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mobb deep - 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 mothaf-cka 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 sh-t, columbo, the cappo
i pop n-gg-s, leave the gun right there, i got gloves

stop n-gg-s from frontin’, leave ’em real f-cked up
i drop n-gg-s thats runnin’, shoot ’em in they back dun
coward -ss n-gg- poppin’ all that sh-t
and when them things popped out you on some michael johnson sh-t
f-ck that, hammer that n-gg- to the earth
wanna cross me? you n-gg-s gotta pay that toll first
and i got change for all that million dollar sh-t
and these slugs’ll be the only reason n-gg-s be hollarin’

turn this sh-t up, pump this sh-t up
the dj mothaf-ckas burn this sh-t up
we hurt n-gg-s
twirl that sh-t up, burn that sh-t up
don’t make me have the nine spit up
i gives a fid-uck, i hurt n-gg-s

i’m tired of tellin’ n-gg-s how the f-ck i feel
you know the steel ‘ll put them n-gg-s to sleep like benedryl
these trash -ss rappers and they f-got -ss friends
talkin’ like the b-tches, walk around like they men
n-gg-s like ya’ll don’t get no respect
this is hav’, i die once, ya’ll n-gg-s die a thousand deaths
cowards, you tryin’ too hard to be ’bout it
you know them n-gg-s that be fake be the ones to shout it

talkin’ this and that, but check
turn around and get robbed in they own projects
might as well be rappin’ on stage for them
b-tches 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 that n-gg- find out where you live at
and then blow that mothaf-ckin’ piece of sh-t off the map

whattup son? dun, surprise n-gg-, thats how we pop up on ’em
you off point you die in your sleep, thats the moral
n-gg-, you know we get our contraband in
it’s 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 n-gg-s fair ones, i’ll box you dun
you’ll be six feet in that dirt, i’ll stop your run

turn this sh-t up, pump this sh-t up
the dj mothaf-ckas burn this sh-t up
we hurt n-gg-s
twirl that sh-t up, burn that sh-t up
don’t make me have the nine spit up
i gives a fid-uck, i hurt n-gg-s

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