Hurtin' 'Em Bad

[Chorus]

Yeah nigga we hurtin' em' bad

Droppin' these bangin' ass beats

Better go warn ya niggas because

Chamillion is comin' with heat

Niggas gon' recognize the realest

Soon as it hit the streets

Niggas be thinkin' they runnin' shit

But all that noise gon' seize

[Verse]

You don't want me to bat, I'ma bad ass nigga

Can't let it go when I grab that nigga

You a hold up nigga I'ma grab that nigga

If you thought like me you would've had that nigga

See you drop-out in a chrome Impala

Make a u-turn groupies gon' follow

When I spit shit man the hoes gon' holla

Cuz I'm worth more then a million dollars

But I can't let the money go to my head

It's goin to my neck and my wrist instead

I do a lil dirt and bust a lil lead

? Room see the pent I'ma roast on ya fed ?

Make a lil bread and spread a lil love

Pour a lil liquor and take a lil chug

Ya girls in love dog and that's because

I smiled at her with a mouth full of gold slugs

[Chorus]

[Verse]

The world ain't ready so we gon' shock it

The industry me and Herc gon' lock it

Billboards, don't bring up the topic

Cuz I'm bout to go into everybody pocket

Ya album oh no don't drop it

Call ya record label tell em' to stop it

Niggas gon' knock it and baller block it

I sold all out gotta re-stock it

Hear me overseas gotta get shipped up

Money in the mail, stamps get licked up

I'm tellin' ya dog, ain't no mix up

Mine get picked up and yours get ripped up

Bump in the club everybody get buck

I'm like a bullet who wanna get struck?

It's pure skill, I don't need to get luck

Ya girl out shoppin' tryna get fixed up

She know I wanna sex some

Attitude you better check some

Better not try to disrespect-some

I'm comin' round there tryna collect some

If you owe some cheddar to me

Far away is better to be

Don't wanna go to war better retreat

I get a win and you dealin' with me, What!?

[Chorus]

(*2 Men Talking*)

[Verse]

We hurt a nigga bad whole body swell up

Better yet so he can't never get up

Ain't nothin' that another nigga can't tell us

So some of y'all boys need to shut the hell up

Ya heard, I'm in a zone can't be disturbed

I can describe my style is 2 words

The shit (oh really?), every single verse

If I drop on the 4th they scared on the 3rd

I'ma big dog, you just a lil puppy

I'ma made man, you just got lucky

I'ma wildcat like them boys in Kentucky

I'm comin' to, hurt a nigga bad like Chucky

Never was a weak nigga got it messed up

We bout to, run this you better rest up

I don't care if a hater zip his vest up

I'ma blow his chest up, aim for the neck up

[Chorus] (repeat 2x)