Hurt Niggas Lyrics - Infamy - Mobb Deep

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 

I drop niggas thats runnin', shoot 'em in they back dun 

Coward ass nigga poppin' all that shit 

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' 

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Turn this shit up, pump this shit up 

The 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 

I'm tired of tellin' niggas how the fuck I feel 

You know the steel 'll put them niggas to sleep like Benedryl 

These trash ass rappers and they fagot ass friends 

Talkin' like the bitches, walk around like they Men 

Niggas like ya'll don't get no respect 

This is Hav', I die once, ya'll niggas die a Thousand deaths 

Cowards, you tryin' too hard to be 'bout it 

You know them niggas that be fake be the ones to shout it 

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Talkin' this and that, but check 

Turn around and get robbed in they own projects 

Might as well be rappin' on stage for them 

Bitches be baggin' you 'cause you the one feminine 

The sound of these guns got 'em shook, it's a rap 

You could see the yellow stripe runnin' clear down they back 

And let that nigga find out where you live at 

And then blow that mothafuckin' piece of shit off the map 

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 contraband in 

It's smokin' that dangerous, you know we got bangers 

You know I'm dead real, I don't know what you was thinkin' 

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 

Turn this shit up, pump this shit up 

The 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