(feat. PMD)



[Noyd:]

I'm coming right at 'em, dun.  Come on!



You see these monkey-see-monkey-do's only holding 22's

They're bucking nothing, letting nothing die

You see I roll for dolo, I don't need a crew

I pack up by the gun or two

Believe me and I'm letting stuff fly

And I don't give a fuck about the law

Because I've been here before

I've been locked in, boxed in, adolescence at war

I've been locked up, shot up, niggas calling the cops up

I make these niggas shit in their draws. I seen it all

Let's move on to the scale, the soda and fishscale

We be making crack like this

Let's forget about hell, nigga, them jails, them god-damned snitches

They're going to make me clap the bitch

You see I'm all over the beat

You know I'm all up in the street

My niggas and bitches, bang to this

Check it, if it don't shine

Believe me homies, I pack some nines

I'm going to bang til I empty my clip

You know my style, kid



[Noyd in Chorus:]

With my timbs on my feet and the gat on my back

When I'm strapping, you know I'm grinding, nigga

You have to see me with nines, if you want to stop mine

I be two steps ahead and you be one shot from dying

I don't run from feds for the bread I'm frying

The chicks say they love me, but I know they're lying

The closest thing to me only be my iron

And I ain't lying



[PMD:]

I've been doing this rap thing for years, ain't a damn thing changed

Still on the block with my dogs, kicking the slang

Kool and the Gang don't sound like E and King

Since it's my thing, street cats respect my name

Got the perfect game when it comes to this hiphop game

Crack your frame, leave your whole shit in flames

I'm like the gator in the Florida swamp, you losers no comp

You know the track record, mess around and get stomped

From "The Headbanger" to "You've Gots To Chill"

I stacked and built, packed and filled

So why these cats be acting ill?

Across the planet, my walls are granite

Slow down, partner, the beat is never lost or stranded

I can rap for centuries, spit with the first infantry

[] in the back, I take the jet and keep the Bentley

Don't tempt P, I squeeze until my whole clip's empty

[Still say I was sent when it's empty]



[Chorus]



[Noyd:]

Ain't nothing changed, me and only me got my back

With no gang, I maintain with a baby Mac

This game got these niggas thinking they're hard when they ain't

Like they're God and won't catch ache in broad day. These niggas soft

You know they've got sugar in their tank, man, get lost

Before you catch it right across your face

You got "thug" pumping through your hearts and veins

Till my slugs come busting through your window panes

Then they flip, you know they turn and they snitch

Nobody in the hood seemed to heard of them since

Listen, dun, you don't want it, you don't want to feel the Tec

I'm coming squeezing, leave you bleeding

Y'all niggas know the rest



[Chorus]