It's always somethin' man   It's always somethin' I swear   Hey get started son      Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something   Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas   Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop   Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top      Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something   Burn something, I wanna clear my mind   Look at niggas burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop   Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top      They must be jokin' niggas get they face peeled open   Guns we unload 'em, Mobb fixtured omen   Plus, we hit mid-sections up   You wit your kids and your woman boy I'm tearing you up      You wit your moms, so what I'm airin' the block   When you see my hand reach for my waist you better hop   And do not fuck wit P, you goin' at me   You better off shuttin' the fuck up, trust me      You got a better chance stickin' that brinks truck   Than pickin' one of us for a hug we properly serve   Reugers pop and whop ya head   Pens go off and drop you dead      Aiyyo Littles what the fuck is the deal my nigga   Fuck all this rappin' shit let's ride on these niggas   'Cause this song ain't for entertainment   This is a street subpoena for y'all niggas bring it      Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit   Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique   And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions   Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something      Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit   Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique   And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions   Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something      Whatchu know about two hands three guns pop out   Them city boys that be movin' 'caine down south   I clap for dollars and scrap about it   I been around since Dappa Danns, rap vans      I'm a gorilla man, I know you feel me man   Queens I rep you flow let's do it   Unknown marksman, I see through the scope   Hit your frame and your souls apart and      Number one question A & R's wanna know   Where I stand in the dispute wit' Nas, Mobb and Jay-Z   Fuck you pay me I slid in on you rap motherfuckers   'Cause the block got lazy      I'm from a place cannons burst, police never come   Homie viewed my life, wrote, and got us out the slums   Came home, the Mobb came to scoop me up   Though I rhyme niggas still wanna shoot me up      I'm that gangster, gangster read all about me   In your X X L's, sources my crew is rowdy   When them hammers back out we leave the whole block cloudy      Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something   Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas   Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop   Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top      Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something   Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas   Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop   Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top      Relax my mizzy and smoke that dro   Hold her head motherfucker I'ma fuck that ho   Let the dutch burn niggas get split fuck ya turn   I ain't been givin' a fuck so why should I now      Watch your mouth, nigga I'm grown you just a child   In a man's world nigga actin' like a little girl   It's foul, he don't wanna blow trial, why not?   'Cause up north niggas like him get smacked around      I never turn my back, on you faceless cowards   Talkin' all that shit, don't know a thing about us   I educate 'em with the pretty four pounder   But each and every day we get flagrant and more fouler      Keep it thorough, don't want that bullshit around us   Moved away from drama but some how it found us   It's a small thing, let that dro burn   Nigga front he gettin' touched that's my word      Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit   Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique   And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions   Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something      Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit   Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique   And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions   Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something