Artist: DJ WhooKid f/ Littles, Mobb Deep Album: Hood Radio V. 1 Song: Burn Something Typed by: QUEENSBRIDGE16@hotmail.com [Prodigy] It's always somethin' man It's always somethin' I swear Hey get started son [Havoc] Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna clear my mind Look at niggas Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top [Prodigy] They must be jokin' niggas get they face peeled open Guns we unload em, Mobb fixtured omen Plus, we hit mid-sections up You wit your kids and your woman boy I'm tearing you up You wit your moms, so what I'm airin' the block When you see my hand reach for my waist you better hop And do not fuck wit P, you goin' at me You better off shuttin' the fuck up, trust me You got a better chance stickin that Brinks truck Than pickin' one of us for a hug We properly serve Reugers pop and whop ya head Pens go off and drop you dead Aiyyo Littles what the fuck is the deal my nigga Fuck all this rappin' shit let's ride on these niggas Cause this song ain't for entertainment This is a street subpoena for y'all niggas bring it [Havoc] Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something [Littles] Whatchu know about two hands three guns pop out Them city boys that be movin' 'caine down south I clap for dollars and scrap about it I been around since Dappa Danns, rap vans I'm a gorilla man, I know you feel me man Queens I rep you flow let's do it Unknown marksman, I see through the scope Hit your frame and your souls apart and Number one question A & R's wanna know Where I stand in the dispute wit' Nas, Mobb and Jay-Z Fuck you pay me I slid in on you rap motherfuckers cause the block got lazy I'm from a place cannons burst, police never come Homie viewed my life, wrote, and got us out the slums Came home, the Mobb came to scoop me up Though I rhyme niggas still wanna shoot me up I'm that gangster gangster read all about me In your X-X-L's, Sources my crew is rowdy When them hammers back out we leave the whole block cloudy [Havoc] Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top Relax my mizzy and smoke that dro Hold her head motherfucker I'ma fuck that ho Let the dutch burn niggas get split fuck ya turn I ain't been givin' a fuck so why should I now Watch your mouth, nigga I'm grown you just a child In a mans world nigga ac'in like a little girl It's foul, he don't wanna blow trial, why not? Cause up north niggas like him get smacked around I never turn my back, on you faceless cowards Talkin' all that shit, don't know a thing about us I educate em with the pretty four pounder But each and every day we get flagrant and more fouler Keep it thorough, don't want that bullshit around us Moved away from drama but some how it found us It's a small thing, let that dro burn Nigga front he gettin' touched that's my word Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something