Hurt Lyrics - T.i. Vs. T.i.p - T.i.

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba 

You pussy niggas finna make me kill one a y'all 

Ain't a damn 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 damn thang change 

I still keep that thang right up under my shirt 

Run up on him where he hang and 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 

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Alota pussy niggas talk like broads love runnin' they mouth 

That is til I run in they house 

Put the gun in they mouth, tell 'em "Nigga talk shit now" 

You'd think they know the gun go BOW! 

I ain't scared of the law 

Naw I'm about to go to war what it is nigga win lose or draw 

I'll never get caught murkin' y'all cuz it ain't what you do 

The question is: 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 niggas wanna kill me too (Well where they at?) 

But this ain't bout shit cause it's well known where I'm at 

They could catch me in the booth right now if you really like that 

Naw nigga let they ho get him in the whole shit, the 44 spit they holla "Oh shit!" 

Protectin' her and you both hit 

You betta check ya girl cause you be so sick 

If the choppa leave you with no dick 

Or a plastic bag holdin' yo' shit 

Leave 6 in you, a couple more in ya bitch 

And I don't miss cause I'm focused nigga 

(I got you Tip) 

(I'm finna ride homie) 

Fuck niggas might talk loud, act real, but they don't really want this here 

Pussy niggas 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 for ya real man you know what it is 

Plus I got a hundred goons with me, dressed in black 

Fifty at the front door, fifty at the back 

Half got K's, half got Macs 

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 mañana, hasta la vista, sayonara 

Y tú no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow 

And the next one a y'all niggas try me like that 

I swear to God man I'm really gon' snap 

Right now I'mma give you somethin' that a make a nigga beg "Please" 

When a bullet wiz by, he'll probably feel a little breeze 

Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome 

Fifth triple grip handles in the squeeze 

I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit 

When I go to Jacob and cop that ring 

If you try to see me I'mma cock that thang 

And I'mma pop that thang, and the shots gon' sting (really?) 

The nigga ride inside the truck with me (and) for the most part the nigga stuck with me 

And tell you somethin' if you really were smart and you knew 

Better people probably tell ya don't fuck with me 

Front if want motherfucka 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 niggas when I come through 

Know that I'mma find y'all niggas, take two (break through) 

Bust so many shots gun powder probably blind y'all niggas now (Okay, okay let's go) 

See you don't know really wanna feel that Mossberg blow (naw) 

Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga 

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) 

Shit'll 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 nigga, come and put your body in the dirt 

I don't play bitch, you really need to go the other way 

If you ain't know I got it under my shirt