Song | Hurt |
Artist | Marty Robbins |
Album | Just A Little Sentimental |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
T.I. Ft. Alfamega & Busta Rhymes - Hurt | |
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa | |
You pussy nigga finna make me kill one of yall | |
T.I.: | |
Ain’t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
Better tell them 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 | |
When I pull away hang and bang | |
Cause it all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first (I hope they ready) | |
A lot of pussy nigga talk like bro | |
little runnin’ they mouth | |
that is till run in they house | |
put the gun in they mouth | |
tell ‘em nigga talk shit now | |
they think you know they gonna go baw | |
I ain’t scared of the law | |
Now bout to go to war | |
What it is nigga win lose or draw | |
I never get caught murkin ya’ll | |
Cause it ain’t watcha do | |
The question is who saw | |
When I’m way to raw | |
Catch me any day you want | |
You can think imma play if you want | |
But the facts still remain | |
If I got an AK and you don’t | |
Well then playa you gone | |
Don’t get me wrong | |
Pussy niggas wanna kill me too (where dey at) | |
But this ain’t bout shit | |
Cause its very well known where I’m at | |
They can catch me in the booth right now | |
If it really like that | |
Naw nigga let the hoe get em in the whole shit | |
The fo fo’s spit they holla oh shit | |
Protect the heart of you, both it | |
You betta check ya gun cause you so sick | |
If the chopper leave you with no dick | |
Buck blast and there holdin your shit | |
At least 6 of you and a couple more of you bitches | |
And I don’t miss cause I’m focused | |
Ain’t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
Better tell them 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 | |
When I pull away hang and bang | |
Cause it all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
Alfa Mega: | |
funny niggas might talk loud act real | |
But they don’t really want this here | |
Pussy niggas better act right lay low | |
We know where yo family live | |
Trust me you don’t want me up in yo crib | |
Wit a ski mask on duct taping your kids | |
You can pray all you want | |
But I don’t forgive | |
You should have been doin that | |
Before you did what you did | |
I ain’t gotta spell it out pimpin you know what it is | |
The rest gangsta on the real man you know what it is | |
Plus I got a hundred goons wit me | |
Dressed in black | |
Fifty at the front door fifty at the back | |
Half got gauges half got mags | |
Bring ‘em out bring ‘em out | |
Show ‘em where they at | |
We can do them right here | |
We can catch them in a trap | |
Run up on this nigga | |
Put a hole in his hat | |
Put his brains on the dash in the stalks | |
He has some dumb fifty more with him | |
Tell them to hold that | |
Lights out no hasta manana hasta la vista Sayonara y tu | |
No tomorrow no remorse no sorrow | |
And the next one of yall niggas try me like that | |
I swear to god man | |
Im really gonna snap | |
Ain’t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
Better tell them I ain’t playin | |
Because its all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
Ain’t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
When I pull away hang and bang | |
Cause it all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
Busta Rhymes: | |
right now all my niggas make a nigga beg please | |
When a bullet goes by | |
Probably feel a little breeze | |
Drop to yo knees | |
I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip | |
Double grip hand over the squeeze | |
I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit | |
When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain | |
If he tried to see me | |
Imma cop that thang | |
and imma pop that thang | |
And the shots gonna stay | |
Really? The nigga bout to set the trunk wit me | |
For the most part nigga your stuck with me | |
I’d tell you something if you was really smart | |
And you knew better | |
People probably tell ya | |
Don’t fuck with me | |
Front if you want mutha fucka | |
You can catch it | |
The smile on my face | |
Even if I got a rachet | |
Aah Pop off police pull me over | |
Believe I got a compartment | |
And now gotta stash it | |
Must I just remind ya niggas | |
When I come through | |
Know that I am a find ya niggas | |
Take two break through | |
Bust soo many shots | |
Come now I’ll probably blind ya’ll niggas | |
Now ok, | |
Lets go see you don’t really want to feel a mobs search blow, | |
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga | |
When I finish this shit we’ll turn it into an obsearch show | |
Look, Listen, then you better observe yo, | |
Listen to the sizzle from the bullet that the glock burst slow (sss) | |
Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little | |
And had your body leanin, lookin’ like a quarter past four | |
Stay down better, (stay down) checkin for a nigga who can put | |
yo body in the dirt (ooo) | |
I don’t play bitch | |
If you really need to go the other way | |
You know I got it under way, Sir. | |
Ain’t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
Better tell them I ain’t playin | |
Because its all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
Ain’t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
When I pull away hang and bang | |
Cause it all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
End | |
