Hurt (feat. Alfamega & Busta Rhymes)

You pussy **** finna make me kill one of y'all

Ain't a damn thing changed, I still keep that thing

Right under my shirt

Better tell 'em I ain't playin' because it's all fun and games

Until somebody get hurt

Ain't a damn thing changed, I still keep that thing

Right up under my shirt

Run up on him where he hang and bang

Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt

Boy, you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

A lot a pussy **** talk like broads, love runnin' they mouth

That is till I run they house, put the gun in they mouth

Tell a ****, talk shit now, next thing you know the gun go (Bow)

I ain't scared of the law, nah, I'm about to go to war

What it is, ****? Win, lose or draw?

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

The question is, who saw? Son, I'm way too raw

Catch me any day you want, you can think I'm a player if you want

But the fact still remain, if I got an AK and you don't

Well, then player, you gone

Don't get me wrong, 'cause some **** wanna kill me too (But where they at?)

But this just ain't about shit, 'cause it's very well known where I'm at

They could catch me in the booth right now, if it's really like that

Nah, **** let they hoe get 'em in the whole shit

The .44 spit, they holler, "Oh shit"

You protectin' her then you both hit

You better check your girl, 'cause you'll be so sick

If the chopper leave with no dick or a plastic bag holdin' your shit

Leave six in you, a couple more in the bitch and I don't miss 'cause I'm focused, ****

Ain't a damn thing changed, I still keep that thing

Right under my shirt

Better tell 'em I ain't playin' because it's all fun and games

Until somebody get hurt

Ain't a damn thing changed, I still keep that thing

Right up under my shirt

Run up on him where he hang and bang

Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt

Boy, you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

You **** might talk loud, act real, but they don't really want this here

But they don't really want this here, we know where your family live

Trust me, you don't want me up in your crib

With a ski mask on, duck tapin' your kids

You can pray all you want but I don't forgive

You should've been doin' that before you did what ya did

I ain't gotta spell it out, pimp, you know what is is

I'll rest your case for a 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 mac's

Bring 'em out, bring 'em out, show me where him at

We can do him right here or we can catch him in the trap

Run up on his 'lac and put a hole in his hat

With his brains on the dash and his thoughts in his lap

And dump fifty 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 **** try me like that

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

Ain't a damn thing changed, I still keep that thing

Right under my shirt

Better tell 'em I ain't playin' because it's all fun and games

Until somebody get hurt

Ain't a damn thing changed, I still keep that thing

Right up under my shirt

Run up on him where he hang and bang

Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt

Boy, you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

Right now, I'm a give you somethin' that'll make a **** beg, please

When a bullet wiz by he probably feel a little breeze

Drop to your knees, see the big barrel of the chrome, fifth triple grip handles in the squeeze

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

When I go to Jacob and I cop that ring

If you try to see me, I'm a cock that thing

And I'ma pop that thing and all the shots gon' sting (Really?)

The **** right inside the truck with me (And?)

For the most part, the **** stuck with me

I'll tell you somethin', if you really were smart and you knew better

People probably tell you, don't fuck with me

If you want, motherfucker, you can catch it

Smile on my face, even though I got the ratchet

Pop off, pull me over, believe I got a compartment if I'm gonna stash it

Must I just remind y'all ****, when I come through, know that I'ma find y'all ****

Take two, bust so many shots, gun powder probably blind y'all **** now, okay, lets go

See, you don't really wanna feel a Mossberg blow

Clap up a ****, then I cap up a **** when I finish, it'll turn into an absurd show

Look, listen and you better observe, yo

Feel the sizzle from the bullet of the glock burn slow

Shit'll probably twist you up just a little and have your body leanin', lookin' like a quarter past four

Stay down, better lay down, check it, 'fore a ****, come and put your body in the dirt

I don't play, bitch, you really need to go the other way, you ain't know I got it under my shirt

Ain't a damn thing changed, I still keep that thing

Right under my shirt

Better tell 'em I ain't playin' because it's all fun and games

Until somebody get hurt

Ain't a damn thing changed, I still keep that thing

Right up under my shirt

Run up on him where he hang and bang

Beause it's all fun and games

Until somebody get hurt

Boy, you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt

Boy, you better catch me first