Mobb Deep - Hurt Niggas Lyrics
[verse 1: (prodigy)]I'll Noose Ya'll, And Push Ya'll Off The EdgeI'm Like Ray Benzino 'cause How I Hang MenI Got A Big Caliber Gun Inside Of My TimbSo I Can Explode On Any Motha*****a That GrinTrust Me, It's Not Like That, It's Not What You ThoughtYou'll Be Like "p Shot Me And Bounced In The Porsche"On Some Real Live Mobb Shit, Columbo, The CappoI Pop Niggas, Leave The Gun Right There, I Got GlovesStop Niggas From Frontin', Leave 'em Real *****ed UpI Drop Niggas Thats Runnin', Shoot 'em In They Back DunCoward Ass Nigga Poppin' All That ShitAnd When Them Things Popped Out You On Some Michael Johnson Shit***** That, Hammer That Nigga To The EarthWanna Cross Me? You Niggas Gotta Pay That Toll FirstAnd I Got Change For All That Million Dollar ShitAnd These Slugs 'll Be The Only Reason Niggas Be Hollarin'.[chorus (havoc, P, And Noyd)]Turn This Shit Up, Pump This Shit Up, Dj Motha*****as Burn This Shit Up,We Hurt NiggasTwirl That Shit Up, Burn That Shit Up, Don't Make Me Have The Nine SpitUp, I Gives A Fid-uck, I Hurt Niggas[verse 2: (havoc)]I'm Tired Of Tellin' Niggas How The ***** I FeelYou Know The Steel 'll Put Them Niggas To Sleep Like BenedrylThese Trash Ass Rappers And They Faggot Ass FriendsTalkin' Like The *****es, Walk Around Like They MenNiggas Like Ya'll Don't Get No RespectThis Is Hav', I Die Once, Ya'll Niggas Die A Thousand DeathsCowards, You Tryin' Too Hard To Be 'bout ItYou Know Them Niggas That Be Fake Be The Ones To Shout It (holla!)Talkin' This And That, But CheckTurn Around And Get Robbed In They Own ProjectsMight As Well Be Rappin' On Stage For Them*****es Be Baggin' You, 'cause You The One FeminineThe Sound Of These Guns Got 'em Shook, It's A RapYou Could See The Yellow Stripe Runnin' Clear Down They BackAnd Let A Nigga Find Out Where You Live AtAnd Then Blow That Motha*****in' Piece Of Shit Off The Map.[verse 3 (prodigy)]Whattup Son, Dun, Surprise Nigga, Thats How We Pop Up On 'emYou Off Point You Die In Your Sleep, Thats The MoralNigga, You Know We Get Our Contraban InSmokin' That Dangerous, You Know We Got BangersYou Know I'm Dead Real, I Don't Know What You Was Thinkin'I'm All Over The Street, You Better Stay Creepin'I Shoot Niggas Fair Ones, I'll Box You DunYou'll Be Six Feet In That Dirt, I'll Stop Your Run.[chorus]
