Big Noyd

Big Noyd - All Pro songtekst

Je score:
[Ty Nitty]
 5-7-75 my born day
 I reach earth, now i'm involved in foul play
 Ty Nitty
 New York City
 we stay right
 the high life
 flooded ice from jewel heist
 the Infamous Mobb with hood-like sense
 get up on a nigga quick
 hit 'em up with the ice pick
 strike quick
 leave ya body froze, sub-zero
 was taught to fear no
 so I do so
 be All Pro
 flow international, rational
 matter of fact, i'm blastin' you
 with the loaded weapon
 no question
 first suggestion
 pack ya shit, and head Western
 relocation
 new state, new destination
 re-arrange your life
 on the run from vice
 make you pray to Christ
 kid fucked up
 my Mobb is rough
 nigga, what!
 [Twin]
 We true to be
 snake niggas for eternity
 Mobb family
 murder thee
 if it's meant to be
 trife casualty
 got the whole world after me
 catastrophe among us, fatal tragedy
 Mafiosa, murder one mind
 black toaster, low composure
 twin Glocks in 2 holsters
 we mobb vultures
 watch the fleet come closer
 we tap down
 nowhere to run now
 don't back down
 muffled out my 4-pound
 silent sound
 bodies bloody on the ground
 chest full of 12 4-pound rounds
 nigga lay down, kid you assed out now
 [Havoc]
 no doubt, the infamous reppin' up in this
 know what i'm sayin'
 next up
 [Prodigy]
 yeah yeah whatever kid, whatever kid
 yo, yo, the chronicles of a criminal cat who hold gat
 and bust back at trash ass cats who scratch
 leave big holes like bitches with they legs spread hot
 ready for action now peep my whole block
 unveiled, and reveal hazardous skill
 trained assassins of this rap danger field
 I feel y'all niggas ain't really keepin' it real


 use that ice grill like a shield
 nigga you meal, for my vultures
 swoop down attack your corpse
 and found layin' in the streets of New York
 now sleepwalk
 for that shit you did, shoulda never had did
 now you boxed in
 sentenced to a lifetime bid
 nigga Noyd and Pee, shine light like jewelry
 silver and gold exclusively
 terrorize and multiplee
 shot up your spot up
 it just ain't what you used to be
 after these fists of NY struck you D
 Now you see a whole new life and new leaf
 searchin' for an exit tryin' to retreat the street
 wavin' white flags no days, you dead meat
 we only truce when your heartbeat cease, peace
 [Big Noyd]
 Now who dare swear they can step up on these premises
 protected by a bunch of menaces
 Rapper Noyd, the soloist
 4-pound controloist
 comin' out the infamous controllin' the shit
 pistol packin' Pee on the side of me
 leap if you think sweet
 shit's deep, infamously
 now check the family
 Prodigy, H-A-V-O-C, Ty Nitty, Godfather pt. 3, Gambino, Face, and
 Gotti
 so don't try me
 or better yet don't try this
 my click specialty is vulturin'
 trained endangerin'
 packin' pipe games
 them heavy metal thing things
 ain't nuthin' changed
 Karate Joe, Money No, make 'em fold
 gather up them hoes
 take 'em to the mo
 keep it on the low
 you know the steelo, immediately
 the VSOP is mandatory
 it's all about hoes and clothes
 the same story
 stackin' cheddar, packin' Berettas, keepin' it real
 fuck the sentimental feel
 the Mobb movin' shit in reseal
 swiftly, smooth and quickly
 the million dollar operation ran by the Mobb foundation
 the nine pound we had it locked down
 kept 'em shook
 nine double trey's off da hook
 the Mobb became famous from the lives that we took
 doin' jooks
 so peep how the 4-pound sound it's off the motherfuckin' hook
 shit is real, plus exclusive and grimy
 Rapper Noyd takin' over with the Mobb behind me
 nigga what
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Publisher: Tommy Boy Music

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Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Episodes of a Hustla (1996)

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