Westside Gunn, Wale & Smoke DZA – The Hurt Business (Audio, Lyrics)

Westside Gunn, Wale & Smoke DZA - The Hurt Business (prod. Camoflauge Monk)

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Westside Gunn, Wale & Smoke Dza The Hurt Business
Westside Gunn, Wale & Smoke Dza The Hurt Business

In a little over a week, Griselda will take the silver screen by storm with their film Conflicted. The project was teased last summer and will finally hit Amazon Prime on January 15, and in conjunction with the film’s release, Westside Gunn and the Griselda crew are also delivering a soundtrack. Gunn and Benny The Butcher star in the movie and other than knowing that the film will tackle subject matter that they’ve rapped about in their catalogues, we’ll have to wait and see what they’ve come up with. Meanwhile, Westside Gunn has linked with Smoke DZA and Wale to bring “The Hurt Business,” a single featured on the forthcoming soundtrack.

“The movie is a hood classic and we gonna give u that street shut on this soundtrack,” Gunn penned on Instagram. “They don’t even make soundtracks anymore this is the Culture, this is Also executive prod by DJ Shay he was working on this when he Past.” Check out “The Hurt Business” and let us know if you’re looking forward to Conflicted. 

Westside Gunn, Wale & Smoke DZA – The Hurt Business (prod. Camoflauge Monk)

Lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Brr
Ayo
Brr
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
Brr

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I’m on the [?] talkin’ Flair, his face all bloody
Rope hangin’ off, got hit with a chair (Ah)
Wore [?] to the dance floor, Greg Valentine lower tops
Blow his brains out, right off the handlebars (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Doggypiled the riches, tremendous
Push a three door Benz, they never comin’ out, I had twins (Skrrt)
Walked up on him, pulled my gun out close, take that fuckin’ chain off (Take that fuckin’ shit off)
I need that money and that socks filled with bags of dope (Ah)
Duffle bag rumours when we read up
My dread shot five niggas, move to VA and rock the Caesar (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Peace almighty, grimy (Peace)
Kimbo edition, my alma matter is Federal prison (Ah)
Guess who ran the day room? Don’t touch the wrong TV
I’m watchin’ 106 and Park with my shades on
Niggas gettin’ pleasure when they toe tag your vintage Gaultier (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I’m talkin’ old fashion, shooter got a coke habit (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Smoke DZA]
Ayo, the flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (Brr, brr, ’til it ain’t no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (All my niggas in the box)
When one come home, then another get knocked (Then another get knocked)
Flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ’til it ain’t no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (All my niggas in the box, ah, Kushed God, bitch)
When one come home, then another get knocked (Uh, then another get knocked)

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
It only take a half a second to establish the hit (really)
Send my lil’ homie at you, have him stab through your KITH
Got a kilo on my neck, nigga, average a brick
Your bitch face painted on my pants, Ravishing Rick (Uh)
How stylish is this? No hate, no malice is this
Whippin’ heavy, all these carats on wrists
Thousand dollar bottle sprays, my whole palate is rich
Ménage à trois times six, nigga, Paris was lit
I get more twat, more checks than you (I shake the spot)
You a vegan, now you a vegetable (I spin the block)
All guns blazin’, my man got locked
Came home, went back, he said it’s vacation (Uh)
Uptop shakin’, just stuffed a Backwood of eight when
West made the tag from the apron (Really)
Five star suites to bust plays, you do the Days Inn (Uh)
Get to the money, everyday spent

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Wale]
Ayo, the flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (Brr, brr, ’til it ain’t no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (All my niggas in the box)
When one come home, then another get knocked (Then another get knocked)
Flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ’til it ain’t no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (Look, yeah, all my niggas in the box, ah)
When one come home, then another get knocked (Wale, uh, let’s go, then another get knocked)

[Verse 3: Wale]
Alhamdulillah, most valuable like Hassan Assad
Got enhancements to them hammers, they’ll do their job
On my side, Cullinan with the windows down
Play whatever hand I get, but never ever show my card
Lay down, niggas ain’t thug, don’t think we can’t tell
It ring out, coughin’ up blood, look like your gang red
Folarin poppin’, fiends coppin’, ask my young one
A lot of shoppers don’t look like rockers because they young bucks
Haha, okay, who doper than them?
Got two pairs of Duncan foams and I ain’t open ’em yet
A nigga been floatin’ on these vocals, I been a GOAT with the pen
And niggas snub me or they will, we keep revolvers for that
Folarin is back, I tried to keep my dawg out the trap
He say he gotta work the rock like Kevin Hart [?]
It’s hard to be great and honestly way harder when black
And I feel like Jake, rob us, boy, slimin’ is back, for real

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, the flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (Brr, brr, ’til it ain’t no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (All my niggas in the box)
When one come home, then another get knocked (Then another get knocked)
Flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ’til it ain’t no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (Look, yeah, all my niggas in the box, ah)
When one come home, then another get knocked (Then another get knocked)

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