Where It Hurts

Lyrics

[Intro: Bukshot & Big Hoodoo] We the blessed (we the blessed) We the cursed (we the cursed) We the hexed (we the hexed) We the worst (we the worst) We the last ones walking on this earth That you want to test, put you in the dirt (put you in the dirt) [Verse 1: Bukshot] Cripple, then they cross you, no matter what it cost you Break 'em like a lawsuit, hit 'em like the mob do (mob do) Sending the jinn in the form of revenge Lately I become unhinged and breaking all amends Watch how me and Hoodoo activate that voodoo Connecting them together, you and death like it's Bluetooth Don't you assume for a second we ain't two goons Go on, put it on the record, got a couple screws loose You may need a weapon just to even up the odds Better yet a pagan sacrifice, a prayer to the gods (to the gods) No one gonna risk it trying to help you in the end though You might catch a ball but we got killers in the end zone There will be no touchdown, snipers on the hunt now Looking for attention, is this really what you want now? 'Bout to put your sun down, look at what it cost you It took everything, yeah, you lost dude [Pre-Chorus: Bukshot & Big Hoodoo] We the blessed (we the blessed) We the cursed (we the cursed) We the hexed (we the hexed) We the worst (we the worst) We the last ones walking on this earth That you want to test, put you in the dirt [Chorus: Bukshot] This ain't the Metaverse (this ain't the Metaverse) Come meet us in the moshpit Hit 'em where it hurts Let that shit affect they pockets Hit 'em first, it's a war, they cannot stop it Hit 'em where it hurts Take they shit out like a rocket (like a rocket, like a rocket) [Verse 2: Big Hoodoo] Murder Mitten, come strapped if you ever visit Home of the wicked, cut your leg off for trying to kick it Top gun flight pattern like the number eight Been on my run like Mike seven summers straight Recognize the dark wicked clown crack flow I terrorize your squad like I'm down with Fat Joe Ear Drug M-U-S to the I-K No love, you get stretched round my way Big Hoodoo, new Freddy Krueger of wicked hip hop My shooters unload the Rugers until the clip pop Chop shop for the bodies, shout out to Tre Dizzy Droptop Maserati, shotties stay with me Big speakers, we heat seekers for the paychecks Dark preacher, streets eager for what I say next Block leaders, my pussy lingers with a Playtex Bottom feeders but street-sweepers make us apex [Pre-Chorus: Bukshot & Big Hoodoo] We the blessed (we the blessed) We the cursed (we the cursed) We the hexed (we the hexed) We the worst (we the worst) We the last ones walking on this earth That you want to test, put you in the dirt [Chorus: Bukshot] This ain't the Metaverse (this ain't the Metaverse) Come meet us in the moshpit Hit 'em where it hurts Let that shit affect they pockets Hit 'em first, it's a war, they cannot stop it Hit 'em where it hurts Take they shit out like a rocket (like a rocket, like a rocket, like a rocket, like a rocket)