Just as we hit the green,
I've never been so happy to be alive.
Only seven miles behind
You could smell the child,
The smell of the front line's survival.
With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet,
(I pull the pin.)
You learn to ride the Earth,
When you're living on your belly and the enemy are city-births.
Who need radar? We use scent.
They stink of the west, stink of sweat.
Stink of cologne and baccy, and all their Yankee hash.
With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet,
(I'm pulling on the pin,)
Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin.
(pulling on the pin, oh...)
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
I love life!
I love life!
I've seen the coat for me.
I'll track him 'til he drops,
Then I'll pop him one he won't see.
He's big and pink, and not like me.
He sees no light.
He sees no reason for the fighting
With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet.
(I'm pulling on the pin,)
Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin.
(pulling on the pin, oh...)
I had not seen his face,
'til I'm only feet away
Unbeknown to my prey.
I look in American eyes.
I see little life,
See little wife.
He's striking violence up in me.
With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet.
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
I love life!
I love life!
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
I love life!
I love life!
So messed up I want you here
In my room I want you here
Now we're gonna be Face-to-face
And I'll lay right down In my favorite place
And now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well c'mon
Now I'm ready to close my eyes
And now I'm ready to close my mind
And now I'm ready to feel your hand
And lose my heart on the burning sands
And now I wanna be your dog
And now I wenna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well c'mon
(Shel Silverstein)
I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrowbone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone
Hanging from a string in my mama's kitchen, back in the hard time days
Was a little ol' stone 'bout the size of an apple, it was smooth and worn and grey
There wasn't much food in my mama's kitchen, so whenever things got tight
Mama boiled up some water, put in the stone and said Let's have some soup tonight
And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrowbone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone
It had been in the family for a whole lotta years, so we knew it was a nourishing thing
And I remember mama, as she stirred it in the water, and we could all hear her sing
Its a magical stone and as long as we got it, we'll never have a hungry night
Just add a little love to the wonderful soupstone and everything will be alright
And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrowbone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone
So it carried us all through the darkening days, 'til finally the sunshine came
And the soupstone started into gathering dust, but it hung there just the same
And ever since then the food's been plenty, but every now and then I find
That mama in the kitchen with the wonderful soupstone, drifts across my mind
And again I can taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrowbone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone
And again I can taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrowbone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone
Let's go
Let's take 'em back
[Verse 1:]
Remember them niggas from the Bridge be the realest
Pissy staircases, the Hill for the dealers
Told you what crack was and what the blue steel is
And yeah, only my real homies could feel this
Remember Fly Ty, damn, the nigga doin years, kid
Baby mama drama, the cops nearly killed him
"Infamous" came out, but look, rap is wack now
The fans that used to bump to it, half of them doin crack now
Block full of crack vials, life of a black child
Bitches got AIDS cause they don't believe in Lifestyles
That's they whole lifestyle, used to have a nice smile
Now her teeth is missin, and she lookin type foul
Pregnant by a nigga on trial, facin life now
A true story, even though it might sound foul
But shit is crazy
But that was back in the days
[Chorus: Kira]
Ooh I can remember back in the days
I reminisce on you but now the game done changed
The streets still cold but niggas ain't built the same
Things done changed, it ain't the same
I wish I could go back again
[Verse 2:]
Remember when we used to call weed buddha and sometimes sess
Now it's nothin less than 'dro, the haze is the best
It was big gold chain, now it's diamonds on the neck
Went from two-shot Dillingers to fully loaded Tecs
We used to be in love, now it's all about the sex
Bitches with fat asses and nice big breasts
We used to love to rhyme, now it's all about the checks
Flossin around in Bentleys, they used to push the Lex
And now we drink Henny and still sip Becks
But used to hit the ave with the click to catch wreck
Your crew was your posse, and now it's your set
It was Deceps then, now it's the Bloods and the Crips
Do the crime, do the time, now everybody snitch
Death is a bastard, but life is a bitch
Shit's crazy
Take 'em back
But that was back in the days
Yeah-Yeah, Yeah, grab the pump pump
(yeah) It's on we 'bout ta thump thump...
...aiyo aiyo my left eye jump, I feel bad luck upon me
Make me grab my pump and call my Brook-Lyn army
We by Q.B. and N.C. - niggaz dont want it
Debate ta the G's and the west all on it
We all flaunt it, guns and chicks
And, all my dunns rhyme hold'ng they dicks
Wit' a .9 on they side from hip ta hip
You know the +Mobb Niggaz+ is sick and stay bent
Twisted, get right, me and my guns is tight
And we both heated when the funds aint right
Because we know someone gett'ng stuck tonight
Before I crash I'ma fucks me some ass tonight
Wit' a pocket full of dough and bottle of that 'dro
Wit' dreams of fuck'ng some R&B; hoe
They call me N.o.y.d. baby, from Q.B.
Baby don't hate me, We live, I rep...
[*Hook 2x - Godfather + (Big Noyd)*]
(Queens!) - Where niggaz they get caught up in between guns
(Queens!) - Casino cash, cream killa Queens Dunn
(Queens!) - Where I live, what I rep
(Q.B. Dunn, Queens!) - The Mobb rep
(Queens!) - You know we rep
[Big Noyd]
Com'n from Queens, wear'ng diamond rings
Call me a highness, Ima king niggaz rap about gats I blaze
.4 pound in a .12 gauge, no I never knock the hustle
Dunn crime pay, keep it gangsta on this side
You know I put 2 in your stomach
Ya niggaz front'ng, y'all dont really want it
You know who I be, Noyd from Q.B.
G' you upset, cuz I spit profinity-dity
I kick that real shit, fuck-a-bitch, get rich
You say Im noth'ng, Im lift
And you gangsta - Bullshit!
Get ya .2's ready ta flip, ya fools better hit
Got my shit fully gripped aim it, at ya shit
Why you think'ng I'ma miss, keep think'ng
You get twist, I runn'ng wit the Grimiest
Shit +The Infamous+, while you bang'ng our hits
We bang'ng your bitch, and you down ta turn around
And blow you down wit' the 5th
[*Hook 2x - Godfather + (Big Noyd)*]
(You know its Queens!) - Where niggaz they get caught up in between guns
(Queens!) - Casino cash, cream killa Queens Dunn
(Queens!) - Where I live, what I rep
(Q.B. Dunn, Queens!) - The Mobb rep
(Queens) - You know we rep.....
(Queens!) Where niggaz they get caught up in between guns,
Q.B. - Casino cash, cream killa Queens Dunn,
Q.U. - Where I live, what I rep,
What, what - The Mobb rep,
....you know we rep
Where niggaz they get caught up in between guns
Ah...Queens - Casino cash, cream killa Queens Dunn
Q. Double - Where I live, what I rep
Q.U. nigga - The Mobb rep
Hey yo Queen's get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
the fool retaliated so I had to think fast
pull out my heat first he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
they looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way".
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
po po comes around and tries to relocate me
lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause
havin' cash is highly addictive
especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.
