Stomp Em Out Lyrics - Juvenile Hell - Mobb Deep

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) 

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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 

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(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 ou