this a bet (oh yeah) Catch up, bet I'll leave you Tooka smoking hard, this that diesel My lil' niggas lethal (yeah) I can leave a Lamb' in the regal (skrrt, skrrt) I'm in fast shit, ain't get the tags did (dang) We'll slide in our momma car We don't give a fuck, it get took, get our ass kicked (skrrt) Ayy, Durk you promotin' violence (on gang) Yeah? They revokin' license (on gang) Slide on bro with a brand new Lambo' truck He don't know which striker vroom Ready to eat, never gon' starve Run with the beasts, swim with the sharks I'ma get mine, put it on God Ice out the cross, now who the boss? Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me I won't take an L anytime I compete I am the one that you never will be I hit 'em hard I'm in the dark, diamonds they dancin', they hitting real hard In a push start, know that my engine the back of the car I took out the tip and I'm pushin' my limits I'm goin' real fast, I'm goin' real far (yeah) Told her to fuck with the boss and the business I stay in my bag, I know I'm a star (yeah) I stay with them crash dummies We don't give a fuck, we hittin 'em hard (hard) And I'm using my brain one hundred percent, bitch, I don't need a job Used to play on the handlebars, now we handling firearms Just lend me the gas, and I'll do the dash I'll puff up and pass, get deep off the pass I hit 'em hard