| Song | Hurt |
| Artist | Marty Robbins |
| Album | Just A Little Sentimental |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| T.I. Ft. Alfamega & Busta Rhymes - Hurt | |
| Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa | |
| You pussy nigga finna make me kill one of yall | |
| T.I.: | |
| Ain’t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| Better tell them I ain’t playin | |
| Because it’s all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| Ain’t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| When I pull away hang and bang | |
| Cause it all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first (I hope they ready) | |
| A lot of pussy nigga talk like bro | |
| little runnin’ they mouth | |
| that is till run in they house | |
| put the gun in they mouth | |
| tell ‘em nigga talk shit now | |
| they think you know they gonna go baw | |
| I ain’t scared of the law | |
| Now bout to go to war | |
| What it is nigga win lose or draw | |
| I never get caught murkin ya’ll | |
| Cause it ain’t watcha do | |
| The question is who saw | |
| When I’m way to raw | |
| Catch me any day you want | |
| You can think imma play if you want | |
| But the facts still remain | |
| If I got an AK and you don’t | |
| Well then playa you gone | |
| Don’t get me wrong | |
| Pussy niggas wanna kill me too (where dey at) | |
| But this ain’t bout shit | |
| Cause its very well known where I’m at | |
| They can catch me in the booth right now | |
| If it really like that | |
| Naw nigga let the hoe get em in the whole shit | |
| The fo fo’s spit they holla oh shit | |
| Protect the heart of you, both it | |
| You betta check ya gun cause you so sick | |
| If the chopper leave you with no dick | |
| Buck blast and there holdin your shit | |
| At least 6 of you and a couple more of you bitches | |
| And I don’t miss cause I’m focused | |
| Ain’t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| Better tell them I ain’t playin | |
| Because it’s all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| Ain’t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| When I pull away hang and bang | |
| Cause it all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| Alfa Mega: | |
| funny niggas might talk loud act real | |
| But they don’t really want this here | |
| Pussy niggas better act right lay low | |
| We know where yo family live | |
| Trust me you don’t want me up in yo crib | |
| Wit a ski mask on duct taping your kids | |
| You can pray all you want | |
| But I don’t forgive | |
| You should have been doin that | |
| Before you did what you did | |
| I ain’t gotta spell it out pimpin you know what it is | |
| The rest gangsta on the real man you know what it is | |
| Plus I got a hundred goons wit me | |
| Dressed in black | |
| Fifty at the front door fifty at the back | |
| Half got gauges half got mags | |
| Bring ‘em out bring ‘em out | |
| Show ‘em where they at | |
| We can do them right here | |
| We can catch them in a trap | |
| Run up on this nigga | |
| Put a hole in his hat | |
| Put his brains on the dash in the stalks | |
| He has some dumb fifty more with him | |
| Tell them to hold that | |
| Lights out no hasta manana hasta la vista Sayonara y tu | |
| No tomorrow no remorse no sorrow | |
| And the next one of yall niggas try me like that | |
| I swear to god man | |
| Im really gonna snap | |
| Ain’t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| Better tell them I ain’t playin | |
| Because its all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| Ain’t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| When I pull away hang and bang | |
| Cause it all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| Busta Rhymes: | |
| right now all my niggas make a nigga beg please | |
| When a bullet goes by | |
| Probably feel a little breeze | |
| Drop to yo knees | |
| I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip | |
| Double grip hand over the squeeze | |
| I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit | |
| When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain | |
| If he tried to see me | |
| Imma cop that thang | |
| and imma pop that thang | |
| And the shots gonna stay | |
| Really? The nigga bout to set the trunk wit me | |
| For the most part nigga your stuck with me | |
| I’d tell you something if you was really smart | |
| And you knew better | |
| People probably tell ya | |
| Don’t fuck with me | |
| Front if you want mutha fucka | |
| You can catch it | |
| The smile on my face | |
| Even if I got a rachet | |
| Aah Pop off police pull me over | |
| Believe I got a compartment | |
| And now gotta stash it | |
| Must I just remind ya niggas | |
| When I come through | |
| Know that I am a find ya niggas | |
| Take two break through | |
| Bust soo many shots | |
| Come now I’ll probably blind ya’ll niggas | |
| Now ok, | |
| Lets go see you don’t really want to feel a mobs search blow, | |
| Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga | |
| When I finish this shit we’ll turn it into an obsearch show | |
| Look, Listen, then you better observe yo, | |
| Listen to the sizzle from the bullet that the glock burst slow (sss) | |
| Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little | |
| And had your body leanin, lookin’ like a quarter past four | |
| Stay down better, (stay down) checkin for a nigga who can put | |
| yo body in the dirt (ooo) | |
| I don’t play bitch | |
| If you really need to go the other way | |
| You know I got it under way, Sir. | |
| Ain’t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| Better tell them I ain’t playin | |
| Because its all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| Ain’t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| When I pull away hang and bang | |
