DJ Whoo Kid - Burn Something lyrics

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DJ Whoo Kid - Burn Something lyrics

[Prodigy] It's always somethin' man It's always somethin' I swear Hey get started son [Havoc] Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n n***as Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop n***as need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna clear my mind Look at n***as Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop n***as need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top [Prodigy] They must be jokin' n***as get they face peeled open Guns we unload em, Mobb fixtured omen Plus, we hit mid-sections up You wit your kids and your woman boy I'm tearing you up You wit your moms, so what I'm airin' the block When you see my hand reach for my waist you better hop And do not f** wit P, you goin' at me You better off shuttin' the f** up, trust me You got a better chance stickin that Brinks truck Than pickin' one of us for a hug We properly serve Reugers pop and whop ya head Pens go off and drop you dead Aiyyo Littles what the f** is the deal my n***a f** all this rappin' sh** let's ride on these n***as Cause this song ain't for entertainment This is a street subpoena for y'all n***as bring it [Havoc] n***as knows the deal we clap hammers and sh** b**hes love us but n***as can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherf**ers running off emotions Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something n***as knows the deal we clap hammers and sh** b**hes love us but n***as can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherf**ers running off emotions Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something [Littles] Whatchu know about two hands three guns pop out Them city boys that be movin' 'caine down south I clap for dollars and scrap about it I been around since Dappa Danns, rap vans I'm a gorilla man, I know you feel me man Queens I rep you flow let's do it Unknown marksman, I see through the scope Hit your frame and your souls apart and Number one question A & R's wanna know Where I stand in the dispute wit' Nas, Mobb and Jay-Z f** you pay me I slid in on you rap motherf**ers cause the block got lazy I'm from a place cannons burst, police never come Homie viewed my life, wrote, and got us out the slums Came home, the Mobb came to scoop me up Though I rhyme n***as still wanna shoot me up I'm that gangster gangster read all about me In your X-X-L's, Sources my crew is rowdy When them hammers back out we leave the whole block cloudy [Havoc] Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n n***as Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop n***as need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n n***as Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop n***as need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top Relax my mizzy and smoke that dro Hold her head motherf**er I'ma f** that ho Let the dutch burn n***as get split f** ya turn I ain't been givin' a f** so why should I now Watch your mouth, n***a I'm grown you just a child In a mans world n***a ac'in like a little girl It's foul, he don't wanna blow trial, why not? Cause up north n***as like him get smacked around I never turn my back, on you faceless cowards Talkin' all that sh**, don't know a thing about us I educate em with the pretty four pounder But each and every day we get flagrant and more fouler Keep it thorough, don't want that bullsh** around us Moved away from drama but some how it found us It's a small thing, let that dro burn n***a front he gettin' touched that's my word n***as knows the deal we clap hammers and sh** b**hes love us but n***as can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherf**ers running off emotions Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something n***as knows the deal we clap hammers and sh** b**hes love us but n***as can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherf**ers running off emotions Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something

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