| | Hurt Lyrics Artist(Band):T.I.
You pussy niggas finna make me kill one a y'all [Hook] Ain't a damn thang change I still keep that thang right up under my shirt Betta tell 'em I ain't playin' because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt Ain't a damn thang change I still keep thang right up under my shirt Run up on him where he hangin', BANG! cause it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt Son you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first Son you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first Son you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first Son you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first [T.I.] Alota pussy niggas talk like broads love runnin' they mouth That is till I run in they house Put the gun in they mouth, tell a nigga talk shit now You think you know the gun go (BBAH) I ain't scared of the law naw I'm about to go to war what it is nigga win lose or draw I'll never get caught murkin' y'all cuz it ain't what you do The question is who saw Son I'm way too raw Catch me any day you want you could think Imma play if you want But the fact still remains if I got a AK and you don't Well then playa you gone Don't get me wrong 'cause some niggas wanna kill me too (Well where they at?) But that jus ain't bout shit 'cause it's very well known where I'm at They could catch me in the booth right now if it really like that Naw nigga lemme hoe get him in the whole shit, the 44 spit they holla oh shit Protect ya hun 'n' you both hit You betta check ya gut cuz you'll be so sick If the choppa leave you with no dick Or a plastic bag holdin' yo' shit Leave 6 in you, a couple mo' in tha bitch And I don't miss 'cause I'm focused nigga [Hook] [Alfa Mega] I got you tip I'm finna ride homie Fuck niggas might talk loud act real, but they don't really want this here Pussy niggas betta act right, lay low we know where ya family live Trust me you don't want me up in ya crib with a ski mask on duct tapin ya kids You can pray all you want but I don't forgive Ya shoulda been doin' this before ya did whatcha did I ain't gotta spell it out pimp you know what it is I'll rest ya case to ya real man you know what it is Plus I got a hundred goons with me, dressed in black 50 at the front door, 50 at the back Half got K's, half got Macs Bring 'em out, bring em out, show me where he at We can do him right here, we could catch him in trap Run up on his 'lac n put a hole in his hat Put his brains on the dash, and his thoughts in his lap and dump 50 more in him and tell him to hold that Lights out, no hasta manana, hasta la vista, sara nara (sayonara) Y tu no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow And the next one a y'all niggas try me like that I swear to God man I'm really gon' snap [Hook] [Busta Rhymes] Right now I'ma give you somethin' that a make a nigga beg please When tha bullet whiz by u prolly feel a little breeze Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome fifth rubber grip handle for the squeeze I keep a couple of those for the niggaz who talk shit when I go to Jacob and cop that ring If you try to see me I'ma cock that thang And I'ma POP that thang, and then da shots gon' stang(sting) (really?) The nigga ride inside the truck with me (and) for the most part the nigga stuck with me I'll tell you somethin' if you really were smart and you knew better people probably tell ya don't fuck with me Front if want motherfucka you can catch it Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet Pop off (police) pull me over believe I got a compartment if I gotta stash it Must I just remind y'all niggaz when I come through Know that I'ma find y'all niggaz, take two Bust so many shots gun powder probably blind y'all niggaz now (Ok, ok let's go) See you don't know really wanna feel tha Mossberg blow (naw) Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga When I finish it'll turn into an absurd show (Look, listen) and ya better observe yo Feel the sizzle from the bullet of the glock burn slow (ssss) Shit'll probably twist you up just a little and have your body leanin' lookin' like a quarter past four Stay down betta (lay down) Checkin' for a nigga, come and put your body in the dirt I don't play bitch you, really need to go the other way If you ain't know I got it under my shirt If you find some error in Hurt Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to GoodFella for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Hurt The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "T.I." Music | |
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