Yo it's the r - a double p
e - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck with me
comin' straight outta QB
pushin' an Infiniti
you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me
come and test me
trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you
my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born wit' it
I'm gettin' on wit' it
an' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
a lyrical destructor
[Big Noyd]
I'm the type of gentleman finessin timbalands
Flippin like three grand, cop a hundred grams goin hand and hand
Hennessee guzzlin, just motherfuckin hustlin
On the streets watchin police in the gray caprice
Six Y trey gate, time to motivate
Those are the deeds life will squeeze
If you flip you gettin hit with the four pound
Pull out your gat take out more rounds
3 against 1, thats how we go down
I cant get knocked, they tryin to get the drop, damn shit is hot
Im watchin what they doin cuz they cruisin up the next block
Im hot with this chrome piece, but I don't need the position
where I'm spittin at the motherfuckin police
I couldnt get caught, had to leave New York, couldnt use my passport
Bitches hangin up in the airport
So yo bro, got to take the jetta
Whateva, I'm on the flow gotta get these ginos,
got a hundred grams of Coke bout to blow,
feel my cold pistol fully start spittin,
I'm hittin and wont miss you
I'm official, Queensbridge murdera, life gambalin especially
professionally gat handlin
Call me V cuz I'mm vexed like a veteran
and better than whoever wanna Front let em step up in
Hook: Big Noyd
Introducin, exclusive
episodes of a hustla to all you fake thug motherfuckers
Introducin, exclusive
episodes of a hustla to all you fake thug motherfuckers
Introducin, exclusive
episodes of a hustla to all you fake thug motherfuckers
Introducin, exclusive
episodes of a hustla to all you fake thugs
[Big Noyd]
Sittin back, the blunt steamin, sippin heines and dreamin
Pushin keys in four wheelers, flippin millions to billions
My style is extraordinary foul when it come to grams
Im usin plans takin out the whole fam
You best to believe the trigga squeeze, makin niggas bleed
Cross sea delivery, pushin keys out of factories
Baby you sound good, blowin up in the hood, its logical
Matter fact its possible, I got my work bubblin, me and my niggas jugglin
Cracks and strugglin while we hustlin but with no question
We gonna survive to the fittest cuz we in this, style corrupt what the fuck
Life style like a menace, child livin for rounds for Queensbridge era
I be bringin terror, the natural born hustla so yea whateva
Hook
[Big Noyd]
A nigga try to bag me, he grabbed me, a nigga almost had me
I pulled out the banga and blew his ass badly, I'm nasty
Crazy mentality, start a catastrophe livin life tragedy
You know you gettin jumped punk
There aint no time for more than one
Tellin em son
(They front, Smoke his ass like a Philly blunt)
Reach for my spine, pull out my nine, cock it one time
Make him lay down, dont move around cuz your ass mine
Gave a crook look got him shook, he on the floor flinchin
Now we bitchin and he snitchin, listen
I pistol whipped him, but to know the main fact
is that i pushed his wig back then took off in the black AC'
Hook
[Big Noyd]
Somebody gonna die in this bitch
We about to air it out
I don't know what convinced you to mention the Mobb
Must of been bent straight of the alcohol
Once you crossed that path, fuck with that cash
Quick, fast have a sick clique get up in that ass
Gold Pee, nigga with the cracks in his ass
Pretty Tone homey with the mack in the grass
They buck you, then fuck your boo, where she shit at?
Then we profit from it and spit it on the tridack
(Track)
Letting the world know you a bitch ass kidat
(Cat)
And how your own hood disrespect you, where you live at
They be hey all day, how you let him do that
Noyd and his clique I think you better get at
But don't gas your dog, he ain't built for that
I will spit ?em all right through his fitted kiddap
(Cap)
Jump out with the midackon Broadway and Houston
(Mack)
Right in front of thousand and put it in efidack, I'm a pay
(Effect)
The word is out, Noyd is out
And he about to air it out
Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
He gonna show you what a gangsta's about
The word is out, Noyd is out
And he about to air it out
Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
He gonna show you what a gangsta's about
Ayo, nigga better back up off please
When you got tough, huh? Thun you lost me
You never grind enough you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger will kill you softly
Then we see then, yeah, who the boss be
Smoke your little clique like a bag of the Hersey
How the fuck it's all good, nigga, the hood is thirsty
Peep the big six and you want to test me
Gon' make my gun spit, y'all niggas kill me
Gon' have my gun, sitting on your ear piece
Having your bitch screaming, "Please don't kill me"
I don't owe you shit and I ain't your daddy
I don't own the six I own the Navi
And I'm sitting deep this, nigga, sweet like candy
You niggas want beef, you know get right at me
QB nigga, that's why you can't stand me
(You know 'cause)
The word is out, Noyd is out
And he about to air it out
Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
He gonna show you what a gangsta's about
The word is out, Noyd is out
And he about to air it out
Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
He gonna show you what a gangsta's about
See, we don't back down, we go pound for pound
Tech for tech, right on the block emptying clips
Buck something, leave mothafuckas hitting the deck
And then one by one mothafuckas be dead
The word is out, Noyd is out
East Coast, West Coast, down to the dirty south
Catch anybody flossin', I'm airing it out
With the nine hollow tips, man, I'm spittin' ?em out
Listen out 'cause I'm emptying out for that bling
That watch and that chain put a bullet in your brain
Not a thing I'm a gangsta, this is what I do
Go to war, with the bangers and eat niggas food
When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is then
If I'm lying, I'm flying word to everything I love
Don't get it twist, nigga 'cause I twist niggas cap back
That QB gutter shit, bringing it bidack
(Back)
The word is out, Noyd is out
And he about to air it out
Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
He gonna show you what a gangsta's about
The word is out, Noyd is out
And he about to air it out
Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
5-7-75 my born day
I reach earth, now i'm involved in foul play
Ty Nitty
New York City
we stay right
the high life
flooded ice from jewel heist
the Infamous Mobb with hood-like sense
get up on a nigga quick
hit 'em up with the ice pick
strike quick
leave ya body froze, sub-zero
was taught to fear no
so I do so
be All Pro
flow international, rational
matter of fact, i'm blastin' you
with the loaded weapon
no question
first suggestion
pack ya shit, and head Western
relocation
new state, new destination
re-arrange your life
on the run from vice
make you pray to Christ
kid fucked up
my Mobb is rough
nigga, what!
[Twin]
We true to be
snake niggas for eternity
Mobb family
murder thee
if it's meant to be
trife casualty
got the whole world after me
catastrophe among us, fatal tragedy
Mafiosa, murder one mind
black toaster, low composure
twin Glocks in 2 holsters
we mobb vultures
watch the fleet come closer
we tap down
nowhere to run now
don't back down
muffled out my 4-pound
silent sound
bodies bloody on the ground
chest full of 12 4-pound rounds
nigga lay down, kid you assed out now
[Havoc]
no doubt, the infamous reppin' up in this
know what i'm sayin'
next up
[Prodigy]
yeah yeah whatever kid, whatever kid
yo, yo, the chronicles of a criminal cat who hold gat
and bust back at trash ass cats who scratch
leave big holes like bitches with they legs spread hot
ready for action now peep my whole block
unveiled, and reveal hazardous skill
trained assassins of this rap danger field
I feel y'all niggas ain't really keepin' it real
use that ice grill like a shield
nigga you meal, for my vultures
swoop down attack your corpse
and found layin' in the streets of New York
now sleepwalk
for that shit you did, shoulda never had did
now you boxed in
sentenced to a lifetime bid
nigga Noyd and Pee, shine light like jewelry
silver and gold exclusively
terrorize and multiplee
shot up your spot up
it just ain't what you used to be
after these fists of NY struck you D
Now you see a whole new life and new leaf
searchin' for an exit tryin' to retreat the street
wavin' white flags no days, you dead meat
we only truce when your heartbeat cease, peace
[Big Noyd]
Now who dare swear they can step up on these premises
protected by a bunch of menaces
Rapper Noyd, the soloist
4-pound controloist
comin' out the infamous controllin' the shit
pistol packin' Pee on the side of me
leap if you think sweet
shit's deep, infamously
now check the family
Prodigy, H-A-V-O-C, Ty Nitty, Godfather pt. 3, Gambino, Face, and
Gotti
so don't try me
or better yet don't try this
my click specialty is vulturin'
trained endangerin'
packin' pipe games
them heavy metal thing things
ain't nuthin' changed
Karate Joe, Money No, make 'em fold
gather up them hoes
take 'em to the mo
keep it on the low
you know the steelo, immediately
the VSOP is mandatory
it's all about hoes and clothes
the same story
stackin' cheddar, packin' Berettas, keepin' it real
fuck the sentimental feel
the Mobb movin' shit in reseal
swiftly, smooth and quickly
the million dollar operation ran by the Mobb foundation
the nine pound we had it locked down
kept 'em shook
nine double trey's off da hook
the Mobb became famous from the lives that we took
doin' jooks
so peep how the 4-pound sound it's off the motherfuckin' hook
shit is real, plus exclusive and grimy
Rapper Noyd takin' over with the Mobb behind me
yea, yea, yea, I didn forget about the Queensbridge mothafuckas
Roll the Mobb Deep in this mothafucka, yea, yea
Mario drop the beat...yea, uh Rappin' Noyd
'Bout ta destroy any man, woman, man, boy
I don't give a FUCK, word is bond...
