Stomp Em Out歌词

作词 : Havoc/The Prodigy
作曲 : Havoc/The Prodigy
The midnight murder two cop bodies on my heat
Walk the street with a mother****** straight face
Little shorty flip the script huhon any punk ass ****** or ************
The little brown skin buddha sucker little mother******
I dwell in
Juvenile Hell (yea yea)
I got the ************t that make you wanna catch a body quick
****** em up bust em down
Queen************ridge style
Street corner thug my title neighborhood partygoer
Noreaga was my idle (yea)
So what you wanna do ******
My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways
I got mad props, for killin cops
Little shorty hood, a little ****** no good
My twenty-five weighs a ton so run
I'm ******in back on your black ass
B and it's like that
Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4X)
Throw on my hoodie, when ******z lit the
PhillieI put a ****** cap in the neighborhood bully
What now, coward ass ****** - you ain't tough
Fakin jax,
I'ma call your mother****** bluff
******z that violate get me vexed
Son got the mac,
Noyd got the tec
I'm catchin body baggin ******z like deez up
Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three
G'sAround the way bustin pills by the ****** pound(??)
Yeah kid, you know
I got datJump in the hooptie, countin up my loot deep? on my vest in case ******z wanna shoot me
******z blazin at my ride, but
I don't give a ******cause
I retaliate, with the bull************t two-five
It's only right, that
I represent
Sip on the
E&J, straight ****** around and get mega bent
Me and my crew, wild for days
Burn up the stage like a mother****** heat wave
Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain
******z try to front, but they know my mother****** name
Straight from the
Bridge, yeah, you know my style kid
I have you shook like a twenty-five to life bid[ragga chatta - can't make it out][Big Noyd]
Blowin ******z out the frame, yes it's part of the game
If your style ain't fit, you need to flip the scriptand get on it, you might think it's all about that bull************t
But ************t get real, with a mac and two clips
******z 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
************t is real sprayin rocks on the block
If you wanna carry
G's you got to carry a glockand go all out, get down for your crown, don't ****** around
****** tried to front, believe me get beat downand turn around get popped with the glock in a secwhile your man got the tec to his ****** 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 mother****** house
Representin from the
Queen************ridge 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 mother******
GoodfellaWe got my man ?,
Rapper G??, knahmsayin?
Stomp em out, stomp em out, stomp em out