Mobb Deep, Big Noyd - Hurt Niggas lyrics
[Mobb Deep, Big Noyd - Hurt Niggas lyrics]
I'll noose ya'll
And push ya'll off the edge
I'm like Ray Benzino cause how I hang men
I got a big caliber gun inside of my Timb
So I can explode on any mothafucka that grin
Trust me, it's not like that
It's not what you thought
You'll be like "P shot me
And bounced in the Porsche"
On some real live Mobb shit, Columbo
The Cappo
I pop niggas, leave the gun right there
I got gloves stop niggas from frontin'
Leave 'em real fucked up
I drop niggas thats runnin'
Shoot 'em in they back dun
Coward ass nigga poppin' all that shit
And when them things popped out you
On some Michael Johnson shit
Fuck that, hammer that nigga to the earth
Wanna cross me? you niggas gotta
Pay that toll first and I got change for all
That million dollar shit
And these slugs 'll be the
Only reason niggas be hollarin'
Turn this shit up, pump this shit up
DJ mothafuckas burn this shit up
We hurt niggas
Twirl that shit up, burn that shit up
Don't make me have the Nine spit
Up, I gives a fid-uck, I hurt niggas
I'm tired of tellin' niggas how
The fuck I feel
You know the steel 'll put them
Niggas to sleep like Benadryl
These trash ass rappers and
They faggot ass friends
Talkin' like the bitches
Walk around like they Men
Niggas like ya'll don't get no respect
This is Hav', I die once
Ya'll niggas die a Thousand deaths
Cowards, you tryin' too hard to be 'bout it
You know them niggas that be fake
Be the ones to shout it (Holla)
Talkin' this and that, but check
Turn around and get robbed
In they own projects
Might as well be rappin' on stage for them
Bitches be baggin' you
Cause you the one feminine
The sound of these guns got 'em shook
It's a rap you could see the yellow stripe
Runnin' clear down they back
And let a nigga find out where you live at
And then blow that mothafuckin' piece
Of shit off the map
Whattup son, dun, surprise nigga
Thats how we pop up on 'em
You off point you die in your sleep
Thats the moral
Nigga, you know we get our contraban in
Smokin' that dangerous
You know we got bangers
You 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 dun
You'll be six feet in that dirt
I'll stop your run
And push ya'll off the edge
I'm like Ray Benzino cause how I hang men
I got a big caliber gun inside of my Timb
So I can explode on any mothafucka that grin
Trust me, it's not like that
It's not what you thought
You'll be like "P shot me
And bounced in the Porsche"
On some real live Mobb shit, Columbo
The Cappo
I pop niggas, leave the gun right there
I got gloves stop niggas from frontin'
Leave 'em real fucked up
I drop niggas thats runnin'
Shoot 'em in they back dun
Coward ass nigga poppin' all that shit
And when them things popped out you
On some Michael Johnson shit
Fuck that, hammer that nigga to the earth
Wanna cross me? you niggas gotta
Pay that toll first and I got change for all
That million dollar shit
And these slugs 'll be the
Only reason niggas be hollarin'
Turn this shit up, pump this shit up
DJ mothafuckas burn this shit up
We hurt niggas
Twirl that shit up, burn that shit up
Don't make me have the Nine spit
Up, I gives a fid-uck, I hurt niggas
I'm tired of tellin' niggas how
The fuck I feel
You know the steel 'll put them
Niggas to sleep like Benadryl
These trash ass rappers and
They faggot ass friends
Talkin' like the bitches
Walk around like they Men
Niggas like ya'll don't get no respect
This is Hav', I die once
Ya'll niggas die a Thousand deaths
Cowards, you tryin' too hard to be 'bout it
You know them niggas that be fake
Be the ones to shout it (Holla)
Talkin' this and that, but check
Turn around and get robbed
In they own projects
Might as well be rappin' on stage for them
Bitches be baggin' you
Cause you the one feminine
The sound of these guns got 'em shook
It's a rap you could see the yellow stripe
Runnin' clear down they back
And let a nigga find out where you live at
And then blow that mothafuckin' piece
Of shit off the map
Whattup son, dun, surprise nigga
Thats how we pop up on 'em
You off point you die in your sleep
Thats the moral
Nigga, you know we get our contraban in
Smokin' that dangerous
You know we got bangers
You 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 dun
You'll be six feet in that dirt
I'll stop your run