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
Arsenal of nig**# / dat's all spine
5 star general /these criminals all mine
Destroy
Da hardest /of the obvious decoys
Deploy /a tactical assault/
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
Fuck 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 fuckin 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)
-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 3 (Mic Handz)
Listen closely lil Ni**a/ i don't play right
I'm the type / to hit him while he sleeping
Click 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 ass 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 basement
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)
-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