Hell Let Loose Lyrics by Conway the Machine
(Feat. Whoo Kid, Tony Yayo)
Sticks and stones don’t break my bones (Yeah)
Calling me names don’t hurt my feelings (Don’t hurt my feelings, ***)
Extended clip in the pole soon as I give the go (Yeah)
Bro gon’ leave your *** on the ceilin’ (On the ceilin’, on the ceilin’, ***)
Still risk, get sold, we gon’ get this dough (Sold)
I move this, we gon’ make us a killin’ (We gon’ make a killin’)
Sticks and stones don’t break my bones (Yeah)
Calling me names don’t hurt my feelings (You can’t *** God with bullets, talk to ’em)
What you know ’bout layin’ in a *** bushes in the rain? (Brrat)
Soon as you step out your door, they put a bullet in your brain (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
You from ’round my way, then you was puttin’ in some pain (Huh?)
There’s niggas that’ll pop you ’cause they lookin’ for a name (Facts)
You live that gangster ***, then, ***, we one of the same
My *** Tony drop you just for lookin’ at me strange (What the *** you lookin’ at?)
You *** with the drum, you niggas gotta feel the flame (Brrah)
Get hit a bunch of times and get your body rearranged (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Floatin’ in that red ‘Rari when they see me on Biscayne (Skrrt)
Miami, speedin’ on that 95, switchin’ lanes (Come on)
I was a lil’ ***, hittin’ licks and gettin’ paid (True that)
Straight up menace, jackin’ niggas for they *** like I was Caine (Come up just like Caine, ***)
Just to show love to these niggas, now my heart full of distain
We shot that *** ten times, his body left a stain (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I still be in the hood, my life is good, I can’t complain
So *** them *** niggas that be speakin’ on my name (*** that)
Machine
Sticks and stones don’t break my bones (Yeah)
Callin’ me names don’t hurt my feelings (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Extended clip in the pole soon as I give the go (Yeah)
Bro gon’ leave your *** on the ceilin’ (On the ceilin’, ***, yeah, yeah)
Still risk, get sold, we gon’ get this dough (Yeah)
I move this, we gon’ make us a killin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sticks and stones don’t break my bones (Yeah)
Callin’ me names don’t hurt my feelings (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just let the paper stack up
I just let the paper stack (Yeah)
I took a loss, I make it back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now I just let the paper stack up
I just let the paper stack (Yeah)
I took a loss, I make it back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big bag, I’ma spend a big bag (Uh-huh)
Put you in a *** bag, homicide, a zip bag (Woo)
Body bag, toe tag, toe tag, toe tag (Damn)
Body bag, toe tag, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah (Brrah)
Yeah, yeah, no hesitation
Bro got that MAC, jumpin’ over cars, slammin’, no regulation (Oh my God)
Got the news that you niggas got blamed, it’s a celebration (Ha)
Now them niggas thought they want smoke and understand who they facin’ (You know what’s up)
I’m comin’ mask off, doin’ a home invasion
So what if they see me? I’m ’bout to send them niggas to Satan (Ha)
I’m ’bout to blast off, I’m finna make a statement
AR in my hand, man, I just feel the sensation (Ah)
*** school drop out, GED education
Now look, Machine, ***, five Grammy nominations (What else?)
.357 in the puff coat (Yeah)
Them eastside niggas is cutthroat, *** (Yeah, yeah)
*** fell out about a ho, is you crazy, ***?
That’s everybody ***, who told you put a baby in her? (Come on, ***)
It’s your own fault you broke ’cause you lazy
***, I made it to a whole man from a two and a baby, *** (Talk to ’em)
I just let the money stack, that’s why I have the paper (Uh-huh)
To have staples put in a *** like a stack of papers (Mm)
Uh, the .357 in the puff coat (Yeah)
Them westside niggas is cutthroat, ayo (Woo)
Sticks and stones don’t break my bones (Yeah)
Callin’ me names don’t hurt my feelings (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Extended clip in the pole soon as I give the go (Yeah)
Bro gon’ leave your *** on the ceilin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Still risk, get sold, we gon’ get this dough (Yeah)
I move this, we gon’ make us a killin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sticks and stones don’t break my bones (Yeah)
Callin’ me names don’t hurt my feelings (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just let the paper stack up
I just let the paper stack (Yeah)
I took a loss, I make it back (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what else?)
Now I just let the paper stack up
I just let the paper stack (Yeah)
I took a loss, I make it back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can’t *** God with bullets, ***
Conway the Machine
That *** ain’t a ***’ human being
(Conductor, we have a problem)