paroles de chanson Hurt - Busta Rhymes , T.I.

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
You, pussy nigga, finna make me kill one of y'all

Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, run up on him where he hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt

Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

A lot of pussy nigga talk like broads, love runnin' theymouth
That is 'til I run in they house, put the gun in they mouth
Tell 'em, nigga, talk shit now, you'd thnk they know the gun go, bow
I ain't scared of the law, no, I'm 'bout to go to war
What it is, nigga? Win, lose or draw?

I never get caught murkin' y'all 'cause it ain't what you do
The question is, who saw? Shawty I'm way to raw?
Catch me any day you want, you could think I'ma play if you want
But the facts still remains, if I got an AK and you don't
Well, then, playa, you gone

Don't get me wrong, there's some niggas wanna kill me too
But this ain't 'bout shit 'cause it's very well known where I'm at
They can catch me in the booth right now if they really like that
No, nigga let they hoe get 'em in the whole shit
The .44 spit they holla, oh shit, protectin' her and you both hit

You better check ya girl 'cause you be so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
Or a plastic bag holdin' yo' shit
Leave six in you, a couple more in ya bitch
And I don't miss 'cause I'm focused nigga

Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, run up on him where he hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt

Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

Fuck niggas might talk loud, act real
But they don't really want this here
Pussy niggas, better act right, lay low
We know where your family live
Trust me, you don't want me up in your crib
With a ski mask on, duck tapin' your kids
You can pray all you want but I don't forgive
You should have been doin' that
Before you did what you did

I ain't gotta spell it out, pimp, you know what it is
I'll rest you case for you real, man, you know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons with me dressed in black
Fifty at the front door, fifty 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 can catch him in a trap
Run up on his 'lac put a hole in his hat
Put his brains 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 mañana, hasta la vista, sayonara
Y tú, no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow
And the next one of y'all, niggas, try me like that
I swear to God, man, I'm really gon' snap

Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, run up on him where he hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt

Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

Right now I'ma give you somethin' that a make a nigga beg, please
When a bullet wiz by, he'll probably feel a little breeze, drop to yo knees
Drop to your knees, see the big barrel of the chrome
Fifth triple grip handles 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 try to see me I'ma cop that thang
And I'ma pop that thang you know the shots gon' sting
The nigga ride inside the truck with me
For the most part the nigga stuck with me

And tell you somethin' if you really were smart and you knew better
People probably tell ya, don't fuck with me
Front if you want, motherfucker, you can catch it
Smile on my face even if I got a rachet
Pop off, police, pull me over, believe I got a compartment
If I gotta stash it

Must I just remind ya, niggas when I come through?
Know that I'ma find y'all niggas, take two (Break through)
Bust so many shots, gun powder probably blind y'all, niggas, now
Okay, okay,lets go, see you don't really wanna feel that Mossberg blow
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga
When I finish it'll turn into an absurd show (Listen)

And you better observe, yo
Feel the sizzle from the bullet of the Glock burn slow
Shit'll probably twist you up just a little and have your body leanin'
Lookin' like a quarter past four
Stay down better (Lay down)
Checkin' for a nigga, come and put your body in the dirt
I don't play bitch, if you really need to go the other way
If you ain't know I got it under my shirt

Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, run up on him where he hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt

Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first