Big Noyd

Big Noyd - Infamous Mobb lyrics

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Intro:
 We gonna dim the lights.
 Hook:
 The Infamous Mobb
 Big Noyd on his job
 Yo son you know what the deal is yeah, spark the lye. Do my thing kid.
 Yo
 Big Noyd in the house for the motherfuckin' 380.
 Havoc:
 Rappin' Noyd takin' the world over
 Universal the Mobb soldiers we explode like super nova
 And implode your whole sculpture
 We make quota and cook up some big boulder
 We gettin' older time flies we gettin' older
 You play the sofa while we excel over the sky rocket
 You flee we gonna drop it
 Now reminise over that time you felt some hot shit
 We cash profit or for cracks we rock chop it and shot pop it
 Desperate attempts to try to stop it
 And you be callin' it quits or rappin' Noyd kick that locked up shit
 Big Noyd:
 I peep wild bucks comin' to jail switch they sex up
 It's fucked up niggas get banked up others hang up
 The thugs in population be reppin' steppin' for the phone piece
 You ass you get splashed in the dome piece
 Can't hold your own either
 Pack up or get jacked up that's why I strap up with my back up
 Against the wall when it's time to brawl
 I'm throwin' blows at devils like Prodigy
 Livin' underneath the roof with 50 thieves
 And the ? is bound to get cha
 Latin Kings wearin' greens runnin' teef from the island of the Sing
 Sing
 Representin' Queens to the fullest I hold my own watchin' my dome
 While I jones for they home they call me a klepto
 Cause I be leavin' niggas wet though
 Dead and stinkin' constantly fully blown leakin'
 I'm black half Puerto Rican hypothetically speakin'
 Monocones gettin' blown sleepin'
 I stay strappin' never yappin' that it can't happen
 But when you bring it come prepared never scarred captain
 Don't never sain knuckle down spit our bangers do our thing
 Till one of us be bleedin' then be headed to the bing
 I'm not bionic I'm just a convict puffin' chronic
 Protectin' my way nigga dig it's irronic
 Enought to make you bust make you wanna cuss
 Nigga what the fuck you ain't tough shit ain't sweet shit is serious
 You must be delerious you kidding me talking bout you gettin' me and
 rippin' me
 Rather grab a mo and rip it slow like a penetentary
 Nigga please I been in and out the joint since '93 what
 So what the fuck you think you tellin' me nigga what what what
 Hook
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: Episodes of a Hustla (1996)

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