Big Noyd

Big Noyd - Shit That He Said lyrics

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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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