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M - 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 wanna 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 wanna 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 B 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 wanna 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 
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 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 wanna 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








