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lirik lagu hurt – ti


(feat. alfa mega, busta rhymes)

ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
you p-ssy n-gg-s finna make me kill one a y’all

ain’t a d-mn 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 d-mn 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
boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
boy you betta catch me first
boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
boy you betta catch me first
boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
boy you betta catch me first
boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
boy you betta catch me first

alota p-ssy n-gg-s talk like broads love runnin’ they mouth
but then turn and run in they house
put the gun in they mouth, tell a n-gg- talk sh-t now
you think you think you know the go pow
i ain’t scared of the law
naw i’m about to go to war what it is n-gg- win lose or draw
i’ll never get caught murkin’ y’all cuz it ain’t what you do
it’s what cha near and who saw
shawty i’m way too raw
catch me any day you want you could think i’m a play if you want
but the fact still remain if i got a ak and you don’t
well then playa you gone
don’t get me wrong there’s some n-gg-s wanna kill me too (well where they at?)
but they ain’t sayin’ bout sh-t because they very well know where i’m at
they could catch me in the booth right if it really like that
naw n-gg- that they hoe get him in the whole sh-t, the 44 spit they holla oh sh-t
protectin’ her and you both hit
you betta check ya girl or you be so sick
if the choppa leave you with no d-ck
or a plastic bag holdin’ yo’ sh-t
leave 6 in you, a couple more in ya b-tch
and i don’t miss ’cause i’m focused n-gg-


[alfa mega]
i got you tip
i’m finna ride homie
f-ck n-gg-s might talk loud act real, but they don’t really want this here
p-ssy n-gg-s 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 duck tapin ya kids
you can pray all you want but i don’t forgive
ya shoulda been doin’ that before ya did whatcha did
i ain’t gotta spell it out pimp you know what it is
i’ll rest you case to ya real man you know what it is
plus i got a hundred goons with me, dressed in black
fifty at the front door, 50 at the back
half got k’s, half got macks
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 put a hole in his hat
with his brain on the dash, and his thoughts in his lap
and dump 50 more on him and tell him to hold that
lights out, no hasta manana, hasta la vista, senora
y tu no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow
and the next one a y’all n-gg-s try me like that
i swear to god man i’m really gon’ snap


[busta rhymes]
right now i’ma give you somethin’ that a make a n-gg- beg please
when a bullet in his mind i could feel a little breeze
drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome
fifth triple grip handle in the squeeze
i keep a couple of those for the n-gg-z who talk sh-t
when i go to jacob and cop that ring
if you try to see me i’ma c-ck that thang
and i’ma lock that thang, and the shots gon’ stain (really?)
the n-gg- ride inside the truck with me (and) for the most part the n-gg-
stuck with me and tell you somethin’ if you really were smart and you knew
better people probably tell ya don’t f-ck with me
front if want motherf-cka 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 n-gg-z when i come through
know that i’ma find y’all n-gg-z take two
bust so many shots gun powder probably blind y’all n-gg-z now (ok, ok let’s go)
see you don’t know really wanna feel that mossberg blow (naw)
clap up a n-gg- then i cap up a n-gg-
when i finish it’ll turn into an absurd show (listen)
then you better observe yo
feel the sizzle from the bullet of the glock burn slow (ssss)
sh-t 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 n-gg-, come and put your body in the dirt
i don’t play b-tch you, really need to go the other way
if you ain’t know i got it under my shirt