Hurt That n*gga lyrics

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[Jayo Felony]
Shut up n*gga. Pass that muthaf*ckin weed
Let's go ride on this n*gga homie, cuz
There go one right there loc
Get that n*gga
Bring your muthaf*ckin ass, n*ggA!

I knew I was gonna have a whole lot of drama
After the first baby mama
Rob four all the titty member how they did beloved mama
Killed the b*tch (?) come back from the dead with flies in ya mouth
Buried the body, sold the house, then I fly down south
My family don't understand me
Killed them and me
Punchin holes in the wall forgot a ran and nose candy
We cold-hearted and strong, you heartless and wrong
And I'm sniffin in sh*t tell the cartilage is gone
I'm the stone cold heavyweight that'll bait you in
Put you down with my team fool, and make you win
I laid the Cut with mouth shut 47 sprayed
Prepare for the outcome and pray for my prey
Then we getting shotty kill a bitin n*gga with Young Gotti
Then we eat a pork chop meal and we all dead body
With extra gravy n*gga, bottles said he couldn't save me n*gga
Ya man done tried to grab the gun and made me killa, yeah!

[Chorus: Jayo] (2x)
Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that n*gga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that n*gga
Put some b*tches all in to work that n*gga
Take my .38 special and red shirt that n*gga

[Soopafly]
n*ggas better step the f*ck back I'm ready for war
Napalm bomb strickin close range I'm raw
You can't star, blinded by the gleam of the par
I teach y'all the Soopafly ways of the law
Let me shimmy shake rock whether you like it or not
You lay up with hoes I make a b*tch sleep on a cot
Top of the chart, the underground straight from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for servin n*ggas get yo ticket
I lock a n*gga out, good cop giminy cricket
Watch out, I stick like stuck-o
Make 'em say "uh oh"
Motto is to trust no b*tch you let the mutt go
Yo, I stay crackin, shut yo trap black and stay back in
Yo I break 'em you rack 'em
b*tches, I mack 'em
Bit game, I'm gonna teach you latnum
n*ggas talk sh*t I put on my dance shoes and tap 'em
n*ggas get broked up crapped out
Bent over with your backs out
I circle like a track route
I screw more n*ggas than a frat house
Joined to camp to step up to get stepped, Yo

[Chorus: Soopafly] (2x) (3rd line changes to b*tches 2nd time)
Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that n*gga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that n*gga
I send some hoes, man, to work that n*gga
Pull out the .4-5 special and red shirt that n*gga

[Bridge: ??]
Some n*ggas come right some n*ggas come wrong
We can (?) until the dawn
On and on and on and on
Blast until the breath is gone

[Soopafly]
If it's death that you want it's death that you gettin
Good life and good riddins, get them wigs to splittin
I measure n*ggas for they casket fits
Past tenants get erased off the face of the earth
Killin for turf
The "Cha cha" give it up quick
Double up, I double my grip
Quicker than set trip
Get wet tip of my tech rips ya neck
Gents fall it hit y'all
Like six draw, leavin bullets on the wall

[Jayo Felony]
Try to set me up and blast me
Couldn't get past me
I heard someone shot 'im up with body acid, nasty
Talk sh*t but you ran, n*gga you shook wit it
I take the RI Saprano and shoot you wit it
Killa, I spit this sh*t fo' real, n*gga get back
No more eattin egg yolk I put sick to the six pack
I'm harder than the hardest hardcore n*gga get ya sh*t right
Or get your project bricks clipped tonight, b*tch

[Chorus: Jayo]
Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that n*gga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that n*gga
Put some b*tches all in to work that n*gga
Take my .38 special and red shirt that n*gga

[Chorus: Soopafly]
Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that n*gga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that n*gga
I'll send some hoes over to work that n*gga
Pull out the .4-5 special and red shirt that n*gga

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