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mobb deep - stomp em out lyrics

the midnight murder two cop bodies on my heat
walk the street with a motherf-ckin straight face
little shorty flip the script huh
on any punk -ss n-gg- or b-tch
the little brown skin buddha sucker little motherf-cker
i dwell in juvenile h-ll (yea yea)
i got the sh-t that make you wanna catch a body quick
f-ck em up bust em down queensbridge style
street corner thug my t-tle neighborhood partygoer
noreaga was my idle (yea)
so what you wanna do n-gg-
my knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways
i got mad props, for killin cops
little shorty hood, a little n-gg- no good
my twenty-five weighs a ton so run
i’m c-ckin back on your black -ss b and it’s like that

stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4x)

throw on my hoodie, when n-gg-z lit the phillie
i put a f-ckin cap in the neighborhood bully
what now, coward -ss n-gg- – you ain’t tough
fakin jax, i’ma call your motherf-ckin bluff
n-gg-z that violate get me vexed
son got the mac, noyd got the tec
i’m catchin body baggin n-gg-z like deez up
town? the ki’s, flippin twenty-three g’s
around the way bustin pills by the f-ckin pound
(?) yeah kid, you know i got dat
jump in the hooptie, countin up my loot deep
? on my vest in case n-gg-z wanna shoot me
n-gg-z blazin at my ride, but i don’t give a f-ck
cause i retaliate, with the bullsh-t two-five
it’s only right, that i represent
sip on the e&j, straight f-ck around and get mega bent
me and my crew, wild for days
burn up the stage like a motherf-ckin heat wave
learn to maintain, less stress on the brain
n-gg-z try to front, but they know my motherf-ckin name
straight from the bridge, yeah, you know my style kid
i have you shook like a twenty-five to life bid

[ragga chatta – can’t make it out]

[big noyd]
blowin n-gg-z out the frame, yes it’s part of the game
if your style ain’t fit, you need to flip the script
and get on it, you might think it’s all about that bullsh-t
but sh-t get real, with a mac and two clips
n-gg-z with a hoodie, hmm, somethin’s up
thought you heard a scream, and next i heard a buck
bow, i knelt down, one knee on the ground
i pull out the glock and twin pull out the four pound
sh-t is real sprayin rocks on the block
if you wanna carry g’s you got to carry a glock
and go all out, get down for your crown, don’t f-ck around
n-gg- tried to front, believe me get beat down
and turn around get popped with the glock in a sec
while your man got the tec to his f-ckin neck
you know my style kid, you know i’m wild kid
don’t try to front that make me flip and catch a d-mn bid
representin from the ‘bridge, you know how it is
my name is big noyd, stomp em out kid

[mobb deep chorus while big noyd speaks]
knowhati’msayin? big noyd in the motherf-ckin house
representin from the queensbridge housin
my man big twin, knahmsayin, vic nice
? like that
keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
keep it flowin check it out
shout out to my motherf-ckin goodfella
we got my man?, rapper g
?, knahmsayin? stomp em out, stomp em out, stomp em out

- mobb deep lyrics

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