Mobb Deep Hurt Niggas Lyrics

[Verse 1: (Prodigy)]

I'll noose ya'll, and push ya'll off the edge
I'm like Ray Benzino 'cause how I hang men
I got a big caliber gun inside of my Timb
so I can explode on any m________a that grin
trust me, it's not like that, it's not what you thought
you'll be like "P shot me and bounced in the Porsche"
on some real live Mobb s___, Columbo, the Cappo
I pop n____s, leave the gun right there, I got gloves
stop n____s from frontin', leave 'em real f___ed up
I drop n____s thats runnin', shoot 'em in they back dun
coward a__ n____ poppin' all that s___
and when them things popped out you on some Michael Johnson s___
f___ that, hammer that n____ to the earth
wanna cross me? you n____s gotta pay that toll first
and I got change for all that million dollar s___
and these slugs 'll be the only reason n____s be hollarin'.

[Chorus (Havoc, P, and Noyd)]

Turn this s___ up, pump this s___ up, DJ m________as burn this s___ up,
we hurt n____s
Twirl that s___ up, burn that s___ up, don't make me have the Nine spit
up, I gives a fid-uck, I hurt n____s

[Verse 2: (Havoc)]

I'm tired of tellin' n____s how the f___ I feel
you know the steel 'll put them n____s to sleep like Benedryl
these trash a__ rappers and they f__got a__ friends
talkin' like the b____es, walk around like they Men
n____s like ya'll don't get no respect
this is Hav', I die once, ya'll n____s die a Thousand deaths
cowards, you tryin' too hard to be 'bout it
you know them n____s that be fake be the ones to shout it (Holla!)
talkin' this and that, but check
turn around and get robbed in they own projects
might as well be rappin' on stage for them
b____es be baggin' you, 'cause you the one feminine
the sound of these guns got 'em shook, it's a rap
you could see the yellow stripe runnin' clear down they back
and let a n____ find out where you live at
and then blow that m________in' piece of s___ off the map.

[Verse 3 (Prodigy)]

Whattup son, dun, surprise n____, thats how we pop up on 'em
you off point you die in your sleep, thats the moral
n____, you know we get our contraban in
smokin' that dangerous, you know we got bangers
you know I'm dead real, I don't know what you was thinkin'
I'm all over the street, you better stay creepin'
I shoot n____s fair ones, I'll box you dun
you'll be six feet in that dirt, I'll stop your run.

[Chorus]