Mobb Deep - Stomp Em Out Lyrics
The midnight murder, two cop bodies on my heatWalk the street with a mother*****in straight faceLittle shorty flip the script, huhOn any punk ass nigga or *****The little brown skin buddha sucker, little mother*****erI dwell, in juvenile hell (yea yea)I got the shit that make you wanna catch a body quick***** em up, bust em down, queensbridge styleStreet corner thug, my title neighborhood partygoerNoreaga was my idle (yea)So what you wanna do niggaMy knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallwaysI got mad props, for killin copsLittle shorty hood, a little nigga no goodMy twenty-five weighs a ton so runIm *****in back on your black ass b and its like thatStomp em out kid, stomp em out (4x)Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the phillieI put a *****in cap in the neighborhood bullyWhat now, coward ass nigga - you aint toughFakin jax, ima call your mother*****in bluffNiggaz that violate get me vexedSon got the mac, noyd got the tecIm catchin body baggin niggaz like deez upTown ? the kis, flippin twenty-three gsAround the way bustin pills by the *****in pound(? ? ) yeah kid, you know I got datJump in the hooptie, countin up my loot deep? on my vest in case niggaz wanna shoot meNiggaz blazin at my ride, but I dont give a *****Cause I retaliate, with the bullshit two-fiveIts only right, that I representSip on the e&j, straight ***** around and get mega bentMe and my crew, wild for daysBurn up the stage like a mother*****in heat waveLearn to maintain, less stress on the brainNiggaz try to front, but they know my mother*****in nameStraight from the bridge, yeah, you know my style kidI have you shook like a twenty-five to life bid[ragga chatta - cant make it out][big noyd]Blowin niggaz out the frame, yes its part of the gameIf your style aint fit, you need to flip the scriptAnd get on it, you might think its all about that bullshitBut shit get real, with a mac and two clipsNiggaz with a hoodie, hmm, somethins upThought you heard a scream, and next I heard a buckBow, I knelt down, one knee on the groundI pull out the glock and twin pull out the four poundShit is real sprayin rocks on the blockIf you wanna carry gs you got to carry a glockAnd go all out, get down for your crown, dont ***** aroundNigga tried to front, believe me get beat downAnd turn around get popped with the glock in a secWhile your man got the tec to his *****in neckYou know my style kid, you know Im wild kidDont try to front that make me flip and catch a damn bidRepresentin from the bridge, you know how it isMy name is big noyd, stomp em out kid[mobb deep chorus while big noyd speaks]Knowhatimsayin? big noyd in the mother*****in houseRepresentin from the queensbridge housinMy man big twin, knahmsayin, vic nice? ? like thatKeep it goin keep it goin keep it goinKeep it goin keep it goin keep it goinKeep it goin keep it goin keep it goinKeep it flowin check it outShout out to my mother*****in goodfellaWe got my man ? , rapper g? ? , knahmsayin? stomp em out, stomp em out, stomp em out
