Big Noyd

Big Noyd - Episodes Of A Hustla lyrics

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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]
 motherfucker, word up
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: Episodes of a Hustla (1996)

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