K-POP Lyrics Song

Mobb DeepHurt Niggas

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 mothafucka 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 shit, Columbo, the Cappo I pop niggas, leave the gun right there, I got gloves stop niggas from frontin', leave 'em real fucked up coward ass nigga poppin' all that shit I drop niggas thats runnin', shoot 'em in they back dun and when them things popped out you on some Michael Johnson shit fuck that, hammer that nigga to the earth wanna cross me? you niggas gotta pay that toll first and I got change for all that million dollar shit and these slugs 'll be the only reason niggas be hollarin'. [Chorus (Havoc, P, and Noyd)] Turn this shit up, pump this shit up, DJ mothafuckas burn this shit up, we hurt niggas Twirl that shit up, burn that shit up, don't make me have the Nine spit up, I gives a fid-uck, I hurt niggas [Verse 2: (Havoc)] I'm tired of tellin' niggas how the fuck I feel you know the steel 'll put them niggas to sleep like Benedryl talkin' like the bitches, walk around like they Men these trash ass rappers and they faggot ass friends this is Hav', I die once, ya'll niggas die a Thousand deaths niggas like ya'll don't get no respect cowards, you tryin' too hard to be 'bout it talkin' this and that, but check you know them niggas that be fake be the ones to shout it (Holla!) turn around and get robbed in they own projects might as well be rappin' on stage for them the sound of these guns got 'em shook, it's a rap bitches be baggin' you, 'cause you the one feminine you could see the yellow stripe runnin' clear down they back and let a nigga find out where you live at and then blow that mothafuckin' piece of shit off the map. [Verse 3 (Prodigy)] Whattup son, dun, surprise nigga, thats how we pop up on 'em you off point you die in your sleep, thats the moral nigga, you know we get our contraban in you know I'm dead real, I don't know what you was thinkin' smokin' that dangerous, you know we got bangers I'm all over the street, you better stay creepin' I shoot niggas fair ones, I'll box you dun you'll be six feet in that dirt, I'll stop your run. [Chorus]
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 mothafucka 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 shit, Columbo, the Cappo I pop niggas, leave the gun right there, I got gloves stop niggas from frontin', leave 'em real fucked up coward ass nigga poppin' all that shit I drop niggas thats runnin', shoot 'em in they back dun and when them things popped out you on some Michael Johnson shit fuck that, hammer that nigga to the earth wanna cross me? you niggas gotta pay that toll first and I got change for all that million dollar shit and these slugs 'll be the only reason niggas be hollarin'. [Chorus (Havoc, P, and Noyd)] Turn this shit up, pump this shit up, DJ mothafuckas burn this shit up, we hurt niggas Twirl that shit up, burn that shit up, don't make me have the Nine spit up, I gives a fid-uck, I hurt niggas [Verse 2: (Havoc)] I'm tired of tellin' niggas how the fuck I feel you know the steel 'll put them niggas to sleep like Benedryl talkin' like the bitches, walk around like they Men these trash ass rappers and they faggot ass friends this is Hav', I die once, ya'll niggas die a Thousand deaths niggas like ya'll don't get no respect cowards, you tryin' too hard to be 'bout it talkin' this and that, but check you know them niggas that be fake be the ones to shout it (Holla!) turn around and get robbed in they own projects might as well be rappin' on stage for them the sound of these guns got 'em shook, it's a rap bitches be baggin' you, 'cause you the one feminine you could see the yellow stripe runnin' clear down they back and let a nigga find out where you live at and then blow that mothafuckin' piece of shit off the map. [Verse 3 (Prodigy)] Whattup son, dun, surprise nigga, thats how we pop up on 'em you off point you die in your sleep, thats the moral nigga, you know we get our contraban in you know I'm dead real, I don't know what you was thinkin' smokin' that dangerous, you know we got bangers I'm all over the street, you better stay creepin' I shoot niggas fair ones, I'll box you dun you'll be six feet in that dirt, I'll stop your run. [Chorus]

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