| The midnight murder, two cop bodies on my heat
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| Walk the street with a motherfuckin straight face
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| Little shorty flip the script, huh
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| on any punk ass nigga or bitch
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| The little brown skin buddha sucker, little motherfucker
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| I dwell, in Juvenile Hell (yea yea)
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| I got the shit that make you wanna catch a body quick
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| Fuck em up, bust em down, Queensbridge style
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| Street corner thug, my title neighborhood partygoer
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| Noreaga was my idle (yea)
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| So what you wanna do nigga
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| My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways
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| I got mad props, for killin cops
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| Little shorty hood, a little nigga no good
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| My twenty-five weighs a ton so run
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| I’m cockin back on your black ass B and it’s like that
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| Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4X)
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| Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the Phillie
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| I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood bully
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| What now, coward ass nigga — you ain’t tough
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| Fakin jax, I’ma call your motherfuckin bluff
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| Niggaz that violate get me vexed
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| Son got the mac, Noyd got the tec
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| I’m catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up Town? |
| the ki’s, flippin twenty-three G’s
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| Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound
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| (??) Yeah kid, you know I got dat
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| Jump in the hooptie, countin up my loot deep
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| ? |
| on my vest in case niggaz wanna shoot me Niggaz blazin at my ride, but I don’t give a fuck
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| cause I retaliate, with the bullshit two-five
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| It’s only right, that I represent
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| Sip on the E&J, straight fuck around and get mega bent
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| Me and my crew, wild for days
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| Burn up the stage like a motherfuckin heat wave
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| Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain
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| Niggaz try to front, but they know my motherfuckin name
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| Straight from the Bridge, yeah, you know my style kid
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| I have you shook like a twenty-five to life bid
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| Blowin niggaz out the frame, yes it’s part of the game
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| If your style ain’t fit, you need to flip the script
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| and get on it, you might think it’s all about that bullshit
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| But shit get real, with a mac and two clips
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| Niggaz with a hoodie, hmm, somethin’s up Thought you heard a scream, and next I heard a buck
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| Bow, I knelt down, one knee on the ground
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| I pull out the glock and Twin pull out the four pound
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| Shit is real sprayin rocks on the block
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| If you wanna carry G’s you got to carry a glock
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| and go all out, get down for your crown, don’t fuck around
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| Nigga tried to front, believe me get beat down
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| and turn around get popped with the glock in a sec
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| while your man got the tec to his fuckin neck
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| You know my style kid, you know I’m wild kid
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| Don’t try to front that make me flip and catch a damn bid
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| Representin from the 'Bridge, you know how it is My name is Big Noyd, stomp em out kid
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| KnowhatI’msayin? |
| Big Noyd in the motherfuckin house
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| Representin from the Queensbridge housin
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| My man Big Twin, knahmsayin, Vic Nice
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| ?? |
| like that
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| Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
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| Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
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| Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
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| Keep it flowin check it out
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| Shout out to my motherfuckin Goodfella
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| We got my man ?, Rapper G
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| ??, knahmsayin? |
| Stomp em out, stomp em out, stomp em out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stomp Em Out , by - Mobb Deep. Song from the album Juvenile Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп