T.I. HURT LYRICS LYRICS

Ba ba ba baa ba ba baa
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 hangin Bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
(I hope you ready)

A lot of pussy nigga talk like brawler runnin' they mouth
That is 'til I run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
Tell a nigga talk shit now
They think you know they gun go BLA
I ain't scared of the law, naw
I'm 'bout to go to war
What it is nigga win, lose, or draw
I never get caught murkin ya'll
Cause it ain't whatcha do (whatcha do?)
The question is who saw (saw)
When I'm way to raw (raw)
Catch me any day you want
You can think I'm a player if you want
But the facts that remain
If I got an AK and you don't (you don't)
Well then playa you gone (bye)
Don't get me wrong
Pussy nigga wanna kill me too (but where they at?)
But they jus' ain't 'bout shit
Cause its very well known where I'm at
They can catch me in the booth right now
If it really like that
Naw, nigga let they hoe get 'em in the whole shit
The fo fo's spit they holla "Oh shit"
Protect the ho and you both hit
You betta check ya gun cause you be so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
A plastic bag holdin' yo' shit
Least 6 in you, couple more in the bitch
And I don't miss cause I'm focused

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 hangin Bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

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

F**k niggas might talk loud, act real
But they don't really want this here
Pussy niggas better act right, lay low
We know where yo' family live
Trust me you don't want me up in yo' crib
Wit' a ski mask on duct taping your kids
You can pray all you want
But I don't forgive
You should have been doin' nothing
But ya did what ya did
I ain't gotta spell it out, pimp, you know what it is
The rest gangsta on the real man you know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons wit' me
Dressed in black
Fifty at the front door, fifty at the back
Half got 'Ks, half got macs
Bring ‘em out, bring ‘em out
Show me where they at


We can do 'em right here
We can catch 'em in a trap
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Run up on this nigga put a hole in his hat
Put his brains on the dash and his thoughts in his lap
Dump fifty more in him and tell him to hold that
Lights out, no hasta manana, hasta la vista, sara nara, y tu
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 gonna 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 its 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 hangin Bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

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

Right now I'mma give ya somethin' and make a nigga beg please
When a bullet whiz by
Probably feel a little breeze
Drop to yo knees
I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip
Double grip handle for the squeeze
I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit
When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain
If he tried to see me
I'mma cop that thang
and I'mma pop that thang
And the shots gonna sting
The nigga 'bout to set the trunk wit me
For the most part the nigga stuck with me
I'd tell you something if you really was smart
And you knew better
People probably tell ya
Don't f**k with me
Front if you want mutha f**ka
You can catch it
Smile on my face
Even if I got the rachet
Aah Pop off police pull me over
Believe I got a compartment
And I gotta stash it
Must I just remind ya niggas
When I come through
Know that I am a find ya'll niggas
Take two, break through
Bust so many shots
Gun powder probably blind ya'll niggas now
Ok, lets go see you don't really want to feel a _____ blow,
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga
When I finish this shit we'll turn it into an absurd show
Look, Listen, then you better observe yo,
The sizzle from the bullet that the glock burst slow (sss)
Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little
And had your body leanin, lookin' like a quarter past four
Stay down better, (stay down) checkin for a nigga who can put yo body in the dirt (ooo)
I don't play bitch
If you really need to go the other way
You 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 its 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 hin where he hangin Bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
hurt lyrics (T.I.)


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