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| Mobb Deep Miscellaneous Stomp Em Out The midnight murder two cop bodies on my heat Walk the street with a motherfuckin straight face Little shorty flip the script huh on any punk ass nigga or bitch The little brown skin buddha sucker little motherfucker I dwell in Juvenile Hell (yea yea) I got the shit that make you wanna catch a body quick Fuck em up bust em down Queensbridge style Street corner thug my title neighborhood partygoer Noreaga was my idle (yea) So what you wanna do nigga My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways I got mad props, for killin cops Little shorty hood, a little nigga no good My twenty-five weighs a ton so run I'm cockin back on your black ass B and it's like that Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4X) Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the Phillie I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood bully What now, coward ass nigga - you ain't tough Fakin jax, I'ma call your motherfuckin bluff Niggaz that violate get me vexed Son got the mac, Noyd got the tec I'm catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three G's Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound (??) Yeah kid, you know I got dat Jump in the hooptie, countin up my loot deep ? on my vest in case niggaz wanna shoot me Niggaz blazin at my ride, but I don't give a fuck cause I retaliate, with the bullshit two-five It's only right, that I represent Sip on the E&J, straight fuck around and get mega bent Me and my crew, wild for days Burn up the stage like a motherfuckin heat wave Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain Niggaz try to front, but they know my motherfuckin 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 niggaz 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 bullshit But shit get real, with a mac and two clips Niggaz 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 Shit 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 fuck around Nigga 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 fuckin neck You know my style kid, you know I'm wild kid Don't try to front that make me flip and catch a damn 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 motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin Goodfella We got my man ?, Rapper G ??, knahmsayin? Stomp em out, stomp em out, stomp em out |
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