Mobb Deep - Stomp Em Out Lyrics

The midnight murder two cop bodies on my heat

Walk the street with a motherfuckin straight face

Little shorty flip the script huh

on any punk ass nigga or bitch

The little brown skin buddha sucker little motherfucker

I dwell in Juvenile Hell (yea yea)

I got the shit that make you want to catch a body quick

Fuck em up bust em down Queensbridge style

Street corner thug my title neighborhood partygoer

Noreaga was my idle (yea)

So what you want to do nigga

My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways

I got mad props, for killin cops

Little shorty hood, a little nigga no good

My twenty-five weighs a ton so run

I'm cockin back on your black ass be and it's like that

Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4X)

Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the Phillie

I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood bully

What now, coward ass nigga - you ain't tough

Fakin jax, I'ma call your motherfuckin bluff

Niggaz that violate get me vexed

Son got the mac, Noyd got the tec

I'm catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up

Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three G's

Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound

(??) Yeah kid, you know I got dat

Jump in the hooptie, countin up my loot deep

? on my vest in case niggaz want to shoot me

Niggaz blazin at my ride, but I don't give a fuck

cause I retaliate, with the bullshit two-five

It's only right, that I represent

Sip on the E&J, straight fuck around and get mega bent

Me and my crew, wild for days

Burn up the stage like a motherfuckin heat wave

Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain

Niggaz try to front, but they know my motherfuckin name

Straight from the Bridge, yeah, you know my style kid

I have you shook like a twenty-five to life bid

[ragga chatta - can't make it out]

[Big Noyd]

Blowin niggaz out the frame, yes it's part of the game

If your style ain't fit, you need to flip the script

and get on it, you might think it's all about that bullshit

But shit get real, with a mac and two clips

Niggaz with a hoodie, hmm, somethin's up

Thought you heard a scream, and next I heard a buck

Bow, I knelt down, one knee on the ground

I pull out the glock and Twin pull out the four pound

Shit is real sprayin rocks on the block

If you want to carry G's you got to carry a glock

and go all out, get down for your crown, don't fuck around

Nigga tried to front, believe me get beat down

and turn around get popped with the glock in a sec

while your man got the tec to his fuckin neck

You know my style kid, you know I'm wild kid

Don't try to front that make me flip and catch a damn bid

Representin from the 'Bridge, you know how it is

My name is Big Noyd, stomp em out kid

[Mobb Deep chorus while Big Noyd speaks]

KnowhatI'msayin? Big Noyd in the motherfuckin house

Representin from the Queensbridge housin

My man Big Twin, knahmsayin, Vic Nice

?? like that

Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin

Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin

Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin

Keep it flowin check it out

Shout out to my motherfuckin Goodfella

We got my man ?, Rapper G

??, knahmsayin? Stomp em out, stomp em out, stomp em out