Mobb Deep - Burn Something Lyrics - Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape - Mobb Deep

[Prodigy] 

It's always somethin' man 

It's always somethin' I swear 

Hey get started son 

[Havoc] 

Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something 

Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas 

Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop 

Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top 

Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something 

Burn something, I wanna clear my mind 

Look at niggas 

Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop 

Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top 

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[Prodigy] 

They must be jokin' niggas get they face peeled open 

Guns we unload em, Mobb fixtured omen 

Plus, we hit mid-sections up 

You wit your kids and your woman boy I'm tearing you up 

You wit your moms, so what I'm airin' the block 

When you see my hand reach for my waist you better hop 

And do not fuck wit P, you goin' at me 

You better off shuttin' the fuck up, trust me 

You got a better chance stickin that Brinks truck 

Than pickin' one of us for a hug 

We properly serve 

Reugers pop and whop ya head 

Pens go off and drop you dead 

Aiyyo Littles what the fuck is the deal my nigga 

Fuck all this rappin' shit let's ride on these niggas 

Cause this song ain't for entertainment 

This is a street subpoena for y'all niggas bring it 

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[Havoc] 

Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit 

Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique 

And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions 

Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something 

Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit 

Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique 

And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions 

Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something 

[Littles] 

Whatchu know about two hands three guns pop out 

Them city boys that be movin' 'caine down south 

I clap for dollars and scrap about it 

I been around since Dappa Danns, rap vans 

I'm a gorilla man, I know you feel me man 

Queens I rep you flow let's do it 

Unknown marksman, I see through the scope 

Hit your frame and your souls apart and 

Number one question A & R's wanna know 

Where I stand in the dispute wit' Nas, Mobb and Jay-Z 

Fuck you pay me 

I slid in on you rap motherfuckers cause the block got lazy 

I'm from a place cannons burst, police never come 

Homie viewed my life, wrote, and got us out the slums 

Came home, the Mobb came to scoop me up 

Though I rhyme niggas still wanna shoot me up 

I'm that gangster gangster read all about me 

In your X-X-L's, Sources my crew is rowdy 

When them hammers back out we leave the whole block cloudy 

[Havoc] 

Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something 

Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas 

Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop 

Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top 

Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something 

Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas 

Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop 

Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top 

Relax my mizzy and smoke that dro 

Hold her head motherfucker I'ma fuck that ho 

Let the dutch burn niggas get split fuck ya turn 

I ain't been givin' a fuck so why should I now 

Watch your mouth, nigga I'm grown you just a child 

In a mans world nigga ac'in like a little girl 

It's foul, he don't wanna blow trial, why not? 

Cause up north niggas like him get smacked around 

I never turn my back, on you faceless cowards 

Talkin' all that shit, don't know a thing about us 

I educate em with the pretty four pounder 

But each and every day we get flagrant and more fouler 

Keep it thorough, don't want that bullshit around us 

Moved away from drama but some how it found us 

It's a small thing, let that dro burn 

Nigga front he gettin' touched that's my word 

Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit 

Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique 

And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions 

Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something 

Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit 

Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique 

And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions 

Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something