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Lyrics for Stomp Em Out by Mobb Deep:
| | | Artist: | Mobb Deep |
| | Album: | Juvenile Hell | | Track: | Stomp Em Out | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 70 | | | | Lyrics: | 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
??,
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