Joell Ortiz - Stomp Thru lyrics

[Verse 1: Steele] When Smif N Wessun preforms it's guns out Not Daryl Simmons but D Ace I runs house Smack earth, wind and fire out n***as who run mouth Streets cold like the winter, birds gone fly south Put your kids in a corner like time out Look n***a, I don't give two f**s what you rhyme 'bout All your boring war stories, your shorty's, your lyin' 'bout Get you all up in the hallway your body is lying now [Verse 2: Tek] n***a, we dough getters Ho' hitters, you got to feel us co*ks**ers You know why? We gorillas Spot rushers, head busters The flow so vicious, you motherf**ers made you can't touch us Gun holster on my shoulder Money folder, bank stopper Brand dropper, six thrower Louie rocker, bottle of clicq' popper And for the green card I get your a** laced proper [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] See me, I ain't got ta' Introduce myself I'm the bank stopper Win the dice game proper 7-1-8 Partna' The zip code, where the fifth flows, a clip load At your kinfolk, get dough, no info For the price though, we gutter we don't talk Leave it on the streets like skellyboards and old chalk These things on our waist somehow give us a cold heart The closest thing to a Benz in my hood was a go-kart [Hook: Rock] We're gonna stomp through Any hood we feel like stomping through Dump, on anyone of you Just say you want it who? We from the swamps Tryna get up and get out and get that money, true But we ain't who you wanna run into We're gonna stomp through Any hood we feel like stomping through Dump, on anyone of you Just say you want it who? We from the swamps Tryna get up and get out and get that money, true But we ain't who you wanna run into Nope [Verse 4: Steele] The hammer come with a coola' That might slam into your medulla It's bug what I do for the love of Karim the ruler Showed me maneuvers I use the Ruger to shoot ya For snoozing I leave you losers behind a pool of manure Do ya just like Medusa, body stiff not moving ya Your mommy sitting boo hooin' Your boo is screwin' a new friend You and your crew gonna need more than a deuce deuce to move in Got guns like Bruce Bruce on heavy metal music [Verse 5: Tek] You're kinda young so just let me learn you That I keep a 40. underneath the thermal And a leather pair of stowaway gloves So it's, no prints, no bodies, no judge And that means no case no charges You an atheist if you don't f** with the god And I turn stacks, thousands from pennies Coppin' PRP jeans right from [?] [Verse 6: Joell Ortiz] And I cop bottles of E&J from right from Richie Liquor store, get a who*e then go pipe her silly In a room for like 50 dollars No we not doing dinner at no Benihana's I just ordered chicken, holla Ma I'm so gutter, no sister, no brother One mother, no father, no problem, oh brother Y'all gonna jump me again? Let's do it b**h Cuz like the only thing running is my nose when I'm sick [Hook: Rock] We're gonna stomp through Any hood we feel like stomping through Dump, on anyone of you Just say you want it who? We from the swamps Tryna get up and get out and get that money, true But we ain't who you wanna run into We're gonna stomp through Any hood we feel like stomping through Dump, on anyone of you Just say you want it who? We from the swamps Tryna get up and get out and get that money, true But we ain't who you wanna run into Nope