T.I. Ft. Alfamega & Busta Rhymes - Hurt |
T. I. Ft. Alfamega Busta Rhymes Hurt | |
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa | |
You pussy nigga finna make me kill one of yall | |
T. I.: | |
Ain' t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
Better tell them 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 | |
When I pull away hang and bang | |
Cause it all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first I hope they ready | |
A lot of pussy nigga talk like bro | |
little runnin' they mouth | |
that is till run in they house | |
put the gun in they mouth | |
tell ' em nigga talk shit now | |
they think you know they gonna go baw | |
I ain' t scared of the law | |
Now bout to go to war | |
What it is nigga win lose or draw | |
I never get caught murkin ya' ll | |
Cause it ain' t watcha do | |
The question is who saw | |
When I' m way to raw | |
Catch me any day you want | |
You can think imma play if you want | |
But the facts still remain | |
If I got an AK and you don' t | |
Well then playa you gone | |
Don' t get me wrong | |
Pussy niggas wanna kill me too where dey at | |
But this ain' t bout shit | |
Cause its very well known where I' m at | |
They can catch me in the booth right now | |
If it really like that | |
Naw nigga let the hoe get em in the whole shit | |
The fo fo' s spit they holla oh shit | |
Protect the heart of you, both it | |
You betta check ya gun cause you so sick | |
If the chopper leave you with no dick | |
Buck blast and there holdin your shit | |
At least 6 of you and a couple more of you bitches | |
And I don' t miss cause I' m focused | |
Ain' t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
Better tell them 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 | |
When I pull away hang and bang | |
Cause it all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
Alfa Mega: | |
funny niggas might talk loud act real | |
But they don' t really want this here | |
Pussy niggas better act right lay low | |
We know where yo family live | |
Trust me you don' t want me up in yo crib | |
Wit a ski mask on duct taping your kids | |
You can pray all you want | |
But I don' t forgive | |
You should have been doin that | |
Before you did what you did | |
I ain' t gotta spell it out pimpin you know what it is | |
The rest gangsta on the real man you know what it is | |
Plus I got a hundred goons wit me | |
Dressed in black | |
Fifty at the front door fifty at the back | |
Half got gauges half got mags | |
Bring ' em out bring ' em out | |
Show ' em where they at | |
We can do them right here | |
We can catch them in a trap | |
Run up on this nigga | |
Put a hole in his hat | |
Put his brains on the dash in the stalks | |
He has some dumb fifty more with him | |
Tell them to hold that | |
Lights out no hasta manana hasta la vista Sayonara y tu | |
No tomorrow no remorse no sorrow | |
And the next one of yall niggas try me like that | |
I swear to god man | |
Im really gonna snap | |
Ain' t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
Better tell them I ain' t playin | |
Because its all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
Ain' t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
When I pull away hang and bang | |
Cause it all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
Busta Rhymes: | |
right now all my niggas make a nigga beg please | |
When a bullet goes by | |
Probably feel a little breeze | |
Drop to yo knees | |
I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip | |
Double grip hand over the squeeze | |
I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit | |
When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain | |
If he tried to see me | |
Imma cop that thang | |
and imma pop that thang | |
And the shots gonna stay | |
Really? The nigga bout to set the trunk wit me | |
For the most part nigga your stuck with me | |
I' d tell you something if you was really smart | |
And you knew better | |
People probably tell ya | |
Don' t fuck with me | |
Front if you want mutha fucka | |
You can catch it | |
The smile on my face | |
Even if I got a rachet | |
Aah Pop off police pull me over | |
Believe I got a compartment | |
And now gotta stash it | |
Must I just remind ya niggas | |
When I come through | |
Know that I am a find ya niggas | |
Take two break through | |
Bust soo many shots | |
Come now I' ll probably blind ya' ll niggas | |
Now ok, | |
Lets go see you don' t really want to feel a mobs search blow, | |
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga | |
When I finish this shit we' ll turn it into an obsearch show | |
Look, Listen, then you better observe yo, | |
Listen to the sizzle from the bullet that the glock burst slow sss | |
Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little | |
And had your body leanin, lookin' like a quarter past four | |
Stay down better, stay down checkin for a nigga who can put | |
yo body in the dirt ooo | |
I don' t play bitch | |
If you really need to go the other way | |
You know I got it under way, Sir. | |
Ain' t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
Better tell them I ain' t playin | |
Because its all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
Ain' t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
When I pull away hang and bang | |
Cause it all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
End | |
T. I. Ft. Alfamega Busta Rhymes Hurt |
T. I. Ft. Alfamega Busta Rhymes Hurt | |
