T.I.

T.I. - Hurt lyrics

rate me

Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba

You pussy niggas feelin to make me kill one a ya'll

Aint a damn thing changed, I still keep that thang

Right up under my shirt

Better tell em I aint playin

Cuz its all fun and games

Until somebody get hurt

Aint a damn thing changed, I still keep that thang

Right up under my shirt

Run up on the way hang and bang

Cuz its all fun and games

Until somebody get hurt

You feelin to get hurt, murked, Put em in the dirt, boy you better catch me first

A lot a pussy niggas talk like brawl, runnin they mouth

That is till I run in they house, put the gun up in they mouth

Tell a nigga talk shit now, and then you know the gun go BLAO

I aint scared of the law, naw

Ima bout to go to war, what it is nigga, win lose or draw

I never get caught murkin yall, cuz it aint wat you do

The question is who saw? Im way too raw

Catch me any day you want, You can think im a player if you want

But that fact still remains that if I got an AK and you don't

Well then playa you gone

Don't get me wrong cuz some niggas wana kill me too (but where they at?)

But it aint bout shit, cuz its very well known where im at

You can catch me in the booth right now if it really like that

Naw nigga let me ho get, I mean the whole shit

The 44 spit, they holla “oh shit”, you protectin her, then you both hit

You better check your gut cuz you be so sick

Let the chopper leave you wit no dick, Or a plastic bag holdin your shit

Leave six in you, a couple more in the bitch

And I don't miss, cuz im focused

A lot of niggas might talk loud, act real

But they don't really want this here

Pussy niggas better act right, lay low

We know where ya family live

Trust me you don't want me up in yo crib

Wit a ski mask o,n duct tapin ya kids

You can pray all you want but I don't forgive

You shoulda been doin that before you did what you did

I aint gotta spell it out, pimp you know what it is

Unless incase you are real, you know what it is

Plus I got a hundred goons wit me dressed in black

50 at the front door, 50 at the back

Half got Ks half got Macs

Bring em out bring em out show me where they at

We can do em right here or we can catch em in the trap

Run up on this nigga put a hole in his hat

His brains on the dash and his thoughts in his lap

Dump 50 more in em and tell em to hold that

Lights out, no austa miata, asta la vista, sia nara

E too, no tomorrow, no remorse, and no sorrow

And the next one of yall niggas try me like that

I swear to god im really gon snap

Right now Ima give ya somethin thatll make a nigga beg please

When the bullet blows by make you feel a little breeze

Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome fifth rubber grip handle for the squeeze

I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit when I go to Jacob and I cop that ring

If you tryin to see me ima cock that thing, ima pop that thing, shots gon sting, really?

The nigga by this other truck with me, and, for most of the other niggas stuck with me

Ill tell you something, if you really were smart and you knew better people would probably tell you don't f**k wit me

(Front) if you want motherf**ker you can catch it

Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet

Pop off, police pull me over, belief I gotta compartment if I gotta stash it

Must I just remind yall niggas when I come through knowin ima find yall niggas

Take two, break two, bust so many shots, gunpowder probably blind yall niggas

Ok, See you don't really wanna feel a Mossberg blow

Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga, when I finish it'll turn into a observe show

Look, listen, and you better observe yo

Shitll probably twist you up just a little

And have your body leanin like a quarter past fo

Stay down, better lay down, checkin for a nigga comin n put ya body in the dirt

I don't play bitch, you really need to go the other way even though I got it under my shirt

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