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[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 on the side of me (the rappin' Noyd) uh uh (the rappin' Noyd) Prodigy (the rappin' Noyd) on the side of me. Prodigy, on the side of me. Yo we out |
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Artist: Big Noyd
Album: Episodes of a Hustla Title: Usual Suspect feat. Prodigy [Big Noyd] 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 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] It's the untouchable, 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 Cuz you know my gat big |
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(Big Noyd: accapella)
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 ill 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 Put the lot in the air, sometimes I just don't car |
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(feat. Havoc (Mobb Deep))
(Chorus/Intro: Mobb Deep) Shit that he said, shit that he spread Led to this fucking four fifth to his head Shit that he spread, shit that he said If he relies on the streets, gone leave your ass dead Shit that he said, shit that he spread Led to this fucking four fifth to his head Shit that he spread, shit that he said If he?relies on the streets gone leave your ass dead (Verse One: Big Noyd) Ay yo, if you scheming, I hope your team's tight My dogs bite, never cocking it twice Hitting you up, making 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 monsters Bringing static with these automatics Fuck revolvers, there is no team mobber than ours True thugs, ask around about us It's MD, repping 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 faggot ass jetting through the block, little bitch I know what time it is, you drop diamonds It's the feds, now I gotta go and put one up in your head (Chorus: Havoc) Shit that he said, shit that he spread Led to this fucking four fifth to his head Shit that he spread, shit that he said If he relies on the streets, gone leave your ass dead Shit that he said, shit that he spread Led to this fucking four fifth to his head Shit that he spread, shit that he said If he relies on the streets gone leave your ass dead (Verse Two: Big Noyd) Yo, it's time to drag the phones in the home It's time to be alone, I'm zoning The only thing in the back of my mind, shit is blowing Either blowing on beef, blowing these cats up in the street Or shorty blowing me while we roll in the Jeep Dunn that aint 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 gone get up, and keep it moving I keep it reppin, with fully automatic weapon Make them bleed for the cheese, no question Keep stepping 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, as fast as you can blink With one life to live, kid I'm living with a venge After dark, when the guns spark Sage begins, begins what (Chorus: Havoc) Shit that he said, shit that he spread Led to this fucking four fifth to his head Shit that he spread, shit that he said If he relies on the streets, gone leave your ass dead Shit that he said, shit that he spread Led to this fucking four fifth to his head Shit that he said, shit that he spread If he relies on the streets gone leave your ass dead (Verse Three: Big Noyd) You ready for war, yo nigga it's war Say no more, I'll be at your front door With the chrome four four, Squeezing, leaving Your fucking whole house bleeding And dead, cause of the shit that you said And the shit that you spread, got you filled up with lead And leaking, cause your monkey ass wasn't thinking You fucking 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 going all out, slugged out, and grimy 52 pick up, nigga check this here It's a stick up And that tech on your neck, making sure you don't get up Went from rocking Benneton, to being a don Now it's way Kenneth Cole, with Timberlands (pronounced Timbalons) 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 (Chorus/Outro: Havoc) Shit that he said, shit that he spread Led to this fucking four fifth to his head Shit that he spread, shit that he said If he relies on the streets, gone leave your ass dead Shit that he said, shit that he spread Led to this fucking four fifth to his head Shit that he said, shit that he spread If he relies on the streets gone leave your ass dead (x2) |
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(feat. Prodigy)
One time.. (There's really, nuttin, realer than this, realer than this) One time (This is it right here Dunn) One time, before I go Dunn this is it right here Right here, this is it right here Dunn One time, right here one time Aiyyo, you know how it goes, aiyyo (Big Noyd) Aiyyo, aiyyo, I produce threats, tecs The underworld sweat when I rep for my set I pull out tecs and let wet, ice drip froze on my neck, explode when my 2G whip correct Out of respect, M-O-double-B top shit But logic, y'all niggaz know y'all can't fuck wit From past incidents, shootouts, and fist battles Scuffles through state lines, you can't stop mine It's a crime to the dumb deaf and blind Way before your time out of line niggaz walk straight When I approach my I, rep my Infamous bloodline Niggaz get your guns it's thug time Came from no frills to skips, nights that gat clips A cold cold world to this icy hot shit (Nigga) Scars, bars, tappin niggaz shit I'm cuttin 'em, buckin 'em, and fuckin they bitch You like, "Who that nigga?" A smooth cat nigga Walk around with two gats too nigga Straight like that nigga, smack that nigga If I don't know him then blast that nigga (Chorus repeat 2X: Prodigy) (Aiyyo) The only way to live is the grimy way The only way to get ahead is the gun way We don't play, I can't let 'em stop me and shock me They try it I pulled out and pop three (Big Noyd) This one right here Dunn, aiyyo aiyyo This goin out to my dearest, realest Coldest most closest holdin me down Chrome double digit cali-BLAOW, never apart with it Cock and spark with it Get down on my knees and cross my heart with it cause it's real, when I use it to protect my life Shit was real when he shot a nigga over his wife Them be the breaks, guns, drugs, (??) Clown tried to give me pound I threw it down in his face I get down - in any town, get down in any ghetto (??) time spit rounds, what the fuck y'all niggaz thinkin? Yo for the dough we can spit, my style flow sick For them sixteen bars, I get in you God quick You don't want none of this, shit I'm hot as a pit Check the shit I got 'em shook now they ride on my dick Don't forget I rock for those lovin it, those thuggin it Holes in they clothes and the less unfortunate (Chorus) (Big Noyd) Aiyyo, aiyyo Aiyyo y'all niggaz can't stop me, watch me then Catch me flyin in my Benz, lovin it The trey-double-zero, 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 my spine, pull out a fuckin nine Tourist' The road to the riches, what I'm on it All I need was the ones, and my Dunns The motherfuckin beats, I'm makin choruses where my name be Noyd Infa' nasty Hoe you obsolete, 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 and floss and of course Q.B. nigga rep See you ain't hear me yet, Q.B. nigga Fuck bein affiliate with, I'm official Die with the initials on my chest Be damned if I don't rep the hood to the death (Chorus) - 2 |
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(Big Noyd)
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 Queens - you know we rep |
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