[Hook*Big Noyd*]
(check it) Rough Neck, you soldeir suspect
You hear me boy, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
Now Destroy, nothing changed, blew you out the frame
Was a small thing, I kept you shook
Cause you know my gat bang
A usual suspect, a soldeir suspect
You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
Was a small thing, I kept you shook
Cuz you know my gat big
[Big Noyd]
Mr. Untouchble, the unlovable, crimi-nul
Reppin' Queensborough, the rappers back on another level
Matter fact black, check the gat stats
I keep access ta the max
For those who don't know, how ta act
Get laid on they back, and its a fact
You bustin' me - Im bustin' back
So kid dance ta the track or analyze the rap
Before you get trashed-smacked-clapped and thats that
Im strictly hardcore, even more than before
When I was shooting up doors in Baltimore, try'na score
Nappy born hustla, the Hennessey guzala
I been a-black-a-mothafucka
Don't make me buck ya, the .9 pound I struck ya
'9-6 you ask about this convict
Niggaz can't harm this, regardless
Niggaz claiming heartless, Easy for me ta tear
'Par bitch, you don't want ta start this, Im lethal
Don't make me jump (?) B.Q. we ain comin' see you
You best have your mothafuckin' people
Cuz when Im rollin' in the viga, strapped wit' my nigga
When I see you, Im leavin' lead in ya liva
[Hook*Big Noyd*]
To the Rough Neck, a soldeir suspect
You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
Was a small thing, I kept you shook
Cuz you know my gat big
A usual suspect, a soldeir suspect
You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
Was a small thing, I kept you shook
Cuz you know my gat big
[Big Noyd]
Now one love ta the thugs on top
Pushin' rocks on the strip going out, bustin' slugs
Pumpin' rocks, do ya thing GOD
Whoevers not involved get rid of 'em, finish 'em
Im playing too close, snacks cut throat
G-nota wrotes, use intellifent folks ta build blunts
Control the .9, steady, ready - blow
Let 'em know, dont be mad at me
Cuz you aint as mad as me, you gradually grow hard
And tear shit apart, shit I spark from the start, and regulate
Takin' your body weight, I leave you critical
The .9's pitiful - blowing brains out
Even aid they won't el' ver lift the stain out
I blowing backs out, niggaz ass out
So watch, what you doing
In them eyes you be screwing me wit'
Fuck around, lay around, make me empty my click
Say the non-sense, I got my click on the Do or Die, trip
Once I cock it, then I got this, now watch me lock it...
...No Doubt Kid, now we out
[Hook*Big Noyd*]
To the Rough Neck, you soldeir suspect
You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
Now Destroy, nothing changed, blew you out the frame
Was a small thing, I kept you shook
Cuz you know my gat big
A usual suspect, a soldeir suspect
You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
Was a small thing, I kept you shook
Cuz you know my gat big
[Big Noyd]
Don't, take, it, personal
If it aint about you, it dont apply - let it fly
But you guy, I gatta tear you up, from your asshole to your gut
And if your click wanna flip, they gettin' bucked
Cuz my stealing, scab handeling is outstanding
I be the thug busting slugs, while you tec gemming
One in the head, I cant stand it, but I gatta handle it though
Leave you wet though, sweep the .44
Make you take those and swallow those
My click a bunch of wild desperados
Stuck of the hydro, Hennessey rock hard
We got this shit lock all
My click strike back hard, an thats my word
Fuck around and have that ass in the sky
Wit' the birds, thats my word
You carry a gat, you think you that nigga please
You dont wanna feel none of these, hollow tips
That mack about ta spit, aw shit
Noyd about ta get up on that buc-wild shit, the Infamous Mobb
[Prodigy]
The most Infamous - Scarface - leave ya ass faceless
Grip 'em, R.I.P. - but you still right here, wit' me
G.O.D. part 3, Gotti on the mission
H.A. - V.O.C., the clear vision
C.Y. N.I.T.T. - Y. I dont know, But ta do time
An tell Killer Bee - Gambino
Yo if we dont sell a million, we gonna stick chemical banks
Straight up and down - this is how P. think
Kicko - long time no see, no doubt wit' outta doubt
Money long'll, knock 'em all the way out
Rappin' Noyd, jump the negroh out for premises
Iller G, my eye-witness, eyes, hes got the dead on, lies
A gradual lives a survive, we got diamonds - flooded up plenty
Push GOD, civilized GOD - turn of the century shit
We cant take it, bless me wit' a high note, baby
GOD brothers, Mike Check - crush something kid
[Hook*Big Noyd*]
To the Rough Neck, a soldeir suspect
You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
Was a small thing, I kept you shook
Cuz you know my gat big
A usual suspect, a soldeir suspect
You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
Was a small thing, I kept you shook
Cuz you know my gat big
To the Rough Neck, you soldeir suspect
You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
Was a small thing, I kept you shook
[INTRO:]
It's it's it's serani, it's(we bringing it down) big noyd
It's it's serani(come on [x2]) and noyd doh(queens bred) doh
(2008 shit)doh prince of machievilli rapper noyd, let's go
[CHORUS:]
Weed guns and girls and the money so much trouble
With police snitches are no threat to me to me
Weed guns and girls and the money so much trouble
With police snitches are no threat to me to me
[VERSE 1:]
I got a henny in my system about to let off my.38
Niggas run I put a hole in their face hey! I'm the
Nigga everybody wanna hate but I'm a tell you like
Banks said it I'm after dat cake dat money dat
Crop dat cream nigga dat paper I'm tilting the
American dream so when the drama pop off we come with
It, it's like my homie said you'll be dead in a minute
Motherfuckers! without a question I handle my business
Get rid of the prints I leave no witness, black champ
Hoody black timberland boots(come on)real gully gettin
Money that's how we come do certain things inside the
Grandma house by the stoop, they say don't shit with
You weed but man I need the coupe(come on)6:45 drop
Pimping hoes like snoop, I ride or die avoid the truth
[CHORUS:]
Weed guns and girls and the money so much trouble
With police snitches are no threat to me to me
Weed guns and girls and the money so much trouble
With police snitches are no threat to me to me
[VERSE 2:]
Now everybody wanna know who you with and what side
Do you rep man I tell "em like this myself and that's
It yo what's up with the marvin hoe infamous click
I don't know! why don't you get off the infamous dick
Say the money got wronged and your team got switched
Money and chain we still bangin and making them hits
Got the ducks in a row and them things in the clip
Ain't a nigga on this planet dats fucking with this
Now I don't harlem shake or chicken noodle soup but
You can catch me uptown with a pigeon in the coupe
Niggas sitting on the 'plex or chillin on the stoop
If you see me on the corner you know I'm getting dat loot
And I got a dawg with me that's always ready to shoot
If he pull out dat thing he gon' make it do what it do
Never fails you always got some coward getting loose
But you know how shit pop off when sippin on the goose
[CHORUS: x2]
Weed guns and girls and the money so much trouble
With police snitches are no threat to me to me
Weed guns and girls and the money so much trouble
Yo, like a mutha
Shit that he said, shit that he spread
Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head
Shit that he spread, shit that he said
If he relies on the streets, gon? leave your ass dead
Shit that he said, shit that he spread
Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head
Shit that he spread, shit that he said
If he relies on the streets gon? leave your ass dead
Ayyo, if you schemin', I hope your team's tight
My dogs bite, never cockin' it twice
Hittin' you up, makin' you sleep tight
You never sleep, dig what I mean, right?
