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



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[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]

motherfucker, word up