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Hurt Someone

Twiztid feat. DJ Quick & The Dogg Pound
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Dogg Pound Gangstas Yeah nigga, ride I came from the darkness, the hardest place ever to mark this Body outline chalk style, look at the carcass Creep with me, as I roll you down the dimly lit Amber tinted streets of Compton A place where niggas throw grenades in the cemetery I don't even get it, the hatred is pretty scary And since everybody's with it, it tends to get them to blurry Until they snuff the right niggas out and it's calm again To the niggas on the porch smoking bomb again Now they could be in the suburbs on them brightly painted curbs Puffing the herb and looking for somebody to swerve on But no, it's back to the hood again Where the enemies prospects look good again Where the packs keep moving and the products got us caught up And fucking our own lot up and having our own niggas shot up It ain't us, wake up, it ain't us, wake up From something to nothing, it's truly amazing Like whimsical brush lines on Bob Ross paintings But this is psycho art, meaning the Portrait will consist of body parts Of unsuspecting victims, a leg and an arm A face and a mouth hole Becomes the canvas for us to recite the convo Exchange chains like center bites and hook flesh Now you're covered in blood, ma don't you look fresh Picture it perfect like a photo shoot Rehearse, research the product and spit it up in the vocal booth Melodramatic and addict of wickedness And the essence that we exude attacking people like a sickness We just came here to hurt somebody We just came here to hurt someone We just came here to hurt somebody We just came here to hurt someone, someone, want some You ain't even worth the download We come in six different covers, you ain't even got a bar code I'm in the sold out club rocking the bomb show While you stand outside selling your CD's for survival I'm a revival of the wickedness You want the title? Come and get it This is not even your sickest spit You put it in and a half of what I can hit you with And I'm betting about sixteen seconds you'll be still in it I'm limitless with an interest In inventing a new way to rid us of all of your wack existence For instance, fuck resistance All who ain't down will get dealt with, it's business I'll leave your chinless like a birth defect Or kidnap your pops and put your old earth to rest And I'll suggest another way to impress All the people in your life that you call friends We just came here to hurt somebody We just came here to hurt someone We just came here to hurt somebody We just came here to hurt someone, someone, want some We came here to bring the drama and fear To clear it up perfectly, will it hit the CD? Prepare it like a ghost, I'm America most West coast, fuck you up motherfucker, leave you comatose Fresh out the dungeon, I run this to a T Daz Dillinger, Dillinger, nigga DPG Old school, new school, Diggy acts a fool Get vicious with the two, breaking all the rules Spray your block up, knock up the baddest bitches Homie catch a hot one if you ain't paying attention This is what I do, you gots to pay to punk Recognize, realize, a motherfucking punk nigga I'm inflamed, causing inferno Inflamate, everything from your neck to your sternum Kurupt, D.A., motherfucking giving emcees Infantries of amazing degrees Too much turmoil, hood turn to toil I got these special edition Chucks Especially made for Snoop, that's Kurupt They call biscuits, D-O double G-Y Biscuits, the bitches love them, wanna see why? Keep on yacking and I'ma kick back, ride Kick him dead in his chest and bust him in his eye Stomping on all your homies who tryna ask why, cuz We just came here to hurt somebody We just came here to hurt someone We just came here to hurt somebody We just came here to hurt someone, someone, want some