Silent Night

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
(Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get)
Oh, yeah, y'all know what time it is
Skinny Pimp up in this bitch
(Get-get-get-get-get-get buck)
DJ Paul up in this motherfucker
Finna drop part two of Hurts Village on your ass
(Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get)
My nigga Drive-By, Dendre and Hot Rod in this bitch
So, uhm, check it out

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Silent night, there's no light
That's when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man, then I toss the dynamite
My fault, you got caught, shouldn't of been a bystander
Bullet lead, in the head to niggas I got anna with
You scatter, no matter how fast you can race
It'll bust, it'll blow through the back of your face
Lunatic, wreckin shit, first I sign the contract
Something like a crazy check, to place you in the Kroger bag
Bloody, suddenly I scratch 'em off my hit list
I just wanna cap a nigga, just to make my rep bigger
Dangerously, anxiously, I ain't no motherfuckin' G
Fuck Merry Christmas, all I wanna do is trick or treat
You ain't cool, damn fool, chrome to your fuckin' dome
You're listenin' to the Hurts Village Al Capone

[Verse 2: 211 & DJ Paul]
Hurts Village, that's where I'm comin', trick
Dope fiend, shootin' up cops, I'll light your ass, with a match, bitch
(Yeah this is DJ Paul Killa Mix Number 12 Part 2)
Don't be talkin' that shit, the hood is the warzone
Niggas run up, my gauge is still poppin' cone
Knife in the throat, so choke off your blood, ho
Stomp be kickin' the shit out your ass with a steel tone
Suckers they steppin' broke, I hope you got big nuts
Ain't a damn thing changed, I'm still droppin 'em niggas like ducks
Breakin' your fuckin jaw, parkin' my fist in your grill, bitch
Finger's on the trigger, boom, drop his ass in a ditch
So get ghost, nigga, my Glock will be rockin'
So bring it on, this is the Hurts Village Al Capone

[Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Duck, nigga, dodge, nigga, I'ma pull the fuckin' trigger
Watkins and Brown, Smokey City, down with the Skinny nigga
Pistol grip, don't you slip, just incase your ass do
Smith and Wesson, don't be guessin', stupid ass, I thought you knew
Bullet proof, fuck you, target for destruction
Keep on your vest, protect your chest, I'm aimin' for your face, son
Ah, mane, I'm insane, people say I'm crazy
Bullshit, suck my dick, then I yell out gravy
First degree, robbery, then I kick back laughin'
Rollin clean' 'cause I made a mean stang, now I'm high cappin'
Turn up the bump, blow a junt, then I'm kickin' A.C
Windows tinted, don't look in it, suckers fuckin' nosey
Leather hat, fur coat, Skinny to the fuckin' bone
You listenin' to the Hurts Village Al Capone

[Verse 4: 211]
Hurts Village, Hurts Village
You know the project is pimpin', so, some might get blowed up
211 is snappin' necks, these hoes got 'em sewed up
Yeah, I'm still crazy, I'm shootin' just to see you dead
Pull from the sawed off, buckshots all in your fuckin' head
Pure insanity, my blows are comin' quick
A crazy nigga named 211's who you fuckin' with
I'll battle you sissy ho punk motherfuckers
You better chill, 211's inflictin' pain, hittin' harder than Holyfield
Armed like the armor truck, don't try to stop me or you'll get bucked
Pimpin' and robbin', and droppin' them suckers like ducks
211 is project born, Hurts Village is where I stay
Bitches they wanna check, you know that you got to pay
With a capital A, now can you spell it, jones?
You're listenin' to Hurts Village Al Capone

[Outro: DJ Paul]
Oh, yeah, this is DJ Paul Killa Mix Serial Number 12, Part 2