| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, don’t you be comin' 'round here
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| Talking sideways, I’mma make you fly away
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, you ain’t even from around here
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| And you hissin', better listen to what I say
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, your boy keep on turfin' that’s for certain
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| I’ma hurt 'em so we better hit the highway
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, this is what I feel
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| If you spill from the grill, hit the hill, back in my day
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| Don’t get stomped
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| 'Bout to show you how it is lil' nigga
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| Talkin' loud, like it is, lil nigga
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| I’m 'bout to give it how you want it plus a little more
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| I’m 'bout to stomp your motherfuckin' head through the floor
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| See I don’t play the games the way you little niggas play 'em
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| I’m from a different day where niggas wasn’t really playing
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| I earn stripes, doing war time, frontline
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| Big homie from the show-me, I had to earn mine
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| And I be damned, can’t no music make a nigga change
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| I was raised by certain views, that’s how I maintain
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| You talkin' loud and disrespectful, your boss
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| Well watch me grab him, give him back just like he asked for
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| You little pussies different level man, I am a boss
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| I got the whole hood ready to ride at all costs
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| Just say the word if I prefer to get you pussies lost
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| But you just flappin' at the lips, so I’ma
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, don’t you be comin' 'round here
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| Talking sideways, I’mma make you fly away
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, you ain’t even from around here
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| And you hissin', better listen to what I say
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, your boy keep on turfin' that’s for certain
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| I’ma hurt 'em so we better hit the highway
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, this is what I feel
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| If you spill from the grill, hit the hill, back in my day
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| Don’t get stomped
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| What you don’t know is I’m waiting on you niggas
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| Who think I’m out trickin' with a bitch and drinkin' liquor
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| You see me minus Krizz, and with his miss and it’s an issue
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| But the security is my clique, you quick dismiss ya
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| And Big Rock, Dragon and Big Mack
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| OG Muggs but hatin' the club and push they wigs back
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| Joe Vertigo heard of your spot where your wife and kids at
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| Notice that I’m creepin' and leapin', you should’ve slid back
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| White supremacy robe at my house yellin' «I hate niggas»
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| Kick on in, Hitler, me and Zilla got grave diggers
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| Call on nueve milla
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| And seven 29s of any kind if funk erupts at any time, the AK fill ya
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| Soo-woop bidness boss dog your ass
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| Take you pussies to my Nikes, straight jog your ass
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| Try to man up, me and my niggas straight your ass
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| We on your noggin like a country dancer, club your ass, nigga
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, don’t you be comin' 'round here
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| Talking sideways, I’mma make you fly away
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, you ain’t even from around here
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| And you hissin', better listen to what I say
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, your boy keep on turfin' that’s for certain
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| I’ma hurt 'em so we better hit the highway
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, this is what I feel
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| If you spill from the grill, hit the hill, back in my day
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Backstage and I’m chillin' after rockin' a show
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| Pourin' whiskey with my Villains, while they scopin' on hoes
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| Signin' autographs, make the people all laugh
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| See I’m a fool with it, Big Scoob’s cool with it
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| But it’s a nigga I’ve been eyeing for a little while
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| He lookin' crazy, actin shady with a twisted mouth
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| So I aproach him on my own, not to rattle Dogs
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| But little buddy tryna blow me off
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| So I tell him who I’m is and the way it is
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| Keep on actin' with me, you gon' get the biz
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| I know I’m out of town, and might be out of bounds
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| But little pussy keep on pushing, I’ma send the hounds
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| Probably mad 'cause his ho chose us
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| Gutter Villains in the building, and she chose us
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| But little buddy, I can’t help you on the homefront
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| You better pick up on your pimpin 'fore you get stomped
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, don’t you be comin' 'round here
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| Talking sideways, I’mma make you fly away
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, you ain’t even from around here
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| And you hissin', better listen to what I say
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, your boy keep on turfin' that’s for certain
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| I’ma hurt 'em so we better hit the highway
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| Don’t get stomped
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| Hey, this is what I feel
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| If you spill from the grill, hit the hill, back in my day
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| Don’t get stomped |