Hurt

T.I. & Busta Rhymes & Alfamega - Rap, In English
Hurt
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Duration: 4:50
Lyrics
[Intro: T.I.] Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba You pussy niggas finna make me kill one of y'all [Chorus: T.I.] Ain't a damn thang change I still keep that thang right up under my shirt Betta tell 'em 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 Run up on him where he hang and BANG! 'Cause it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt Boy, you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first Said you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first Said you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first Said you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first [Verse 1: T.I.] A lotta pussy niggas talk like broads, love runnin' they mouth That is til I run in they house Put the gun in they mouth, tell 'em "Nigga talk shit now" Next thing you know the gun go (Bow!) I ain't scared of the law, naw, I'm about to go to war What it is, nigga? Win, lose or draw? I'll never get caught murkin' y'all 'cause it ain't what you do The question is: Who saw? Son, I'm way too raw Catch me any day you want, you could think I'ma play if you want But the fact still remain, if I got an AK and you don't Well, then playa, you gone Don't get me wrong there's some niggas wanna kill me too (Well where they at?) But this ain't 'bout shit 'cause it's very well known where I'm at They could catch me in the booth right now, if it's really like that Naw, nigga let they ho get him in the whole shit The .44 spit, they holla "Oh shit!" Protectin' her and you both hit You betta check ya girl 'cause you'll be so sick If the choppa leave you with no dick Or a plastic bag holdin' yo' shit Leave 6 in you, a couple more in ya bitch And I don't miss 'cause I'm focused, nigga [Chorus: T.I.] Ain't a damn thang change I still keep that thang right up under my shirt Betta tell 'em 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 Run up on him where he hang and BANG! 'Cause it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt Boy, you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first Said you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first Said you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first Said you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first [Verse 2: Alfamega] (I got you Tip) (I'm finna ride homie) Fuck niggas might talk loud, act real, but they don't really want this here Pussy niggas betta act right, lay low, we know where ya family live Trust me, you don't want me up in ya crib with a ski mask on, duck tapin' ya kids You can pray all you want but I don't forgive Ya shoulda been doin' that before ya did whatcha did I ain't gotta spell it out, pimp, you know what it is I'll rest you case for ya 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 Macs Bring 'em out, bring 'em out, show me where he at We can do him right here, we could catch him in trap Run up on his 'lac and put a hole in his hat With his brain on the dash, and his thoughts in his lap And dump 50 more on him and tell him to hold that Lights out, no hasta mañana, hasta la vista, sayonara Y tú, 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 gon' snap [Chorus: T.I.] Ain't a damn thang change I still keep that thang right up under my shirt Betta tell 'em 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 Run up on him where he hang and BANG! 'Cause it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt Boy, you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first Said you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first Said you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first Said you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Right now, I'ma give you somethin' that'll make a nigga beg "Please" When a bullet wiz by, he'll probably feel a little breeze Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome Fifth triple grip handles in the squeeze I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit When I go to Jacob and I cop that ring If you try to see me, I'ma cock that thang And I'ma pop that thang, and the shots gon' sting (really?) The nigga ride inside the truck with me (and) for the most part, the nigga stuck with me I'll tell you somethin', if you really were smart and you knew Better, people probably tell ya don't fuck with me Front if you want, motherfucka, you can catch it Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet Pop off, (police) pull me over, believe I got a compartment if I gotta stash it Must I just remind y'all niggas when I come through Know that I'ma find y'all niggas, take two (break through) Bust so many shots, gun powder probably blind y'all niggas now (Okay, okay let's go) See, you don't really wanna feel that Mossberg blow (naw) Clap up a nigga, then I cap up a nigga When I finish, it'll turn into an absurd show (listen) And you better observe, yo Feel the sizzle from the bullet of the Glock burn slow (ssss) Shit'll probably twist you up just a little and have your body leanin', lookin' like a quarter past four Stay down, betta (lay down) Checkin' for a nigga, come and put your body in the dirt I don't play, bitch, you really need to go the other way If you ain't know I got it under my shirt [Chorus: T.I.] Ain't a damn thang change I still keep that thang right up under my shirt Betta tell 'em 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 Run up on him where he hang and BANG! 'Cause it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt Boy, you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first Said you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first Said you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first Said you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt Boy, you betta catch me first
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Credits
- Writers
- T.I.
- Busta Rhymes
- Alfamega
- Danja