Hurt - T.I.

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba

You pussy niggas finna make me kill one a y’all

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 that thang right up under my shirt

Run up on him where he hang and 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

Alota pussy niggas talk like broads love runnin' they mouth

That is til I run in they house

Put the gun in they mouth, tell 'em «Nigga talk shit now»

You’d think they know the gun go BOW!

I ain’t scared of the law

Naw I’m about to go to war what it is nigga 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 niggas wanna kill me too (Well where they at?)

But this ain’t bout shit cause it’s well known where I’m at

They could catch me in the booth right now if you really like that

Naw nigga let they ho get him in the whole shit, the 44 spit they holla «Oh shit!»

Protectin' her and you both hit

You betta check ya girl cause you be so sick

If the choppa leave you with no dick

Or a plastic bag holdin' yo' shit

Leave 6 in you, a couple more in ya bitch

And I don’t miss cause I’m focused nigga

(I got you Tip)

(I'm finna ride homie)

Fuck niggas might talk loud, act real, but they don’t really want this here

Pussy niggas 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 duck 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 for ya 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 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 mañana, hasta la vista, sayonara

Y tú no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow

And the next one a y’all niggas try me like that

I swear to God man I’m really gon' snap

Right now I’mma give you somethin' that a make a nigga beg «Please»

When a bullet wiz by, he’ll probably feel a little breeze

Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome

Fifth triple grip handles in the squeeze

I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit

When I go to Jacob and cop that ring

If you try to see me I’mma cock that thang

And I’mma pop that thang, and the shots gon' sting (really?)

The nigga ride inside the truck with me (and) 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 want motherfucka 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 niggas when I come through

Know that I’mma find y’all niggas, take two (break through)

Bust so many shots gun powder probably blind y’all niggas now (Okay,

okay let’s go)

See you don’t know really wanna feel that Mossberg blow (naw)

Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga

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)

Shit’ll 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 nigga, come and put your body in the dirt

I don’t play bitch, you really need to go the other way

If you ain’t know I got it under my shirt