Chris Gehringer - Stomp 'Em Out lyrics

The midnight murder, two cop bodies on my heat Walk the street with a motherf**in straight face Little shorty flip the script, huh On any punk a** n***a or b**h The little brown skin buddha s**er, little motherf**er I dwell, in Juvenile Hell (yea yea) I got the sh** that make you wanna catch a body quick f** em up, bust em down, Queensbridge style Street corner thug, my title neighborhood partygoer Noreaga was my idle (yea) So what you wanna do n***a My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways I got mad props, for k**in cops Little shorty hood, a little n***a no good My twenty-five weighs a ton so run I'm co*kin back on your black a** B and it's like that Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4X) Throw on my hoodie, when n***as lit the Phillie I put a f**in cap in the neighborhood bully What now, coward a** n***a - you ain't tough Fakin jax, I'mma call your motherf**in bluffrew, wild for days Burn up the stage like a motherf**in heat wave Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain n***as try to front, but they know my motherf**in 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 n***as 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 bullsh** But sh** get real, with Representin from the 'Bridge, you know how it is My name is Big Noyd, stomp em out kid [Mobb Deep Hook while Big Noyd speaks] KnowhatI'msayin? Big Noyd in the motherf**in 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**in Goodfella We got my man ?, Rapper G ??, knahmsayin? Stomp em out, stomp em out, stomp em out