(feat. Big Noyd)



[Big Noyd]

Check it out yo, 'ey yo

They call me Big Noyd, the one that smack the taste out

your fucking mouth, I keep it gutter that's what I be about

that's what I breathe, what I eat, that's what I shitted out

I'm from the streets and I'm a G and I know nothing else

like when there's beef I grap a Tec from the fucking shelve

stuff it in my jeans step on the scene, ruin your health

snitches run their mouth, that's why I do it myself

no need to co, there's noone ratting me out

just to find the guy, I keep it gully nigga ride out

before my thuns come and air out your hide out

matter fact say no more, your raw to grap your four

your scared to call your dog, nigga let's get it on

I set it off, I start long blows

knock your ass out and leave your dead with a bloody nose

winking to your front door, who you know as raw as me

a skinny nigga, but up on the streets i'm a beast, motherfucker



[Hook: Big Noyd]

Yeah, yeah, this is how we do it man

we busting them chrome nines and running from one time

this is how we do it man

my mind on my money and my money on my mind, yep

this is how we do it man

we strap with them big gats, and chases some cool cat

this is how we do it man

we hold it down we don't fuck around niggaz know our style, yep



[Masta Ace]

Hope I don't get shot today

'cause I heard some niggaz letting off rounds, like a block away

it's like walking through Vietnam

sorrounded by americans dressed like the vietcom

see that kid, 16, try to cop a gat

ever since he was a brat he been a copy-cat

and he ain't scared to pull it blood

so I better watch my step or I might catch a bullet slug

see there's all kinds of rival stuff

we all in the line of fire nigga, and survival's tough

send my son to the store, 'cause there's mole on the bread

they might send him home with a hole in the head

and just like 'Windex Cleaner'

it's clear that niggaz settle problems with their index finger

and my moms has yet to strove

'cause she know that folks catches strays like pet control

these are dangerous times, the life's on the line

a nigga might get it by the knife or the nine

I gotta stay awake when I hold the cake

'cause the grim reaper looking for a soul to take

and the next cat may be him

so I look over my shoulder, when I'm standing at the ATM

ya can go 'head and worry 'bout the crackers, fine

but that nigga with the nine, skin is black as mine



[Hook: Masta Ace]

This is how they do it man

sawed-off shot, screaming give me what you got, nigga

this is how they do it man

straight off blunt spillers and natural born killers

this is how they do it man

chrome play the nine, put your life on the line, woaw

this is how they do it man

holding down the block, the plot just won't stop, no