T.I. - Hurt lyrics

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba You p**y n***as finna make me k** one a y'all [Hook] Ain't a damn thang change I still keep that thang right up under my shirt Betta tell 'em I ain't playin' because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt Ain't a damn thang change I still keep thang right up under my shirt Run up on him where he hangin', BANG! cause it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first [T.I.] Alotta p**y n***as talk like broads love runnin' they mouth But then turn and run in they house Put the gun in they mouth, tell a n***a talk sh** now Next thing you think you know the go POW I ain't scared of the law Naw, I'm prepared to war what it is n***a win lose or draw I'll never get caught murkin' y'all cuz it ain't what you do The question is who saw? Shawty I'm way too raw Catch me any day you want you could think I'm a play if you want But the fact still remain if I got a AK and you don't Well then playa you gone Don't get me wrong there's some n***as wanna k** me too (Well where they at?) But they ain't sayin' bout sh** because they very well know where I'm at They could catch me in the booth right if it really like that Naw n***a that they hoe get him in the whole sh**, the 44 spit they holla oh sh** Protectin' her and you both hit You betta check ya girl or you be so sick If the choppa leave you with no dick Or a plastic bag holdin' yo' sh** Leave 6 in you, a couple more in ya b**h And I don't miss 'cause I'm focused n***a [Hook] [Alfa Mega] I got you tip I'm finna ride homie f** n***as might talk loud act real, but they don't really want this here p**y n***as betta act right, lay low we know where ya family live Trust me you don't want me up in ya crib with a ski mask on duct tapin ya kids You can pray all you want but I don't forgive Ya shoulda been doin' that before ya did whatcha did I ain't gotta spell it out pimp you know what it is I'll rest you case to ya real man you know what it is Plus I got a hundred goons with me, dressed in black Fifty at the front door, 50 at the back Half got K's, half got Macs Bring 'em out, bring em out, show me where he at We can do him right here, we could catch him in trap Run up on his 'lac put a hole in his hat With his brain on the dash, and his thoughts in his lap and dump 50 more on him and tell him to hold that Lights out, no hasta manana, hasta la vista, sayonara Y tu no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow And the next one a y'all n***as try me like that I swear to God man I'm really gon' snap [Hook] [Busta Rhymes] Right now I'ma give you somethin' that a make a n***a beg please When a bullet whiz by I could feel a little breeze Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome fifth triple grip handle in the squeeze I keep a couple of those for the n***az who talk sh** when I go to Jacob and cop that ring If you try to see me I'ma co*k that thang And I'ma pop that thang, and the shots gon' stain (really?) The n***a ride inside the truck with me (and) for the most part the n***a stuck with me And tell you somethin' if you really were smart and you knew better people probably tell ya don't f** with me Front if want motherf**a you can catch it Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet Pop off (police) pull me over believe I got a compartment if I gotta stash it Must I just remind y'all n***az when I come through Know that I'ma find y'all n***az take two Bust so many shots gun powder probably blind y'all n***az now (Ok, ok let's go) See you don't know really wanna feel that Mossberg blow (naw) Clap up a n***a then I cap up a n***a When I finish it'll turn into an absurd show (listen) Then you better observe yo Feel the sizzle from the bullet of the glock burn slow (ssss) sh** probably twist you up just a little and have your body leanin' lookin' like a quarter past four Stay down betta (lay down) Checkin' for a n***a, come and put your body in the dirt I don't play b**h you, really need to go the other way If you ain't know I got it under my shirt