Hurts Village Pt.2

Lyrics

[Intro: M.C. Wicked & Kingpin Skinny Pimp] This is M.C. Wicked, comin' straight outta Frayser Once again kickin' it with with the Serial Killer DJ Paul And my nigga Skinny Pimp and 211, so tell 'em what's up, my nigga (Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get) Oh, yeah, y'all know what time it is, Skinny Pimp up in this bitch (Get-get-get-get-get-get buck) DJ Paul up in this motherfucker Finna drop part two of Hurts Village on your ass (Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get) My nigga Drive-By, Dendre and Hot Rod in this bitch So, uhm, check it out [Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Silent night, there's no light That's when I start creepin' like a hitman Scope my man, then I toss the dynamite My fault, you got caught, shouldn't of been a bystander Bullet lead, in the head to niggas I got anna with You scatter, no matter how fast you can race It'll bust, it'll blow through the back of your face Lunatic, wreckin shit, first I sign the contract Something like a crazy check, to place you in the Kroger bag Bloody, suddenly I scratch 'em off my hit list I just wanna cap a nigga, just to make my rep bigger Dangerously, anxiously, I ain't no motherfuckin' G Fuck Merry Christmas, all I wanna do is trick or treat You ain't cool, damn fool, chrome to your fuckin' dome You're listenin' to the Hurts Village Al Capone [Verse 2: 211 & DJ Paul] Hurts Village, that's where I'm comin', trick Dope fiend, shootin' up cops, I'll light your ass, with a match, bitch (Yeah this is DJ Paul Killa Mix Number 12 Part 2) Don't be talkin' that shit, the hood is the warzone Niggas run up, my gauge is still poppin' cone Knife in the throat, so choke off your blood, ho Stomp be kickin' the shit out your ass with a steel tone Suckers they steppin' broke, I hope you got big nuts Ain't a damn thing changed, I'm still droppin 'em niggas like ducks Breakin' your fuckin jaw, parkin' my fist in your grill, bitch Finger's on the trigger, boom, drop his ass in a ditch So get ghost, nigga, my Glock will be rockin' So bring it on, this is the Hurts Village Al Capone [Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Duck, nigga, dodge, nigga, I'ma pull the fuckin' trigger Watkins and Brown, Smokey City, down with the Skinny nigga Pistol grip, don't you slip, just incase your ass do Smith and Wesson, don't be guessin', stupid ass, I thought you knew Bullet proof, fuck you, target for destruction Keep on your vest, protect your chest, I'm aimin' for your face, son Ah, mane, I'm insane, people say I'm crazy Bullshit, suck my dick, then I yell out gravy First degree, robbery, then I kick back laughin' Rollin clean' 'cause I made a mean stang, now I'm high cappin' Turn up the bump, blow a junt, then I'm kickin' A.C Windows tinted, don't look in it, suckers fuckin' nosey Leather hat, fur coat, Skinny to the fuckin' bone You listenin' to the Hurts Village Al Capone [Verse 4: 211] Hurts Village, Hurts Village You know the project is pimpin', so, some might get blowed up 211 is snappin' necks, these hoes got 'em sewed up Yeah, I'm still crazy, I'm shootin' just to see you dead Pull from the sawed off, buckshots all in your fuckin' head Pure insanity, my blows are comin' quick A crazy nigga named 211's who you fuckin' with I'll battle you sissy ho punk motherfuckers You better chill, 211's inflictin' pain, hittin' harder than Holyfield Armed like the armor truck, don't try to stop me or you'll get bucked Pimpin' and robbin', and droppin' them suckers like ducks 211 is project born, Hurts Village is where I stay Bitches they wanna check, you know that you got to pay With a capital A, now can you spell it, jones? You're listenin' to Hurts Village Al Capone [Outro: DJ Paul] Oh, yeah, this is DJ Paul Killa Mix Serial Number 12, Part 2