Hard (ft. Yelawolf & Wiz Khalifa) (2012)

(Eminem)
On this dream
No diggity
I'm about to go pull some hoes

(Yelawolf)
Roll down the window in the Chevy
And I listen to the critics, but they really wasn't sayin [bad word] Buddy I'm a gudda [bad word] from an Alabama creek
You don't know who you playin with.
They talk so much that I pick one of these pebbles
On a leak get laryngitis.
The wade is so contagious, so who gave it?
Apparently I did.
Put fish in the back of my load
I'm a fisherman rubbin them mackaral
Imma give 'em ten minutes then put 'em back in the bottom there just to stick to my flow
Kinda like mixtapes on the back of my trunk
Buddy, yeah, I got 'em all sold.
In Alabama was an Arm and Hammer
Swimmin' in propoganda I got 'em all "Whoa"
Come on aye country boy get out my way
Gallon of sweet tea and a packet of lemonade
Smackin' a [bad word] a cracka battle the penapaid
No homo, anyway
In these days (?)
Footwork, still I'm in a raise
Feelin' like a millionaire open in my ways
Don't even say that you pay for girl
My Chevy is sick, Earl.
I let her play with my mullet, while she sip, serve
Hold up
Like I'm at a park
Make you lose your teeth like a Mountain Dew soda
Some Saltines wanna live in the box
Guess what? I'm the cracka who showed up!

(Eminem)
Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me
To come up with [bad word] to say ayyyyy
I'm at a loss for words, cause ya'll are raisin' all
I think I'm runnin out of cliches
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I'm gettin' righted by sight

Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me
To come up with [bad word] to say ayyyyy
I'm at a loss for words, cause ya'll are raisin' all
I think I'm runnin out of cliches
I'm gettin' righted by sight

(Wiz Khalifa)
Left the grin with ten grand
Bought a hundred pair
I'm the coach I could show you how to be player
Side face is the [bad word] [bad word] love my hair
Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear
They let me in the club [bad word] the dress code
Me and all my niggas rollin' up the best smoke
OG Kush from the West Coast
Oh you down to what? Shorty let's go
Diamonds in my chain, niggas tryna still my lane
Kronic in my brain [bad word] I'm reppin Taylor Gang
Smoke 'til I'm insane, drink until I'm throwin up
Only papers if you Taylor [bad word] throw it up
High socks, low cuts
Smell that good weed, then you know what's up
Stack yellow purple up
Them niggas ain't high so they ain't close to us
Down to fly get two fingers and hold 'em up

(Eminem)
Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me
To come up with [bad word] to say ayyyyy
I'm at a loss for words, cause ya'll are raisin' all
I think I'm runnin out of cliches
I'm gettin' righted by sight

Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me
To come up with [bad word] to say ayyyyy
I'm at a loss for words, cause ya'll are raisin' all
I think I'm runnin out of cliches
I'm gettin' righted by sight