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa | |
You pussy nigga finna make me kill one of yall | |
T. I.: | |
Ain' t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
Better tell them 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 | |
When I pull away hang and bang | |
Cause it all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first I hope they ready | |
A lot of pussy nigga talk like bro | |
little runnin' they mouth | |
that is till run in they house | |
put the gun in they mouth | |
tell ' em nigga talk shit now | |
they think you know they gonna go baw | |
I ain' t scared of the law | |
Now bout to go to war | |
What it is nigga win lose or draw | |
I never get caught murkin ya' ll | |
Cause it ain' t watcha do | |
The question is who saw | |
When I' m way to raw | |
Catch me any day you want | |
You can think imma play if you want | |
But the facts still remain | |
If I got an AK and you don' t | |
Well then playa you gone | |
Don' t get me wrong | |
Pussy niggas wanna kill me too where dey at | |
But this ain' t bout shit | |
Cause its very well known where I' m at | |
They can catch me in the booth right now | |
If it really like that | |
Naw nigga let the hoe get em in the whole shit | |
The fo fo' s spit they holla oh shit | |
Protect the heart of you, both it | |
You betta check ya gun cause you so sick | |
If the chopper leave you with no dick | |
Buck blast and there holdin your shit | |
At least 6 of you and a couple more of you bitches | |
And I don' t miss cause I' m focused | |
Ain' t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
Better tell them 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 | |
When I pull away hang and bang | |
Cause it all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
Alfa Mega: | |
funny niggas might talk loud act real | |
But they don' t really want this here | |
Pussy niggas better act right lay low | |
We know where yo family live | |
Trust me you don' t want me up in yo crib | |
Wit a ski mask on duct taping your kids | |
You can pray all you want | |
But I don' t forgive | |
You should have been doin that | |
Before you did what you did | |
I ain' t gotta spell it out pimpin you know what it is | |
The rest gangsta on the real man you know what it is | |
Plus I got a hundred goons wit me | |
Dressed in black | |
Fifty at the front door fifty at the back | |
Half got gauges half got mags | |
Bring ' em out bring ' em out | |
Show ' em where they at | |
We can do them right here | |
We can catch them in a trap | |
Run up on this nigga | |
Put a hole in his hat | |
Put his brains on the dash in the stalks | |
He has some dumb fifty more with him | |
Tell them to hold that | |
Lights out no hasta manana hasta la vista Sayonara y tu | |
No tomorrow no remorse no sorrow | |
And the next one of yall niggas try me like that | |
I swear to god man | |
Im really gonna snap | |
Ain' t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
Better tell them I ain' t playin | |
Because its all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
Ain' t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
When I pull away hang and bang | |
Cause it all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
Busta Rhymes: | |
right now all my niggas make a nigga beg please | |
When a bullet goes by | |
Probably feel a little breeze | |
Drop to yo knees | |
I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip | |
Double grip hand over the squeeze | |
I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit | |
When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain | |
If he tried to see me | |
Imma cop that thang | |
and imma pop that thang | |
And the shots gonna stay | |
Really? The nigga bout to set the trunk wit me | |
For the most part nigga your stuck with me | |
I' d tell you something if you was really smart | |
And you knew better | |
People probably tell ya | |
Don' t fuck with me | |
Front if you want mutha fucka | |
You can catch it | |
The smile on my face | |
Even if I got a rachet | |
Aah Pop off police pull me over | |
Believe I got a compartment | |
And now gotta stash it | |
Must I just remind ya niggas | |
When I come through | |
Know that I am a find ya niggas | |
Take two break through | |
Bust soo many shots | |
Come now I' ll probably blind ya' ll niggas | |
Now ok, | |
Lets go see you don' t really want to feel a mobs search blow, | |
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga | |
When I finish this shit we' ll turn it into an obsearch show | |
Look, Listen, then you better observe yo, | |
Listen to the sizzle from the bullet that the glock burst slow sss | |
Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little | |
And had your body leanin, lookin' like a quarter past four | |
Stay down better, stay down checkin for a nigga who can put | |
yo body in the dirt ooo | |
I don' t play bitch | |
If you really need to go the other way | |
You know I got it under way, Sir. | |
Ain' t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
Better tell them I ain' t playin | |
Because its all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
Ain' t a damn thang change | |
I still keep that thang | |
Right up under my shirt | |
When I pull away hang and bang | |
Cause it all fun and games | |
Until somebody get hurt | |
You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
Boy you betta catch me first | |
End | |
T. I. Ft. Alfamega Busta Rhymes Hurt |