You here, we prepare for machine gun fights
So don't dare to ever cross hours
Or get ready and prepare for the mobsters
Bringin' static with these automatics
Fuck revolvers, there is no team mobber than ours
True thugs, ask around about us
It's MD, reppin' QB, nigga, for life
Check it G, if you don't believe
Go and ask your wife 'cause she trife
Nigga P hit it once and Hav hit it twice
You wanna join the party, Noyd will hit you up right
Dunn, I'll be precise, hit you with that hot shit
I'll have your fagot ass jettin' through the block, little bitch
I know what time it is, you drop diamonds, it's the feds
So now I gotta go and put one up in your head
Shit that he said, shit that he spread
Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head
Shit that he spread, shit that he said
If he relies on the streets, gon? leave your ass dead
Shit that he said, shit that he spread
Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head
Shit that he spread, shit that he said
If he relies on the streets gon? leave your ass dead
Yo, it's time to drag the phones in the home
It's time to be alone, I'm zonin'
The only thing in the back of my mind, shit is blowin'
Either blowin' on beef, blowin' these cats up in the street
Or shorty blowin' me while we roll in the jeep
Dunn, that ain't hard to see, it be that true life story
The young arm from QB, picture me being corny
Been hot since I stepped up, God forbid I ever fall down
I'm just gon? get up, and keep it movin'
I keep it reppin' with fully automatic weapons
Make them bleed for the cheese, no question
Keep steppin', my glock's cock, what? I pop shit, what?
Y'all cowards is butt, fuck around and get stuck
Before you fools make a move, I know you dudes better think
'Cause I light that ass up fast as you can blink
With one life to live, kid I'm livin' with a 'venge
After dark, when the guns spark, saga begins, begins what?
Shit that he said, shit that he spread
Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head
Shit that he spread, shit that he said
If he relies on the streets, gon? leave your ass dead
Shit that he said, shit that he spread
Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head
Shit that he said, shit that he spread
If he relies on the streets gon? leave your ass dead
You ready for war, yo, nigga, it's war, say no more
I'll be at your front door with the chrome 44
Squeezin', leavin' your fuckin' whole house bleedin'
And dead ?cause of the shit that you said
And the shit that you spread got you filled up with lead
And leakin' 'cause your monkey ass wasn't thinkin'
You fuckin' with this black half Puerto Rican
Like I said in my last song, nigga, don't get it wrong
I'm a bugged out, thugged out, crimy
Nigga goin' all out, slugged out, and grimy
52 pick up, nigga, check this here, this a stick up
And Tech on your neck, makin' sure you don't get up
Went from rockin' Benetton to bein? a don
Now it's way Kenneth Cole with Timberlands
Stray street don, my moms must have knew it was on
Since the day she gave birth and named me Tahwan
Let's get it on
Shit that he said, shit that he spread
Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head
Shit that he spread, shit that he said
If he relies on the streets, gon? leave your ass dead
Shit that he said, shit that he spread
Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head
Shit that he said, shit that he spread
If he relies on the streets, gon? leave your ass dead
Shit that he said, shit that he spread
Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head
Shit that he said, shit that he spread
If he relies on the streets, gon? leave your ass dead
Shit that he said, shit that he spread
Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head
[Havoc:]
Yo it's the real, son you know how it go
Ass out like a child get blown you on the streets though
Regulatin s.o's, eternal banger leave your jug vain hangin
You want beef, it aint bangin
Foul memories, you was bent but you remember it's the infamous
Never took our shoes off when we handle
Stash gash gortex
Swimmin hennee leave the floor wet
Stormed out, man down make leakin on the compound
To all you fake crooks, stay shook, frontin with those thug looks
Get yo mug cooked and plus your thug took
You overlook the fact that shit was real
Now I got to take that ass to school for real
My click did pussy niggas down with the quick
My peeps guzzilin while your crew was takin sips
Set the vault lampin comin through comin through
Q B in this muthafucker what you wanna do
[Big Noyd:]
The trife life of living famous bustin' shots live it's dangerous
In midnight we do it right in broad light
The trife life rough wearin' handcuffs like bracelets 25 to life we faced it
Got on the run and got wasted
Mad agony havin me more vexed
Got me pullin' out techs on opposite sex
The cream got me fiend for masterville scheme
Like doin' drivebys in stretched limozeens
I got tons of guns my niggas on the run pack the nickel plated ones
Get the cheddar however dun cause niggas got dreams
Painted king the drug sling got they brain drained
Just to sling cocaine continusly seriously
My brain blunted the lye done it
We makin' hundreds that's all we wanted
To see my I'll mean team seein cream
The Infamous comin outta Queens
Yo check it check it
[Prodigy:]
Yo it's the Pee me and the N.O.Y.D.
We put the chedda togetha so we can double the o.z.