| Cause it all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| End | |
| T.I. Ft. Alfamega & Busta Rhymes - Hurt |
| T. I. Ft. Alfamega Busta Rhymes Hurt | |
| Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa | |
| You pussy nigga finna make me kill one of yall | |
| T. I.: | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| Better tell them I ain' t playin | |
| Because it' s all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| When I pull away hang and bang | |
| Cause it all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first I hope they ready | |
| A lot of pussy nigga talk like bro | |
| little runnin' they mouth | |
| that is till run in they house | |
| put the gun in they mouth | |
| tell ' em nigga talk shit now | |
| they think you know they gonna go baw | |
| I ain' t scared of the law | |
| Now bout to go to war | |
| What it is nigga win lose or draw | |
| I never get caught murkin ya' ll | |
| Cause it ain' t watcha do | |
| The question is who saw | |
| When I' m way to raw | |
| Catch me any day you want | |
| You can think imma play if you want | |
| But the facts still remain | |
| If I got an AK and you don' t | |
| Well then playa you gone | |
| Don' t get me wrong | |
| Pussy niggas wanna kill me too where dey at | |
| But this ain' t bout shit | |
| Cause its very well known where I' m at | |
| They can catch me in the booth right now | |
| If it really like that | |
| Naw nigga let the hoe get em in the whole shit | |
| The fo fo' s spit they holla oh shit | |
| Protect the heart of you, both it | |
| You betta check ya gun cause you so sick | |
| If the chopper leave you with no dick | |
| Buck blast and there holdin your shit | |
| At least 6 of you and a couple more of you bitches | |
| And I don' t miss cause I' m focused | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| Better tell them I ain' t playin | |
| Because it' s all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| When I pull away hang and bang | |
| Cause it all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| Alfa Mega: | |
| funny niggas might talk loud act real | |
| But they don' t really want this here | |
| Pussy niggas better act right lay low | |
| We know where yo family live | |
| Trust me you don' t want me up in yo crib | |
| Wit a ski mask on duct taping your kids | |
| You can pray all you want | |
| But I don' t forgive | |
| You should have been doin that | |
| Before you did what you did | |
| I ain' t gotta spell it out pimpin you know what it is | |
| The rest gangsta on the real man you know what it is | |
| Plus I got a hundred goons wit me | |
| Dressed in black | |
| Fifty at the front door fifty at the back | |
| Half got gauges half got mags | |
| Bring ' em out bring ' em out | |
| Show ' em where they at | |
| We can do them right here | |
| We can catch them in a trap | |
| Run up on this nigga | |
| Put a hole in his hat | |
| Put his brains on the dash in the stalks | |
| He has some dumb fifty more with him | |
| Tell them to hold that | |
| Lights out no hasta manana hasta la vista Sayonara y tu | |
| No tomorrow no remorse no sorrow | |
| And the next one of yall niggas try me like that | |
| I swear to god man | |
| Im really gonna snap | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| Better tell them I ain' t playin | |
| Because its all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| When I pull away hang and bang | |
| Cause it all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| Busta Rhymes: | |
| right now all my niggas make a nigga beg please | |
| When a bullet goes by | |
| Probably feel a little breeze | |
| Drop to yo knees | |
| I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip | |
| Double grip hand over the squeeze | |
| I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit | |
| When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain | |
| If he tried to see me | |
| Imma cop that thang | |
| and imma pop that thang | |
| And the shots gonna stay | |
| Really? The nigga bout to set the trunk wit me | |
| For the most part nigga your stuck with me | |
| I' d tell you something if you was really smart | |
| And you knew better | |
| People probably tell ya | |
| Don' t fuck with me | |
| Front if you want mutha fucka | |
| You can catch it | |
| The smile on my face | |
| Even if I got a rachet | |
| Aah Pop off police pull me over | |
| Believe I got a compartment | |
| And now gotta stash it | |
| Must I just remind ya niggas | |
| When I come through | |
| Know that I am a find ya niggas | |
| Take two break through | |
| Bust soo many shots | |
| Come now I' ll probably blind ya' ll niggas | |
| Now ok, | |
| Lets go see you don' t really want to feel a mobs search blow, | |
| Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga | |
| When I finish this shit we' ll turn it into an obsearch show | |
| Look, Listen, then you better observe yo, | |
| Listen to the sizzle from the bullet that the glock burst slow sss | |
| Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little | |
| And had your body leanin, lookin' like a quarter past four | |
| Stay down better, stay down checkin for a nigga who can put | |
| yo body in the dirt ooo | |
| I don' t play bitch | |
| If you really need to go the other way | |
| You know I got it under way, Sir. | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| Better tell them I ain' t playin | |
| Because its all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| When I pull away hang and bang | |
| Cause it all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| End | |
| T. I. Ft. Alfamega Busta Rhymes Hurt |
| T. I. Ft. Alfamega Busta Rhymes Hurt | |
| Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa | |
| You pussy nigga finna make me kill one of yall | |
| T. I.: | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| Better tell them I ain' t playin | |
| Because it' s all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| When I pull away hang and bang | |
| Cause it all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first I hope they ready | |
| A lot of pussy nigga talk like bro | |
| little runnin' they mouth | |
| that is till run in they house | |
| put the gun in they mouth | |
| tell ' em nigga talk shit now | |
| they think you know they gonna go baw | |
| I ain' t scared of the law | |
| Now bout to go to war | |
| What it is nigga win lose or draw | |
| I never get caught murkin ya' ll | |
| Cause it ain' t watcha do | |
| The question is who saw | |
| When I' m way to raw | |
| Catch me any day you want | |
| You can think imma play if you want | |
| But the facts still remain | |
| If I got an AK and you don' t | |
| Well then playa you gone | |
| Don' t get me wrong | |
| Pussy niggas wanna kill me too where dey at | |
| But this ain' t bout shit | |
| Cause its very well known where I' m at | |
| They can catch me in the booth right now | |
| If it really like that | |
| Naw nigga let the hoe get em in the whole shit | |
| The fo fo' s spit they holla oh shit | |
| Protect the heart of you, both it | |
| You betta check ya gun cause you so sick | |
| If the chopper leave you with no dick | |
| Buck blast and there holdin your shit | |
| At least 6 of you and a couple more of you bitches | |
| And I don' t miss cause I' m focused | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| Better tell them I ain' t playin | |
| Because it' s all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| When I pull away hang and bang | |
| Cause it all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| Alfa Mega: | |
| funny niggas might talk loud act real | |
| But they don' t really want this here | |
| Pussy niggas better act right lay low | |
| We know where yo family live | |
| Trust me you don' t want me up in yo crib | |
| Wit a ski mask on duct taping your kids | |
| You can pray all you want | |
| But I don' t forgive | |
| You should have been doin that | |
| Before you did what you did | |
| I ain' t gotta spell it out pimpin you know what it is | |
| The rest gangsta on the real man you know what it is | |
| Plus I got a hundred goons wit me | |
| Dressed in black | |
| Fifty at the front door fifty at the back | |
| Half got gauges half got mags | |
| Bring ' em out bring ' em out | |
| Show ' em where they at | |
| We can do them right here | |
| We can catch them in a trap | |
| Run up on this nigga | |
| Put a hole in his hat | |
| Put his brains on the dash in the stalks | |
| He has some dumb fifty more with him | |
| Tell them to hold that | |
| Lights out no hasta manana hasta la vista Sayonara y tu | |
| No tomorrow no remorse no sorrow | |
| And the next one of yall niggas try me like that | |
| I swear to god man | |
| Im really gonna snap | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| Better tell them I ain' t playin | |
| Because its all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| When I pull away hang and bang | |
| Cause it all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| Busta Rhymes: | |
| right now all my niggas make a nigga beg please | |
| When a bullet goes by | |
| Probably feel a little breeze | |
| Drop to yo knees | |
| I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip | |
| Double grip hand over the squeeze | |
| I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit | |
| When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain | |
| If he tried to see me | |
| Imma cop that thang | |
| and imma pop that thang | |
| And the shots gonna stay | |
| Really? The nigga bout to set the trunk wit me | |
| For the most part nigga your stuck with me | |
| I' d tell you something if you was really smart | |
| And you knew better | |
| People probably tell ya | |
| Don' t fuck with me | |
| Front if you want mutha fucka | |
| You can catch it | |
| The smile on my face | |
| Even if I got a rachet | |
| Aah Pop off police pull me over | |
| Believe I got a compartment | |
| And now gotta stash it | |
| Must I just remind ya niggas | |
| When I come through | |
| Know that I am a find ya niggas | |
| Take two break through | |
| Bust soo many shots | |
| Come now I' ll probably blind ya' ll niggas | |
| Now ok, | |
| Lets go see you don' t really want to feel a mobs search blow, | |
| Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga | |
| When I finish this shit we' ll turn it into an obsearch show | |
| Look, Listen, then you better observe yo, | |
| Listen to the sizzle from the bullet that the glock burst slow sss | |
| Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little | |
| And had your body leanin, lookin' like a quarter past four | |
| Stay down better, stay down checkin for a nigga who can put | |
| yo body in the dirt ooo | |
| I don' t play bitch | |
| If you really need to go the other way | |
| You know I got it under way, Sir. | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| Better tell them I ain' t playin | |
| Because its all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| Ain' t a damn thang change | |
| I still keep that thang | |
| Right up under my shirt | |
| When I pull away hang and bang | |
| Cause it all fun and games | |
| Until somebody get hurt | |
| You finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| So you finna get hurt murked put em in the dirt | |
| Boy you betta catch me first | |
| End | |
| T. I. Ft. Alfamega Busta Rhymes Hurt |