Stomp 'em out - Mobb Deep
The midnight murder, two cop bodies on my heat
Walk the street with a motherf_ckin straight face
Little shorty flip the script, huh
on any punk ass n_gga or b_tch
The little brown skin buddha s_cker, little motherf_cker
I dwell, in Juvenile Hell (yea yea)
I got the sh_t that make you wanna catch a body quick
F_ck em up, bust em down, Queensbridge style
Street corner thug, my title neighborhood partygoer
Noreaga was my idle (yea)
So what you wanna do n_gga
My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways
I got mad props, for killin cops
Little shorty hood, a little n_gga no good
My twenty-five weighs a ton so run
I'm cockin back on your black ass B and it's like that
Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4X)
Throw on my hoodie, when n_ggaz lit the Phillie
I put a f_ckin cap in the neighborhood bully
What now, coward ass n_gga - you ain't tough
Fakin jax, I'ma call your motherf_ckin bluff
N_ggaz that violate get me vexed
Son got the mac, Noyd got the tec
I'm catchin body baggin n_ggaz like deez up
Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three G's
Around the way bustin pills by the f_ckin pound
(??) Yeah kid, you know I got dat
Jump in the hooptie, countin up my loot deep
? on my vest in case n_ggaz wanna shoot me
N_ggaz blazin at my ride, but I don't give a f_ck
cause I retaliate, with the bullsh_t two-five
It's only right, that I represent
Sip on the E&J, straight f_ck around and get mega bent
Me and my crew, wild for days
Burn up the stage like a motherf_ckin heat wave
Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain
N_ggaz try to front, but they know my motherf_ckin name
Straight from the Bridge, yeah, you know my style kid
I have you shook like a twenty-five to life bid
[ragga chatta - can't make it out]
[Big Noyd]
Blowin n_ggaz 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 bullsh_t
But sh_t get real, with a mac and two clips
N_ggaz with a hoodie, hmm, somethin's up
Thought you heard a scream, and next I heard a buck
Bow, I knelt down, one knee on the ground
I pull out the glock and Twin pull out the four pound
Sh_t is real sprayin rocks on the block
If you wanna carry G's you got to carry a glock
and go all out, get down for your crown, don't f_ck around
N_gga tried to front, believe me get beat down
and turn around get popped with the glock in a sec
while your man got the tec to his f_ckin neck
You know my style kid, you know I'm wild kid
Don't try to front that 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
[Mobb Deep chorus while Big Noyd speaks]
KnowhatI'msayin? Big Noyd in the motherf_ckin house
Representin from the Queensbridge housin
My man Big Twin, knahmsayin, Vic Nice
?? like that
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it flowin check it out
Shout out to my motherf_ckin Goodfella
We got my man ?, Rapper G
??, knahmsayin? Stomp em out, stomp em out, stomp em ou
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