It grows like some family trees and beanstalks
Some hustlers naturally born with street smarts
Yo Karate it's you and Gotti y'all lift the weight
Me and Noyd attempt staring down at the plate
The Mobb niggas living wild inside of New York state
The five gates is a nigga is shook let him shake
While the coke back
Chef trip cook a boulder over the shoulder
With the wonders with they hands in pot holders
Soloist get rolled over
Rappin' Noyd takin' over you crossed over
Then you bucked in October
November, December came out the hospital keyed up
Paralysed from your feet up now slow ya speed up
[Hook:]
Got my click ready ready to murda mad shit, mad shit
You pop mad shit what's the verdict
Humbly stumble on infamous just be runnin on your weak click
Get mad bent, lay back we peeps ya
Cookin material, what gat we scratch serial
You leary though, we 'liver you to your funeral
Assumin that you got the heart to bust back, I'm in the cut with not one
But two gats
[Prodigy:]
Yo it's the P realisticly speakin, get left leakin
Reality bites, I strike back, we even
You still breathin make sure his heart stop beatin
You bleed on top the concrete, found indecent
Blank out when I see you, send shots at your cerebral
Go at your throat like a pit bul
Stop and feed you to the vultures, like reek scotchers
Your left limb is from start to finish
Your whole squad get hit hard
I run with a foul type nigs is war scarred
Resembalin Vietnam, infaltries that bomb
Your head nigga, headquaters we take over
My snake niggas crew strike like that of a cobra
Constrict like boas, wrap tight around your soldiers
Enclosed in, trapped within the clutches of madmen
[Big Noyd:]
Yo what's the verdict about that small cat you coulda murdered
Long back when you used to keep the gat in the engine,
Now rememberin, sayin don't flip, when the mac spits, somebody
Bound to get hit and snitch
You know the shit's been gone for a minute, come on
You still in it, runnin with the team gettin that cream
Do your thing, I respect that, you know that
The guards in charge, whenever you involved, I know the mobb's
On they job
When you creep, I know you go deep, no sleep and more heat
Peal that cap, he nothin sweet it somethin though
You got me serious, now I'm furious what's next, a cat get clapped and
Offer reflex the thug in the blood for pops, dukes, even my mom too
Held me in the arm felt my doose goose, she said no need to be afraid to
Bleed, Baby please hold the heat with ease, and don't pull it, just squeeze
Ever since I elevated, got my mind situated in due time
Got to get mine, shine they mind, check this chrome nine, I'm gettin busy
Lookin spiffy, I'm gettin em and hittin em paranoid shittin me
[Hook:]
Got my click ready ready to murda mad shit, mad shit
You pop mad shit what's the verdict
Humbly stumble on infamous just be runnin on your weak click
Get mad bent, lay back we peeps ya
Cookin material, what gat we scratch serial
You leary though, we 'liver you to your funeral
Assumin that you got the heart to bust back
[Hook: Jay Rush]
This is real life, ain't no motion picture soundtrack
I know killers that know killers, y'all don't want that
This is real life, ain't no motion picture soundtrack
I know killers that know killers, y'all don't want it
Y'all don't want it
This is
[Big Noyd:]
You already know what it is, I rep the Bridge for life, black
(Show me where the cash at) And it's like that
So I can get some good shit that keep the fiends comin back
You niggas talk gangsta but I don't hear none of that
You find me in the hood anywhere they get money at
Rollin in a coupe fully equipped, I can live with that
A chick real thick so when I'm bent I can get in that
They love the kid cause I rap, plus what I spit is crack
You know I'm 'bout money, though, won't be no cuffin that
Shorty's a hoe, so picture me lovin that
Spendin my dollars on Prada, never that
And I don't ever trick, I sit back, let the cheddar stack
And all you fake gangsters, I got one for you
You step on my toes or fuck with my dough I have to kill you
I dare one of you moolies to fool with the moolah
I reach for the toolie and send a shot through your medulla
Motherfucker cause
[Big Noyd]
One time...
... One time...
... Aight Yo thun this is it right here...
Right? ay this is right here, thun... one time...
That mean one time...
Ay yo... you know how it go... ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
[Big Noyd]
I produce threats, techs
The underworld sweat when I rep for my set
I pull techs and then wet
Ice jet froze on my neck
Explode with my two-G with [?] out of respect
M-o double b top shit, the logic
Y'all niggaz know y'all can't fuck with
From passed incidents, shoot outs and fish battles
Scuffle through state lines, you can't stop mine
It's a crime to the dumb, deaf, and blind
Way before your time, outta line niggaz walk straight when I approach mine
I - rep mine, infamous bloodline
Niggaz get your guns it's thug time
Came from no frills to skips
Nice to gat clips, a cold cold world to this icy hot shit
Scars, Bars, tapping niggaz' shit
I'm cuttin' em' buckin' 'em and fuckin' they' bitch
They like "who that nigga?" a smooth cat nigga
Walk around with two gats too, nigga
Staright like that, nigga, smack that nigga
If I don't know him then blast that nigga
[Chorus x2: Prodigy]
A yo...
The only way to live is the grimey way
The only way to get ahead is the gun way
We don't play
I can't let em' stop or shock me
They tried, I pulled out and popped 3... (echoes)
[Noyd talking in mid-Chorus]
This one right here thun...
Ay yo, Ayo
[Big Noyd]
This goin' out to my dearest, realest
Coldest, most closest holdin' me down
Chrome, double digit cali-Bow!
Never apart wit' it
Cock and spark wit' it
Get down on my knees and cross my heart wit' it
'Cuz it's real, when I use it to protect my life
Shit was real when he shot a nigga over his wife
To beat the breaks, guns, drugs
Waste clown tried to get me pound
I threw it down in his face
I get down in any town
Get down in any ghetto, anytime spittin' rounds
'The fuck can niggaz think yo
For the dough we can spit, My style flow sick
Wit' 16 bars I'm gettin' you gone qiuck
You don't want none of this, shit
I'm hot as a bitch
Check this shit I got em' shook now they' riding my dick
Don't forget I rock for those lovin' it, those thuggin' it
Hoes in they' clothes and the less unfortunate
[Chorus]
[Big Noyd]
Ayo Ayo
Ayo y'all niggaz can't stop me, watch me then
Catch me flyin' in my benz lovin' it
The Tre double 0 thuggin it, I was born to floss shit
But never could afford it
But now I got ones and guns to re-insure it
Reach for what's mine, pull out fuckin nine towards
The goal to the riches
What? I'm on it, all I need was the ones and my guns
The motherfuckin' beats
I makin' choruses where my name be
Noyd and finessed it
Oh, you obselete, why? I got demons
that's what that D be
Check me when you see me in the streets
Believe I got toast, cause we close like uno dos (1, 2)
[?] and of course of QB nigga rep
See you ain't hear me yet, QB nigga
Fuck being affiliate with, I'm official
?Down thun? this is on my chest
Be damned if I don't rep the hood to the death
Featuring Prodigy Of Mobb Deep]
Intro:
Extrordinary. Extrordinary. Yo (alright).
Big Noyd:
The trife life of living famous bustin' shots live it's dangerous
In midnight we do it right in clear blue light
The trife life rough wearin' handcuffs like bracelets
25 to life we faced it
Got on the run and got wasted
Mad agony havin' me more vexed
Got me pullin' out techs on opposite sex (uh)
The cream got me fiend (fiend) for masterville scheme (scheme)
Like doin' drivebys in stretched limozeens
I got tons of guns (uh) my niggas on the run pack the nickel plated
ones
Get the cheddar however dun cause niggas got dreams
Painted king the drug sling got they brain drained
Just to sling cocaine continusly seriously
My brain blunted the lye done it
We makin' hundreds that's all we wanted
To see my ill mean team seein' cream
The Infamous comin' outta Queens
Yo check it check it
Prodigy:
Yo it's the Pee me and the N.O.Y.D.
We put the chedda togetha so we can double the o.z.s
It grows like some family trees and beanstalks
Some hustlers naturally born with street smarts
Yo Karate it's you and Gotti y'all lift the weight
Me and Noyd attempt staring down at the plate
The Mobb niggas living wild inside of New York state
The five gates is a nigga is shook let him shake
While the coke back
Chef trip cook a boulder over the shoulder
With the wonders with they hands in pot holders
Soloist get rolled over
Rappin' Noyd takin' over you crossed over
Then you bucked in October
November, December came out the hospital keyed up
Paralysed from your feet up now slow ya speed up (uh)
Hook:
Big Noyd:
So recognize and realize I'm not the nigga lied
On the side of me Prodigy on the strength of who he be
Prodigy:
So recognize and realize I'm not the nigga lied
B.I.G. N.O.Y.D. he rip it constantly
Big Noyd:
I stay cool and causous with extra sources my nine Taurus hit bosses
Luitenents who's ever in it
Once the main man drop I got it locked to take it all why not?
Don't let that nigga Noyd get the drop I'm comin' steady heavy
Ready to murder pullin' triggers (triggers)
Soon to be famous dangerous type of nigga
I'm type crucifix definatly true to this
The natural born hustler Noyd finessin' it
Use to hustlin' tustlin' bustin' niggas wide open
No Jokin' like Rakim you must be smokin' (uh)
To fuck around with this you try to compare you didn't hear?
That nigga Noyd is extrodinar nigga what?
