Title: Hurt
Album: T.I. vs. T.I.P
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Clifford Harris, Nate Hills, Trevor Smith, Cedric Zellars
Lyric:
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
You, pussy nigga, finna make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them 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 when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt
When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
A lot of pussy nigga talk like bro, little runnin' their mouth
That is till run in their house, put the gun in their mouth
Tell 'em, "Nigga, talk shit now", they think you know they gonna
I ain't scared of the law, now I'm 'bout to go to war
What it is, nigga? Where you lose your jaw?
I never get caught murkin' y'all 'cause it ain't watcha do
The question is who saw when I'm way to raw?
Catch me any day you want, you can think I'm a playa if you want
But the facts that remain, if I got an AK you don't
Well, then, playa, you gone
Don't get me wrong, pussy niggas wanna kill me too
But this ain't 'bout shit 'cause it's very well known where I'm at
They can catch me in the booth right now if they really like that
Now nigga needing hoe get 'em in the hole, shit
The fo fo is big and all that ole' shit, protect the heart of you, both it
You betta check ya gun 'cause you so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
[Incomprehensible] holdin' your shit
At least six of you and a couple more of you bitches
And I don't miss 'cause I'm focused
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them 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 when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt
When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
Boy, you might talk loud, act real but they don't really want this here
Pussy niggas, better act right, lay low, we know where your family live
Trust me, you don't want me up in your grill
With a ski mask on, duct taping your kids
You can pray all you want but I don't forgive
You should have been doin' nothing but what you did what you did
I ain't gotta spell it out, pimp, you know what it is
Where your gangsta, your 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 mags
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out, show 'em where they at
We can do them right here, we can catch them in a trap
Run up on this nigga, put a hole in his hat
Put his brains on the dash in the stalks
He has some dumb fifty more with him and tell them to hold that
Lights out, no hasta manana, asta la vista, sara nara
Y tu, no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow
And the next one of y'all, niggas, try me like that
I swear to God, man, I?m really gonna snap
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them 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 when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt
When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
Right now [Incomprehensible] make a nigga beg please
When a bullet goes by probably feel a little breeze, drop to yo knees
I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip
Double grip handle where to squeeze
I keep a couple lit off for the niggas who talk shit
When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain
If he tried to see me I?ma cop that thang
And I?ma pop that thang and the shots gonna stay
The nigga 'bout to set the trunk with me
For the most part, nigga, you?re stuck with me
I'd tell you something if you was really smart and you knew better
People probably tell ya, ?Don't fuck with me?
Front if you want, muthafucka, you can catch it
The smile on my face even if I got a rachet
Ah, pop off, police, pull me over, believe I got a compartment
If I gotta stash it, must I just remind ya, niggas when I come through?
Know that I am a find ya, niggas
Take two bust so many shots, come now I'll probably blind y'all, niggas
Now okay, let?s go, see you don't really wanna feel moshpit blow
Crap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga
When I finish then we'll turn it into an ob search, yo
Look, listen and you better observe, yo,
You listening from the bullet that the glock burst slow
Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little and had your body leanin?
Lookin' like a quarter past four
Stay down better, checkin' for a nigga who can put yo body in the dirt
I don't play bitch, if you really need to go the other way
You know I got it under way, sir
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them 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 when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt
When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
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