Big Noyd

Big Noyd - Recognize And Realise Ii songtekst

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Havoc:
 Yo its the real, son you know how it go
 Ass out like a child get blown you on the streets though
 Regulatin s.o's, eternal banger leave your jug vain hangin
 You want beef, it aint bangin
 Foul memories, you was bent but you remember its the infamous
 Never took our shoes off when we handle
 Stash gash gortex
 Swimmin hennee leave the floor wet
 Stormed out, man down make leakin on the compound
 To all you fake crooks, stay shook, frontin with those thug looks
 Get yo mug cooked and plus your thug took
 You overlook the fact that shit was real
 Now I got to take that ass to school for real
 My click did pussy niggas down with the quick
 My peeps guzzilin while your crew was takin sips
 Set the vault lampin comin through comin through
 Q B in this muthafucker what you wanna do

 Big Noyd:
 The trife life of living famous bustin' shots live it's dangerous
 In midnight we do it right in broad light
 The trife life rough wearin' handcuffs like bracelets 25 to life we faced it
 Got on the run and got wasted
 Mad agony havin me more vexed
 Got me pullin' out techs on opposite sex
 The cream got me fiend for masterville scheme
 Like doin' drivebys in stretched limozeens
 I got tons of guns my niggas on the run pack the nickel plated ones
 Get the cheddar however dun cause niggas got dreams
 Painted king the drug sling got they brain drained
 Just to sling cocaine continusly seriously
 My brain blunted the lye done it
 We makin' hundreds that's all we wanted
 To see my ill mean team seein cream
 The Infamous comin outta Queens
 Yo check it check it

 Prodigy:
 Yo it's the Pee me and the N.O.Y.D.
 We put the chedda togetha so we can double the o.z.
 It grows like some family trees and beanstalks
 Some hustlers naturally born with street smarts
 Yo Karate it's you and Gotti y'all lift the weight
 Me and Noyd attempt staring down at the plate
 The Mobb niggas living wild inside of New York state
 The five gates is a nigga is shook let him shake
 While the coke back
 Chef trip cook a boulder over the shoulder
 With the wonders with they hands in pot holders
 Soloist get rolled over
 Rappin' Noyd takin' over you crossed over
 Then you bucked in October
 November, December came out the hospital keyed up
 Paralysed from your feet up now slow ya speed up

 Hook:
 Got my click ready ready to murda mad shit, mad shit
 You pop mad shit whats the verdict
 Humbly stumble on infamous just be runnin on your weak click
 Get mad bent, lay back we peeps ya
 Cookin material, what gat we scratch serial
 You leary though, we 'liver you to your funeral
 Assumin that you got the heart to bust back, im in the cut with not one
 But two gats

 Prodigy:
 Yo its the P realisticly speakin, get left leakin
 Reality bites, I strike back, we even
 You still breathin make sure his heart stop beatin
 You bleed on top the concrete, found indecent
 Blank out when I see you, send shots at your cerebral
 Go at your throat like a pit bul
 Stop and feed you to the vultures, like reek scotchers
 Your left limb is from start to finish
 Your whole squad get hit hard
 I run with a foul type nigs is war scarred
 Resembalin Vietnam, infaltries that bomb
 Your head nigga, headquaters we take over
 My snake niggas crew strike like that of a cobra
 Constrict like boas, wrap tight around your soldiers
 Enclosed in, trapped within the clutches of madmen

 Big Noyd:
 Yo whats the verdict about that small cat you coulda murdered
 Long back when you used to keep the gat in the engine,
 Now rememberin, sayin dont flip, when the mac spits, somebody
 Bound to get hit and snitch
 You know the shit's been gone for a minute, come on
 You still in it, runnin with the team gettin that cream
 Do your thing, I respect that, you know that
 The guards in charge, whenever you involved, I know the mobb's
 On they job
 When you creep, I know you go deep, no sleep and more heat
 Peal that cap, he nothin sweet it somethin though
 You got me serious, now im furious whats next, a cat get clapped and
 Offer reflex the thug in the blood for pops, dukes, even my mom too
 Held me in the arm felt my doose goose, she said no need to be afraid to
 Bleed, Baby please hold the heat with ease, and dont pull it, just squeeze
 Ever since I elevated, got my mind situated in due time
 Got to get mine, shine they mind, check this chrome nine, Im gettin busy
 Lookin spiffy, Im gettin em and hittin em paranoid shittin me

 Hook:
 Got my click ready ready to murda mad shit, mad shit
 You pop mad shit whats the verdict
 Humbly stumble on infamous just be runnin on your weak click
 Get mad bent, lay back we peeps ya
 Cookin material, what gat we scratch serial
 You leary though, we 'liver you to your funeral
 Assumin that you got the heart to bust back
 Im in the cut with not one, but two gats
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