Prodigy:
Pioneer is extra ordinary rap flow
Sneek peek my Mobb style we clapped at your rap show
We formulate judged debatin' like some polititons
And come together like some coalition in position (wooo)
My team'll huddle your scheme was too suttle
Our crews cross paths your whole swarm face get bubble
Lookin' for trouble afraid so you found a couple
Me and rappin' Noyd blastin' off like NASA space shuttle (uh)
Prodigy my powers refined now they erupt in time
For climax you small cats what is you touchin'?
We complex your man got slapped just off of reflex
Learn from his mistake so avoid from being next
Holiday thugs occassionally act like thugs
Battery backs with Alkaline and Duracell mugs
A-yo Noyd these niggas must be on powerful drugs (crazy son)
(word up) Don't fuck kid word up
Hook (x2)
Outro:
(Word up) No doubt nine pound, we get down (the rappin' Noyd) Prodigy
the side of me (the rappin' Noyd) uh uh (the rappin' Noyd) Prodigy
(the
[Chorus: Ghetto]
Yeah Nigga it's that Kilo Rap,
Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh!
That way you could see more stack,
It's that real hustle music, nigga kilo rap!
Yeah Nigga it's that Kilo Rap,
Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh!
That way you could see more stack,
It's that real hustle music, nigga kilo rap!
[Verse 1: Ghetto]
Yo now I got the heart blow, push it by the cargo, Benz with the top low, ya'll Niggas talk slow
That's why yo money come slow, n' yo funds low
Nigga when the guns blow...
Clik full o gun bustas, flinch any gun toucher
Nigga it's a friday, split tha code five ways
Y'all Niggas violate, then you see tha nine spray
Double up - money back, Double up - hundred stack
Y'all Niggas wanna rap, pure shit comin' back
Mothafuckas talk but they don't want none of that
Nah, they don't want beef, stash in tha car seat
Buck em' down spark heat, Nigga we don't talk cheap
Nuthin' but a "G" thang, shoot'em'up BANG BANG!
Added to tha hustle game, flippin' work, cuttin' cane
You don't see the fuckin' chain hundred on the cupboard rings
If you ain't talking money, Nigga what the fuck you sayin'?
[Chorus: Ghetto]
Yeah Nigga it's that Kilo Rap,
Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh!
That way you could see more stack,
It's that real hustle music, nigga kilo rap!
Yeah Nigga it's that Kilo Rap,
Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh!
That way you could see more stack,
It's that real hustle music, nigga kilo rap!
[Verse 2: Termanology]
Ey yo, do it for tha OG's, 36 ozs
1000 grams on the PanAm overseas
Put it in a pan or a pot
Just to make it hot
Nigga when tha Term n' Rock...
Freeze by the double digits, keys turn above the sniffers
Squeeze turn the ugly bitches, fuckin' for tha bubbalicious
Baby mama's here to rock, with tha seed in tha pot
When the pop out the others we gon' see it on tha block
Right in front of rich deals, dipers full of shit still
Mommy got a piss grill, Daddy tryna pinch steel
Trunk full of fishscale, put it on tha big scale
Nigga when tha shit's real...
Now I need another bird, holla at my brother Irv
Cut it up in tha dirt, picture from tha gutta curves
Y'all still sellin' herbs, so you can't fuck with Term
St. gettin' money, Nigga whatta fuck you heard!
[Chorus: Ghetto {Big Noyd}]
Yeah Nigga it's that Kilo Rap,
Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh!
That way you could see more stack,
It's that real hustle music, nigga kilo rap!
Yeah Nigga it's that Kilo Rap,
Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh!
That way you could see more stack, {Yeah reeeeal, nigga}
It's that real hustle music, nigga kilo rap! {yo}
Yo, in em' streets, where I make my ends meet
In tha belly of tha beast, screamin' fuck tha police!
N' I'm never gon' stop til' I'm the fuckin' boss
Flossin' in that new poss, movin' weight like Ricky Ross, but of course:
You already know tha name, kid, Noyd from tha fuckin' bridge
Steppin' on dope, movin' coke it is what it is
I'm not yo average rappa, known as tha gun clappa
Burnin'-tha-dutch master, twistin' haze all day
I'm gangsta homie, I'm so hood homie, I keep that thing on me, so you know I'm good on it
Sit back n' let my paper stack, Yo it's that Kilo Rap
I'll be movin' mo base than that Premo track
A couple of grams, two o my mans
Greyhound chink that's down a quart o the plan
Been in town just to lock down
Call my connect
Let'em know I just touched down
Bring me tha Tec
[Verse 1:]
It's your boy Rapper Noyd, clappin toys, leave you famous
Kill the noise, Zoid, you will get destroyed by the stainless
Leave you brainless cause we gangsters that'll bang you out of anger
These slugs'll rearrange ya cause you nothin but a wankster
While you poppin shit we poppin clips, pop a cop, I pop your bitch
I'm that rude, that dude you don't wanna be fuckin with
I warn you once, that's all you get, I'm wild and I'm ruthless
I should lynch your ass, some hang-you-from-the-roof shit
Like Q did to Bishop, yeah I'm on some Juice shit
All for respect, you know how the goons get
Son, we ain't new to this, we true to this gangster shit
Navy blue Carhartt, Infamous handkerchief
Every day is dangerous, niggas wanna get at me
But I'm from the hood and the hip is where the gat be
You ain't gotta ask me, I'm right here, who want it?
That Queensbridge bullshit, yup yup, we on it
[Chorus:]
Cause we hungry, heartless, loco, retarted
Crazy, maybe, real quick to start shit
Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn to Harlem
We all got guns, you know we be mobbin
Boosters, shooters, niggas that be robbin
Kidnap your babies, you don't want no problems
Fuck you, pay me, my niggas is starvin
Infamous in this bitch, you know we be Mobbin
[Verse 2:]
You know why?
Cause I don't go nowhere without it, be without it cause I'm 'bout it
Make it rain on you cowards, bring a storm of gun showers
Make it smell like gun powder cause haters I devour
Face it, the game's ours, we ain't playin with them doubters
Aimin gats, swingin bats, fuck your raps, shit is crap
Dressed in black (?) I put one up in your back
Stay in your lane cause if it's fame you want stuntin you can get it
I send shots through your fitted, you want it, come with it
Cause I'm here all year, no fear, cock the bizkit
It might not pop off, but you don't wanna risk it
Bring the bidness with the burners or the ratchet or the hammer
I'm bananas, you only act gangster in front of cameras
You ain't gully, I get money cause I'm live, ride or die
In QB where I reside, puffin lye gettin high
See we fly while you drive, we up while you strive
You lease while we buy, cause I'm the truth, you'se a lie
Muthafucka
[Intro: Big Noyd]
Nighttime shift, you know it gets no realer than this
What! we be comin, we comin, 41st side nigga, gangstaz
Come on, we be in your face bitch
[Big Noyd]
You know when Q U come through we get 'em for they chain
They ain't sayin, quick to blow your motha'fuckin brains
Nigga light the Benz on autor, word to the daughter
Feel me black, ya' niggaz wanna beef, ya' niggaz betta squeeze
Hope he left his memories and fact, assumin that I love
That the streets and my gats, who hold me down?
Who got my back?, no one, who holdin me down?
Who got my back? shit my big guns makin you cowards run
I hit the bitch all in the lungs son wack 'em
When I flashed on 'em, I had his man turn an ass on 'em
Cuz the dezzy was pointed on his headdy
This niggaz ain't ready, dunn I dead crew
And ain't got shit poppin on Channel One news
Who the fuck is these dudes? niggaz wanna fuck
Who the fuck wanna screw? I'm reach for my shit ready to blast one
Doin jukes wit the one they say the mask on
Yo hold me down your heart is low budget son
You had one in the head but you didn't pull it son
No time for fake-ness
Be the first and last mistake you eva fuckin make bitch!
