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stomper - caught up lyrics

[intro: the beatles – eleanor rigby]
ahhhh
look at all the lonely people
ahhhh
look at all the lonely people

[verse 1: badnews]
all my life
i been caught up
i keep a gun on me
that’s how i was brought up
born in the projects
pockets full of nothing
god gave me talent
so i turned it in to something
hear my system bumpin’
that new soldier ink
out here you could die
before you blink
and i don’t give a f-ck
if i go back to jail
they can’t lock my mind up
in that cell
and i keep talking bout
how they should lay crumbs out
say my name on a track
get your -ss stomped out
and i been tryin’ to f-ck it
put a hole in the game
now i’m on the beat
from them boys kast n fame
fell in love with a dream
now i’m an urban king
money ain’t a thing
i come from the triple beam
i’m a k!lla in the ring
little k!llas on my team
guaranteed the bullets sting
when you see the red beam

[hook: badnews]
a lot of fools now n days
don’t know how to act
it ain’t where you from
it’s where we catch you at
before you get caught up
you should watch your back
before you get caught up
you should watch your back
before you get caught up
you should watch your back
before you get caught up
you should watch your back
a lot of fools now n days
don’t know how to act
it ain’t where you from
it’s where we catch you at

[verse 2: stomper]
man where these vatos at?
they best to watch they back
i hit em with the strap
ese blow em off the map
i do it just like that
man i couldn’t give a f-ck
pop the trunk
watch me hit em
with the pistol grip pump
sh-t out of luck
you f-cking punk
i’ll make the guns clap
if you ain’t strapped
then your -ss probably end up on your back
none of these vatos will last
they don’t even stand a chance
take a dirt nap ese
pull a murder on wax
new rules mothaf-ckas
the streets ain’t the same
a lot of fools now n days
be f-cking up the game
they don’t know how to act
quick to f-cking rat
when you get caught up
you better watch your back
cause where i’m from
they get caught up without a gat
it don’t matter if you bang
or if you f-cking rap
and now n days
all you hear about is badnews
we play the game to win
you’re born to f-cking lose

[verse 3: badnews]
once upon a time in america
they use to love us
now they all scared of us
they ain’t prepared for us
only if you compare to us
street made predators
with the pride of a terrorist
death before dishonor
take a bath with piranhas
you could sleep with the fishes
get to f-ck with the snitches
and if they ever find a witness
i know that i’m finished
they mothaf-cking mad
cause i handle my business

[verse 4: stomper]
strapped up to the fullest
them hollow tip bullets
got my finger on the trigger
mothaf-ckas i’m a pull it
sh-t you must be f-cking stupid
you thought that we was finished
got you haters talking sh-t
cause you know we handle business
we’re the realest in this business
mothaf-ckas check your books
watch your back
got your strap
better take another look
here i come redrum
better pack your f-cking guns
in the trunks – murder 1
and there ain’t nowhere to run

- stomper lyrics

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