Goodfella - Hurt 'Em lyrics

[Intro: GoodFella, (Moor), /CiNo/] (CiNo!)/Let's Do it!/ (Viviani!) (Let's get this battle started. Alright, you want heads or tails?) Heads (It's head) Nah let this n***a go first, I don't trust this motherf**er! He's going to splack me mid-verse /What you say?/ f** you! [Hook] I don't want to do this anymore I don't want to be the reason why Every time I walk out the door I see you die a little more inside I don't want to Hurt 'Em anymore I don't want to take away his life I don't want to be a Murderer! (2X) [Verse 1: CiNo] Yo, But your time has come, no time to find a gun After tonight your family's parties will be minus one I'll cut you up like raw beef You don't want it with the squad chief I'll expose you to the world, how you're such a f**ing fraud, thief You take a break, stay low-key Then pretend you don't know me I'm a take an eighty-ton gold piece and bang it straight into your goatee Now that's magic, knock you out, no Craftmatic! I'm fast at it, wack f*ggot! Flame spitter like the Last Dragon They already know I'll defeat you on the court! Your crew's like 'CiNo, please be easy with the sport!' Keep saying you're hungry, I'll drop some f**ing pasta with meatballs On the ground and make your a** eat it off the floor Like the b**h you are! I'ma hit you hard Call it spic on spic violence, I'll get you scarred Making me the enemy will never get you far They call me alcoholic cause I only give you bars, but... [Hook:] I don't want to do this anymore I don't want to be the reason why Every time I walk out the door I see you die a little more inside I don't want to Hurt 'Em anymore I don't want to take away his life I don't want to be a Murderer! (2X) [Verse 2: GoodFella] Hi! Viviani here, witness the Perico addicted b**h Digging himself a ditch, cuz going against G- double –OD Is like B-balling with Kobe tread slowly, homie Hip Hop's nothing more than a flick of the wrist for me You Rondo at the free throw, I'm on point like Ginobli When I rip sh**, my clique howling: They know my bite'll tear through your tissue like the bite of Rottweiler's You the mock tonight, why? cause you can't rock the mic wilder Tell them Moor, I'm more than metaphors I'm more like deadly force Born with a semi forge Armed in my vocal chords Firing squad co*ked You're in my sight locked So when you battle me, take a grown man stance Or be a casualty stepping into no man's land And if you thought that was it, my n***a, you shouldn't gamble f** it, I think the entire crowd should grab you Hold you in a pedestal high in the sky, the slam you I mean, higher than the Empire then laugh fool But before you get pushed I'll show my gratitude And hand you a fat bag of the Mango – Kush So you could get your mind stoned Red, leaking down the gravel Dead, bleeding staring at combat boots Pay close attention my n***a, better diss me as hard as you can So the crowd can bang to the comebacks, dude! Come on man! [Hook:] I don't want to do this anymore I don't want to be the reason why Every time I walk out the door I see you die a little more inside I don't want to Hurt 'Em anymore I don't want to take away his life I don't want to be a Murderer! [Outro]