Come out and stop hidin, deal wit the pressure
Before I send hunger and gun to come get ya
Wit 4-4's and betta, dumb-dumb's I bet ya
You won't even feel wit when they kill ya
So watch your back bitch!
[Interlude: Big Noyd]
Cuz we ghetto gangsta shit, 41st side nigga
Come on, cuz we comin, we comin, we comin
41st side what we here now
Lets show 'em how we get down
[Hook x2: A-Dog]
All I see is crime outside and truthfully I can't take it
All these pains inside, don't think I'mma make it
Shit!, the game is real so you must stay strong
All I see is cats locked up and dead and gone
[A-Dog]
I know cats that hate to take flicks
Blood thick in the hip by lingua chicks
Eager to strip, cornball slip, they knees stash closer to my dick
Savage dude eatin food disturbin the eagle trips
Son kissed to my lips bein bees played the concrete
Snow in the summer to increase your heart-beat
Duke, make it happen so retrovior right?
But when I black out and cut ya'll in half and sayin it ain't right?
Six building of the hook, henny and remy's
Stand dawg lays in samy at your enemy
Now they pass memories, I pal chicken til the death
Legal raw or legal I'm covered so fuck the ATF
Now fact the lord my thoughts are raw
I'm capable to leave the sickness seemed to chair-fold
Now the fair war, or severe any man hoar head
Shots chest, shots squeeze til this red hot
Bubble like where hustle and numb rocks
Soften your hard rocks wit one shot
And put your mind on your opposery
Blood ooze on his rose-rary
As I back away cautiously
[Verse 1:]
Straight out the slammer, grab a hammer, a new shiny Mac
Nigga front on me, I'm puttin two up in his back
Which means a nigga stunt on me, he gettin clapped
It's a fact, won't catch me in the street and not strapped
Not at all, your boy Noyd keeps it raw
I came a long way from stuffin cracks in my drawers
To goin on tour to hangin plaques on my wall
You try to stop that, I take your fuckin head off
I just drive by slow
And point the heat right out the window
A nigga want beef, I'm lettin that thing go
In other words I let that machine gun blow
When it come to my foes
My gangstas, dealers, some real live niggas
Hustlers, killers, gettin guap niggas
Ready to pop off, somebody gotta die
Nigga, I'm everywhere, how the fuck you gon' hide?
When it's
(No where else to)
(No where else to)
(No where else to hide)
[Verse 2:]
I said it's hot in here, the cops here, the homie got the glock, yeah
They say we hood cause you can find us right here
Sippin on a light beer, dipped in Carhartt gear
And I know niggas on the Island doin life there
They ain't got a slight, yeah, ready to fight, yeah
My name's Rapper, America's nightmare
And we don't fight fair, nah, cause we quite sick
I got homies that'll bang you with a ice pick
They beat up police with they own nite sticks
You get on my nerves, no question that I might flip
Look dunn, I'm not dumb, I roll with a big gun
And I spit heat at you faster than Big Pun
I got a lotta rhymes but all I gotta say is one
Once they hear me spit on the drums, their career is done
You could try to run but where you gon side to?
You ain't here, I was in the street, you been lied to
(No where else to)
(No where else to)
(No where else to hide)
[Verse 3:]
I woke up one mornin, turned my radio on
I couldn't find my money, I knew it was on
Damn, I was dead bent, sippin Henny's, drownin beers
It couldn't be that chick cause that bitch still here
Where my gun, hit my dunn, damn, this hangover killin me
Party poppin last night, the streets feelin me
But stop, where's my guap, though?
Don't make me have to wake this bitch up with the.44
Everybody know how I bang for that dough
Whether a gangsta or a hoe - what's this over here?
Oh shit, she lucky, there it go
Listen ma, I don't wanna sound mean
But damn shit, a nigga had to bang for this CREAM
And even though it really ain't nothin to me
I'm tryina get you, I can't let you get me
You lookin real sweet and you fly, too
But think about it - you get me, tell me where the fuck you gon hide, boo?
(No where else to)
(No where else to)
(Make the money talk)
(Make the money talk)
(Talk)
(Make the money talk)
(Make the money)
(I'm gettin money) (money) (money)
(Money talk, bullshit walk)
(I'm gettin money) (money) (money)
(Make the money talk)
(Make the money talk)
(Talk)
(Make the money talk)
(Make the money)
(I'm gettin money) (money) (money)
(Make the money talk)
(Make the money talk)
(Talk)
(Make the money talk)
(La-la-la-la)
[Verse 1:]
See, I'm about money, a whole lotta cheese
Niggas talkin greasy - it ain't about me
Cause bullets cost money, but I give 'em out for free
If I hear my name out the mouth of a MC
Nigga please, niggas must be smokin good trees
Always poppin shit, you know how the hood be
They envy when you walk, they rather see you down
When you go broke, them niggas ain't around
Clowns, see 'em in the street, air 'em out
I'm deaf, I ain't tryina hear nobody now
Gotta tell my money shut up, it talks too much
They say my records won't sell, I'm New York too much
I keep a hammer on the hip, Henny in the cup
Money over bitches, now that's what's up
But don't get me wrong, you know I keep a hoe
But ain't nothin that a nigga love more than the dough
I'm 'bout money
[Variation of intro sample sequence]
[Verse 2:]
See, it don't mean a thing if it ain't about green
Like when you mention the Bridge you think about Queens
I go all out for the cake, you know I love the CREAM
You hear the word Infamous, you think of my team
Ron Gotti, Hav and P, G.O.D
Gambino, Ty Nitty and the N-o-y-d
Money-hungry go-getters, fly hood niggas
From the ice in the rings to the 40-inch gleam
Too much dough for money clips, partners in this rap shit
All we do is stack chips and load the Mac clips
You know the money talks, so listen ma and disappear
I'm goin Hollyhood, I'm tryina be a millionaire
Who cares if we break up, we ain't gotta make up
All I do is cake up from the time I wake up
No time to slip up, just make sure my money long
You know you hoes disappear when the money gone
[Noyd Talking]
Somebody gon'(na) die in this bitch
We about to "air it out"
[Verse 1: Noyd]
I don't know what convinced you to mention the mobb
Must of been bent straight of the alcohol
Once you crossed that path, fuck with that cash
Quick, fast have a sick clique get up in that ass
Gold Pee nigga with the cracks in his ass
Pretty Tone homey with the mack in the grass
They buck you then fuck your boo where she shit at
Then we profit from it, and spit it on the tridack (track)
Letting the world know you a bitch ass kidat (cat)
And how your own hood disrespect you where you live at
They be hey all day how you let him do that
Noyd and his clique I think you better get at
But don't gas your dog he ain't built for that
I will spit 'em all right through his fitted kiddap (cap)
Jump out with the midack (mack) on Broadway and Housten
Right in front of thousand and put it in efidack (effect)
I'm a pay!
[Hook x2: Havoc]
The word is out, Noyd is out
And he about to Air it out
Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's (a)bout
[Verse 2: Noyd]
Ayo... Nigga better back up off please
When you got tough, huh? thun you lost me
You never grind enough you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger will kill you softly
Then we see then yeah who the boss be
Smoke your little clique like a bag of the Hersey
How the fuck it's all good, Nigga the hood is thirsty
Peep the big six and you want to test me
Gon' make my gun spit, y'all niggas kill me
Gon' have my gun, sitting on your ear piece
Having your bitch screaming please don't kill me
I don't owe you shit and I ain't your daddy
I don't own the six I own the "Navi"
And I'm sitting deep this nigga sweet like candy
You niggas want beef you know get right at me
QB nigga that's why you can't stand me (You know cause...)
