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letra de don't get stomped - mic handz

verse 1 (mic handz)

ya nig– handz is moving/
30 men strong/ 60 hands on
any nig– / fronting like/
his head can’t get gone
my fleet goon
spinning cross your noon / like monsoons
high winds / grenade pins
leaving your block doomed
front line
-rs-nal of nig–# / dat’s all spine
5 star general /these criminals all mine
destroy
da hardest /of the obvious decoys
deploy /a tactical -ssault/
on ya convoy
fall back
or get ya wig cracked on your door mat
my venom spitter’s/ spit the heat
dat’ll puncture your hazmat black
we come ready
rocks and blocks steady
locks and blocks / buckets of rocks
and machetes
my team ill/
flatbush brooklyn to brownsville
run up in da riots /and stand still
that wintery cold chill
ya feel /when the irons / at cho grill
ain’t nothing but/
a nig– that’s all real
now don’t get stomped

hook (mic handz)

this my world/ this my city
this my block/ who wan rock wit me
its all real
flatbush brooklyn to brownsville
its hot
how you ni–as
gone stand still
now don’t get stomped

(2nd stanza)

-everybody acting hard in the club
don’t get stomped
– on the block holding bundles of drugs
don’t get stomped
– on the streets out in nyc
don’t get stomped
-tryina tussle wit me for real
don’t get stomped

verse 2 (lil fame (m.o.p.))

kings county / murder by the numbers/
catch the body / of a suicide jumper
(clack clack)
catch a bullet like chris angle
f-ck wit the big dog/ get mobbed/
get mangled
(wus up)
school of hard knocks
ni–as learn ya lessons/
i am the essence of a “g”/
feel it in my presence
i black out /
leave you laying on the asphalt
(ni–a)
spas out on you/ like i’m on bath salts
consider they / consider me a legend
i’m just trying / to keep up with
rakim’s rhymes from 87′
718 /187 do the basics
stomp
cold cases
stomp
a ni–a face in
stomp
i ain’t these other dudes/
really this is my life
offspring of a tomahawk/
bring you the highlights
you won’t believe it/
till the irons in you’re grill
you f-ckin wit a ni–a/
dat’s all real
now don’t get stomped

hook (mic handz)

this my world/ this my city
this my block/ who wan rock wit me
its all real
flatbush brooklyn to brownsville
its hot
how you ni–as
gone stand still
now don’t get stomped

(2nd stanza)

verse 3 (mic handz)

listen closely lil ni–a/ i don’t play right
i’m the type / to hit him while he sleeping
cl!ck his night light/
split his wife
split his spinal column/ with the same knife
show at the funeral/
like “he look good, but he ain’t laying right”/
i’m saying like
every ni–a with me keep dat mascot/
let the thirteen howl / then plow through his ascot
masked up we mash out/
harriet mapping / tubbing dat cash route
run through the club while he dubbing/
and drag his -ss out
fast bout
folding his traps /until he taps out
tape a ni–a slots/ pull his arm
until he cash out
stomp
– get cha place hit
stomp
– through da bas-m-nt
stomp
– through ya mids /get yo kids and your face hit
stomp
handz and fizzy/
put pressure on ni–as chest plates
interrupt his breathing/
then lean him / against his god’s gate
hold still
quit cryin / when there’s iron / at your grill
ain’t nothing but/ then ni–as
dat’s all real
now don’t get stomped

hook (mic handz)

this my world/ this my city
this my block/ who wan rock wit me
its all real
flatbush brooklyn to brownsville
its hot
how you ni–as
gone stand still
now don’t get stomped

(2nd stanza)

- mic handz

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