[Verse 1: Prodigy]

The midnight murder, two cop bodies on my heat

Walk the street with a motherfuckin straight face

Little shorty flip the script, huh

On any punk-ass nigga or bitch

The little brown skin Buddha sucker, little motherfucker

I dwell in juvenile hell (Yeah, yeah)

I got the shit that make you wanna catch a body quick

Fuck 'em up, bust 'em down Queensbridge style

Street corner thug my title

Neighborhood partygoer, Noreaga was my idol (Yeah)

So what you wanna do, nigga?

My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways

I got mad props for killing cops

Little shorty hood, a little nigga no good

My twenty-five weighs a ton, so run

I'll cock it back on your black ass, B, and it's like that

[Chorus]

Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out

Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out

Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out

Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out

[Verse 2: Havoc]

Throw on my hoodie, when niggas lit the fully

I put a fuckin' cap in the neighborhood bully

What now, coward-ass nigga? You ain't tough

Fakin' jacks, I'ma call your motherfuckin bluff

Niggas that violate get me vexed

Son got the MAC, Noyd got the TEC

I catch a body, baggin' niggas like deez

Uptown cooking keys, flippin' twenty G's

Around the way, bustin' Phils by the fuckin pack

[?][1:25] Yeah, kid, you know I got that

Jump in the hoopty, countin' up my looty

Throw on my vest in case niggas wanna shoot me

Niggas blazin' at my ride

But I don't give a fuck 'cause I retaliate with the bullshit two-five

It's only right that I represent

Sip on the E&J straight, fuck around and get mega bent

Me and my crew wild for days

Burn up the stage like a motherfuckin' heatwave

Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain

Niggas try to front, but they know my motherfuckin' name

Straight from the 'Bridge, yeah, you know my style kid

I have you shook like a twenty-five to life bid

[Bridge: Marlon Lawe]

[?][1:58]

Put yuh gun inna yuh hand

Kill di pussyclot cah [?] like

Put di killa pon line

Four .45 and three .39

[?]

Put yuh gun inna yuh hand

Kill di pussyclot cah [?] like

Put di killa pon line

Four .45 and three .39

[Verse 3: Big Noyd]

Blowin' niggas out the frame, yes, it's part of the game

If your style ain't fit, you need to flip the script

And get on it, you might think it's all about that bullshit

But shit get real with a MAC and two clips

Niggas with a hoodie, mmm, somethings' up

First I heard a scream and next I heard a buck

Bow, I kneeled down, one knee on the ground

I pull out the Glock and twin pull out the four pound

Shit is real, slingin' rocks on the block

If you wanna carry G's, you got to carry a Glock

And go all out, get down for your clown, don't fuck around

Nigga try to front, believe he get beat down

And turn around, get popped with the Glock in a sec

While your man got the TEC to his fuckin' neck

You know my style, kid, you know I'm wild, kid

Don't try to front, don't make me flip and catch a damn bid

Representin' from the 'Bridge, you know how it is

My name is Big Noyd, stomp 'em out, kid

[Outro: Big Noyd]

Know what I'm sayin'? Big Noyd in the motherfuckin' house

Representin' from the Queensbridge Housing

My man Big Twin, know what I'm sayin'?

[?][3:08] (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out)

Keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it flowin' (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out)

Keep it goin', keep it flowin', keep it goin', keep it flowin' (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out)

Keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it flowin' check it out (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out)

(Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out)

Give a shout out to the motherfuckin' Goodfellas (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out)

We got my man T [?][3:20], Rapper G, Karate Joe doin' it on (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out)

Know what I'm sayin'? (Stomp 'em out, kid, stomp 'em out)

Stomp 'em out, stomp 'em out, stomp 'em out