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bukshot - where it hurts lyrics

[intro: bukshot & big hoodoo]
we the blessed (we the blessed)
we the cursed (we the cursed)
we the hexed (we the hexed)
we the worst (we the worst)
we the last ones walking on this earth
that you want to test, put you in the dirt

[verse 1: bukshot]
cripple, then they cross you, no matter what it cost you
break ’em like a lawsuit, hit ’em like the mob do
sending it in in the form of revenge
lately i become unhinged and breaking all amends
watch how me and
hoodoo activate that voodoo
connecting them together, you and death like it’s bluetooth
don’t you assume for a second we ain’t two goons
go on, put it on the record, got a couple screws loose
you may need a weapon just to even up the odds
better yet a pagan sacrifice, a prayer to the gods
no one gonna risk it trying to help you in the end though
you might catch a ball but we got k!llers in the end zone
there’ll be no touchdown, snipers on the hunt now
looking for attention, is this really what you want now?
’bout to put your sun down, look at what it cost you
it took everything, yeah, you lost dude
[pre+chorus: bukshot & big hoodoo]
we the blessed (we the blessed)
we the cursed (we the cursed)
we the hexed (we the hexed)
we the worst (we the worst)
we the last ones walking on this earth
that you want to test, put you in the dirt

[chorus: bukshot]
this ain’t the maddest verse
come meet us in the moshpit
hit ’em where it hurts
let this sh+t affect they pockets
hit ’em first, it’s a war, they cannot stop it
hit ’em where it hurts
take they sh+t out like a rocket

[verse 2: big hoodoo]
murder mitten, come strapped if you ever visit
home of the wicked, cut your leg off for trying to kick it
top gun flight pattern like the number eight
been on my run like mike seven summers straight
recognize the dark wicked clown crack flow
i terrorize your squad like i’m down with fat joe
ear drug m+u+s to the i+k
no love, you get stretched round my way
big hoodoo, new freddy krueger of wicked hip hop
my shooters unload the rugers until the grip hot
chop shop for the bodies, shout to tre dizzy
drop top maserati, shotties stay with me
beat speakers, we heat seekers for the paychecks
dark preacher, streets eager for what i say next
block leader, my p+ssy l!ckers with the playtex
bottom feeders with streetsweepers make us apex
[pre+chorus: bukshot & big hoodoo]
we the blessed (we the blessed)
we the cursed (we the cursed)
we the hexed (we the hexed)
we the worst (we the worst)
we the last ones walking on this earth
that you want to test, put you in the dirt

- bukshot lyrics

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