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goodfella - hurt 'em lyrics

[intro: goodfella, (moor), /cino/]
(cino!)/let’s do it!/
(viviani!)
(let’s get this battle started. alright, you want heads or tails?)
heads
(it’s head)
nah let this nigga go first, i don’t trust this motherf-cker!
he’s going to splack me mid-verse
/what you say?/ f-ck you!

[hook]
i don’t want to do this anymore
i don’t want to be the reason why
every time i walk out the door
i see you die a little more inside
i don’t want to hurt ’em anymore
i don’t want to take away his life
i don’t want to be a murderer! (2x)

[verse 1: cino]
yo, but your time has come, no time to find a gun
after tonight your family’s parties will be minus one
i’ll cut you up like raw beef
you don’t want it with the squad chief
i’ll expose you to the world, how you’re such a f-cking fraud, thief
you take a break, stay low-key
then pretend you don’t know me
i’m a take an eighty-ton gold piece and bang it straight into your goatee
now that’s magic, knock you out, no craftmatic!
i’m fast at it, wack f-ggot! flame spitter like the last dragon
they already know i’ll defeat you on the court!
your crew’s like ‘cino, please be easy with the sport!’
keep saying you’re hungry, i’ll drop some f-cking pasta with meatb-lls
on the ground and make your -ss eat it off the floor
like the b-tch you are! i’ma hit you hard
call it spic on spic violence, i’ll get you scarred
making me the enemy will never get you far
they call me alcoholic cause i only give you bars, but…

[hook:]
i don’t want to do this anymore
i don’t want to be the reason why
every time i walk out the door
i see you die a little more inside
i don’t want to hurt ’em anymore
i don’t want to take away his life
i don’t want to be a murderer! (2x)

[verse 2: goodfella]
hi! viviani here, witness the perico addicted b-tch
digging himself a ditch, cuz going against g- double –od
is like b-balling with kobe tread slowly, homie
hip hop’s nothing more than a flick of the wrist for me
you rondo at the free throw, i’m on point like ginobli
when i rip shit, my clique howling:
they know my bite’ll tear through your tissue like the bite of rottweiler’s
you the mock tonight, why? cause you can’t rock the mic wilder
tell them moor, i’m more than metaphors
i’m more like deadly force
born with a semi forge
armed in my vocal chords
firing squad c-cked
you’re in my sight locked
so when you battle me, take a grown man stance
or be a casualty stepping into no man’s land
and if you thought that was it, my nigga, you shouldn’t gamble
f-ck it, i think the entire crowd should grab you
hold you in a pedestal high in the sky, the slam you
i mean, higher than the empire then laugh fool
but before you get pushed i’ll show my gratitude
and hand you a fat bag of the mango – kush
so you could get your mind stoned
red, leaking down the gravel
dead, bleeding staring at combat boots
pay close attention my nigga, better diss me as hard as you can
so the crowd can bang to the comebacks, dude!
come on man!

[outro]

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