Stomp Em Out

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Prodigy] The midnight murder, two cop bodies on my heat Walk the street with a motherfuckin straight face Little shorty flip the script, huh On any punk-ass nigga or bitch The little brown skin Buddha sucker, little motherfucker I dwell in juvenile hell (Yeah, yeah) I got the shit that make you wanna catch a body quick Fuck 'em up, bust 'em down Queensbridge style Street corner thug my title Neighborhood partygoer, Noreaga was my idol (Yeah) So what you wanna do, nigga? My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways I got mad props for killing cops Little shorty hood, a little nigga no good My twenty-five weighs a ton, so run I'll cock it back on your black ass, B, and it's like that [Chorus] Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out [Verse 2: Havoc] Throw on my hoodie, when niggas lit the fully I put a fuckin' cap in the neighborhood bully What now, coward-ass nigga? You ain't tough Fakin' jacks, I'ma call your motherfuckin bluff Niggas that violate get me vexed Son got the MAC, Noyd got the TEC I catch a body, baggin' niggas like deez Uptown cooking keys, flippin' twenty G's Around the way, bustin' Phils by the fuckin pack [?][1:25] Yeah, kid, you know I got that Jump in the hoopty, countin' up my looty Throw on my vest in case niggas wanna shoot me Niggas blazin' at my ride But I don't give a fuck 'cause I retaliate with the bullshit two-five It's only right that I represent Sip on the E&J straight, fuck around and get mega bent Me and my crew wild for days Burn up the stage like a motherfuckin' heatwave Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain Niggas try to front, but they know my motherfuckin' name Straight from the 'Bridge, yeah, you know my style kid I have you shook like a twenty-five to life bid [Bridge: Marlon Lawe] [?][1:58] Put yuh gun inna yuh hand Kill di pussyclot cah [?] like Put di killa pon line Four .45 and three .39 [?] Put yuh gun inna yuh hand Kill di pussyclot cah [?] like Put di killa pon line Four .45 and three .39 [Verse 3: Big Noyd] Blowin' niggas out the frame, yes, it's part of the game If your style ain't fit, you need to flip the script And get on it, you might think it's all about that bullshit But shit get real with a MAC and two clips Niggas with a hoodie, mmm, somethings' up First I heard a scream and next I heard a buck Bow, I kneeled down, one knee on the ground I pull out the Glock and twin pull out the four pound Shit is real, slingin' rocks on the block If you wanna carry G's, you got to carry a Glock And go all out, get down for your clown, don't fuck around Nigga try to front, believe he get beat down And turn around, get popped with the Glock in a sec While your man got the TEC to his fuckin' neck You know my style, kid, you know I'm wild, kid Don't try to front, don't make me flip and catch a damn bid Representin' from the 'Bridge, you know how it is My name is Big Noyd, stomp 'em out, kid [Outro: Big Noyd] Know what I'm sayin'? Big Noyd in the motherfuckin' house Representin' from the Queensbridge Housing My man Big Twin, know what I'm sayin'? [?][3:08] (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out) Keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it flowin' (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out) Keep it goin', keep it flowin', keep it goin', keep it flowin' (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out) Keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it flowin' check it out (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out) (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out) Give a shout out to the motherfuckin' Goodfellas (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out) We got my man T [?][3:20], Rapper G, Karate Joe doin' it on (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out) Know what I'm sayin'? (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out) Stomp 'em out, stomp 'em out, stomp 'em out