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2009-07-23

Stomp Em Out

The midnight murder two cop bodies on my heat Walk the street with a motherf**kin straight face Little shorty flip the script huh on any punk a*s nigga or bitch The little brown skin buddha s*cker little motherf**ker I dwell in Juvenile Hell (yea yea) I got the shit that make you wanna catch a body quick f**k 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 a*s 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 f**kin cap in the neighborhood bully What now, coward a*s nigga - you ain't tough Fakin jax, I'ma call your motherf**kin 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 f**kin 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 f**k cause I retaliate, with the bullshit two-five It's only right, that I represent Sip on the E&J, straight f**k around and get mega bent Me and my crew, wild for days Burn up the stage like a motherf**kin heat wave Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain Niggaz try to front, but they know my motherf**kin 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 f**k 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 f**kin 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 motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin Goodfella We got my man ?, Rapper G ??, knahmsayin? Stomp em out, stomp em out, stomp em out

Juvenile Hell

1993-04-13

  1. Intro
  2. Me & My Crew
  3. Locked In Spofford
  4. Peer Pressure
  5. Skit #1
  6. Hold Down The Fort
  7. Bitch Ass Nigga
  8. Hit It From The Back
  9. Skit #2
  10. Stomp Em Out
  11. Skit #3
  12. Peer Pressure
  13. Project Hallways
  14. Flavor For The Non-Believes