Hurt (Feat. Alfamega & Busta Rhymes)
Ba, ba, baa, baa, ba, ba, baa
You pussy nigga finna make me kill one of yall
Ain't a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin
Because it's all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of pussy nigga talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
Tell 'em nigga talk shit now
They think you know they gonna go baw
I ain't scared of the law
Now bout to go to war
What it is nigga win lose or draw
I never get caught murkin ya'll
Cause it ain't watcha do
The question is who saw
When I'm way to raw
Catch me any day you want
You can think imma play if you want
But the facts still remain
If I got an AK and you don't
Well then playa you gone
Don't get me wrong
Pussy niggas wanna kill me too (where dey at)
But this ain't bout shit
Cause its very well known where I'm at
They can catch me in the booth right now
If it really like that
Naw nigga let the hoe get em in the whole shit
The fo fo's spit they holla oh shit
Protect the heart of you, both it
You betta check ya gun cause you so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
Buck blast and there holdin your shit
At least 6 of you and a couple more of you bitches
And I don't miss cause I'm focused
Ain't a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin
Because it's all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
Funny niggas might talk loud act real
But they don't really want this here
Pussy niggas better act right lay low
We know where yo family live
Trust me you don't want me up in yo crib
Wit a ski mask on duct taping your kids
You can pray all you want
But I don't forgive
You should have been doin that
Before you did what you did
I ain't gotta spell it out pimpin you know what it is
The rest gangsta on the real man you know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons wit me
Dressed in black
Fifty at the front door fifty at the back
Half got gauges half got mags
Bring 'em out bring 'em out
Show 'em where they at
We can do them right here
We can catch them in a trap
Run up on this nigga
Put a hole in his hat
Put his brains on the dash in the stalks
He has some dumb fifty more with him
Tell them to hold that
Lights out no hasta manana hasta la vista Sayonara y tu
No tomorrow no remorse no sorrow
And the next one of yall niggas try me like that
I swear to god man
I'm really gonna snap
Ain't a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin
Because its all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
Right now all my niggas
Make a nigga beg please
When a bullet goes by
Probably feel a little breeze
Drop to yo knees
I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip
Double grip hand over the squeeze
I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit
When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain
If he tried to see me
Imma cop that thang
And imma pop that thang
And the shots gonna stay
Really? The nigga bout to set the trunk wit me
For the most part nigga your stuck with me
I'd tell you something if you was really smart
And you knew better
People probably tell ya
Don't fuck with me
Front if you want mutha fucka
You can catch it
The smile on my face
Even if I got a rachet
Ah, Pop off police pull me over
Believe I got a compartment
And now gotta stash it
Must I just remind ya niggas
When I come through
Know that I am a find ya niggas
Take two break through
Bust soo many shots
Come now I'll probably blind ya'll niggas
Now ok,
Lets go see you don't really want to feel a mobs search blow,
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga
When I finish this shit we'll turn it into an obsearch show
Look, Listen, then you better observe yo,
Listen to the sizzle from the bullet that the glock burst slow (sss)
Should a probably tweaked you up just a little
And had your body leanin, lookin' like a quarter past four
Stay down better, (stay down) checkin for a nigga who can put
Yo body in the dirt (ooo)
I don't play bitch
If you really need to go the other way
You know I got it under way, Sir.
Ain't a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin
Because its all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
compositores: CEDRIC ZELLARS, CEDRIC DEON ZELLARS, CLIFFORD HARRIS, CLIFFORD J. HARRIS, FLOYD NATHANIEL HILLS, NATE HILLS, TREVOR SMITH
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