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(Noyd Talking) Somebody gon'(na) die in this bitch We about to "air it out" (Noyd Verse 1) 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! (Havoc - Hook 2X) 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 (Noyd -Verse 2)
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 . . .) (Havoc - Hook 2X) 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 (Noyd - Verse 3) 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) (Havoc - Hook 2X) 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
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