[Hook x2: Havoc]
The word is out, Noyd is out
And he about to Air it out
Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's bout
[Verse 3: Noyd]
See we don't back down we go pound for pound
Tech for tech right on the block emptying clips
Buck something leave motha fuckas hitting the deck
And then one by one motha fuckas be dead
The word is out, Noyd is out
East coast, Weat coast down to the dirty south
Catch anybody flossin' I'm airing it out
With the nine hollow tips man I'm spittin' 'em out
Listen out cause I'm emptying out for that bling
That watch and that chain put a bullet in your brain
Not a thing I'm a gangsta this is what I do
Go to war wuth the bangers and eat niggas food
When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is thun
If I'm lying I'm flying word to everything I love
Don't get it twist nigga cause I twist niggas cap back
That QB gutter shit bringing it bidack (back)
[Hook x2: Havoc]
The word is out, Noyd is out
And he about to Air it out
Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
Sometimes I wish I have three different faces
I'm going to court for three cases - in three places
One in Queens, Manhattan, one in Brooklyn
The things is lookin' I'ma see send ya bookings
Facing three, three the nines - it's mad time
After wreck a confor, sawin' two nines
I gotta maintain, 'caus stress on the brain
Can lead to a motherfucking suicide thang
And plus my probation - a I'll violation
How the fuck did I get in this tight situation
I'm going all out, you know moves I never fake
And fuck the jake, they can catch me at my wake
And if I die, burnin' back a blade
(Ghetto) (ghetto) (ghetto) (ghetto)
(Infamous)
(The world's most)
(Infamous)
(We do this shit for real)
[Verse 1: Big Noyd]
Six blocks ghetto child, runnin wild causin terror
Crack slinger, rap singer from the Juice Crew era
Sippin OE, blowin trees, gun up in my leather
I'm live with them 45 nines and Berettas
I'm (ghetto), you can find me in the hood
Sippin on a cold brew, twistin backwoods
If the spot get rushed, then drugs get flushed
And if you not down to ride niggas can't bang with us
We runnin round Mobbin, runnin round robbin
You lookin like food and my niggas is starvin
So share your spoon or meet my goons
I got homies up north that'll be home soon
That keep it (ghetto) and man they don't stunt
All they need is a 20, a kush and one blunt
Don't front, you can't blame us, we made the hood famous
The 41st side where we speak that Dunn language
[Chorus:]
We keep it ghetto, everyday stackin dough
Never slippin, pimpin, mackin hoes
Gangsters, hustlers, you already know
(Infamous) (Niggas can't bang with us)
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Yo N-o-y-d (I got you) You got me? Aight then
Let's run the frontline together, these niggas hypemen
Background clowns who ain't never spent a night in
The gutter where jokin on muthafuckas lead to fightin
But not fists, I'm talkin 'bout Glocks, 5ths, ninas
Mac-11's,.38's, specials, choppers and street sweepers
Rarely will you see a nigga throw up meat beaters
Hands only do damage, with canons you meet Jesus
Loud shots till the cow stops, I mean the beef ceases
Either one, you still numb, stuck in a deep freezer
In the hood it's winter all year round, we keep heaters
Hollow tips in that clip, you don't drip, you leak liters
Every other day a nigga get smoked like cheap reefer
Every 10 minutes a hoe get coked and skeet-skeeters
Put a helmet on your man, these bitches dangerous
The Infamous (Infamous) (Niggas can't bang with us)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Big Noyd]
Hey yo
Dunn, that shit that kill me - MC's claimin they ghetto and don't live it
You know, how they bust they guns and stay killin
Or how they did time for crimes in state prison
Or how they sold drugs on they block - but who didn't?
It's the (ghetto) where we stay pissy drunk and weeded up
We flip work on the hill, nigga, then re it up
You know the homies in the hood g'd up
We keep bitches in the cut and 22's on the truck
Give a fuck, I ain't playin, I been thuggin since a juvenile
A young g slingin dope, weed and runnin wild
The fiends know me as the kid who got it
Up and down the strip, 24/7 I will supply it
In the (ghetto) I dug pockets, started riots, I'm the flyest
Psychotic MC who emerged from the projects
Son, I get it rockin, for the cake I get it poppin
The jakes wanna knock him and the haters can't stop him
Nighttime shift, you know it gets no realer than this
What? We be comin', we comin', 41st side nigga, gangstaz
Come on, we be in your face, bitch
You know when Q U come through, we get 'em for they chain
They ain't sayin', quick to blow your motha'fuckin' brains
Nigga light the Benz on autor, word to the daughter
Feel me black, ya' niggaz wanna beef, ya' niggaz betta squeeze
Hope he left his memories and fact, assumin' that I love
That the streets and my gats, who hold me down?
Who got my back? No one, who holdin' me down?
Who got my back? Shit my big guns makin' you cowards run
I hit the bitch all in the lungs, son, wack 'em
When I flashed on 'em, I had his man turn an ass on 'em
'Cuz the dezzy was pointed on his headdy
This niggaz ain't ready, dunn I dead crew
And ain't got shit poppin' on Channel One news
Who the fuck is these dudes? Niggaz wanna fuck
Who the fuck wanna screw? I'm reach for my shit ready to blast one
Doin' jukes wit' the one they say the mask on
Yo hold me down your heart is low budget son
You had one in the head but you didn't pull it son
No time for fake-ness
Be the first and last mistake you eva fuckin' make, bitch
Come out and stop hidin', deal wit' the pressure
Before I send hunger and gun to come get ya
Wit 4-4's and betta, dumb-dumb's, I bet ya
You won't even feel wit' when they kill ya
So watch your back, bitch
'Cuz we ghetto gangsta shit, 41st side nigga
Come on, 'cuz we comin', we comin', we comin'
41st side what we here now
Let's show 'em how we get down
All I see is crime outside and truthfully, I can't take it
All these pains inside, don't think I'mma make it
Shit, the game is real so you must stay strong
All I see is cats locked up and dead and gone
I know cats that hate to take flicks
Blood thick in the hip by lingua chicks
Eager to strip, cornball slip, they knees stash closer to my dick
Savage dude eatin' food, disturbin' the eagle trips
Son kissed to my lips bein' bees played the concrete
Snow in the summer to increase your heart-beat
Duke, make it happen so retrovior right?
But when I black out and cut y'all in half and sayin' it ain't right?
Six building of the hook, Henny and Remy's
Stand dawg lays in samy at your enemy
Now they pass memories, I pal chicken till the death
Legal raw or legal I'm covered so fuck the ATF
Now fact the lord, my thoughts are raw
I'm capable to leave the sickness seemed to chair-fold
Now the fair war or severe any man hoar head
Shots chest, shots squeeze till this red hot
Bubble like where hustle and numb rocks
Soften your hard rocks wit' one shot
And put your mind on your opposer
Blood ooze on his rose-rary as I back away cautiously
All I see is crime outside and truthfully, I can't take it
All these pains inside, don't think I'mma make it
Shit, the game is real so you must stay strong
All I see is cats locked up and dead and gone
All I see is crime outside and truthfully, I can't take it
All these pains inside, don't think I'mma make it
Shit, the game is real so you must stay strong
All I see is cats locked up and dead and gone
All I see is crime outside and truthfully, I can't take it
All these pains inside, don't think I'mma make it
Shit, the game is real so you must stay strong
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