big noyd - back up in this bitch lyrics
somebody gonna die in this b-tch
we about to air it out
i don’t know what convinced you to mention the mobb
must of been bent straight of the alcohol
once you crossed that path, f-ck with that cash
quick, fast have a sick clique get up in that -ss
gold pee, n-gg- with the cracks in his -ss
pretty tone homey with the mack in the gr-ss
they buck you, then f-ck your boo, where she sh-t at?
then we profit from it and spit it on the tridack
(track)
letting the world know you a b-tch -ss kidat
(cat)
and how your own hood disrespect you, where you live at
they be hey all day, how you let him do that
noyd and his clique i think you better get at
but don’t gas your dog, he ain’t built for that
i will spit? em all right through his fitted kiddap
(cap)
jump out with the midackon broadway and houston
(mack)
right in front of thousand and put it in efidack, i’m a pay
(effect)
the word is out, noyd is out
and he about to air it out
oh, y’all think it’s a game, better bring those things
he gonna show you what a gangsta’s about
the word is out, noyd is out
and he about to air it out
oh, y’all think it’s a game, better bring those things
he gonna show you what a gangsta’s about
ayo, n-gg- better back up off please
when you got tough, huh? thun you lost me
you never grind enough you’re a mr. softy
truly the ruger will kill you softly
then we see then, yeah, who the boss be
smoke your little clique like a bag of the hersey
how the f-ck it’s all good, n-gg-, the hood is thirsty
peep the big six and you want to test me
gon’ make my gun spit, y’all n-gg-s kill me
gon’ have my gun, sitting on your ear piece
having your b-tch screaming, “please don’t kill me”
i don’t owe you sh-t and i ain’t your daddy
i don’t own the six i own the navi
and i’m sitting deep this, n-gg-, sweet like candy
you n-gg-s want beef, you know get right at me
qb n-gg-, that’s why you can’t stand me
(you know ’cause)
the word is out, noyd is out
and he about to air it out
oh, y’all think it’s a game, better bring those things
he gonna show you what a gangsta’s about
the word is out, noyd is out
and he about to air it out
oh, y’all think it’s a game, better bring those things
he gonna show you what a gangsta’s about
see, we don’t back down, we go pound for pound
tech for tech, right on the block emptying clips
buck something, leave mothaf-ckas h-tting the deck
and then one by one mothaf-ckas be dead
the word is out, noyd is out
east coast, west coast, down to the dirty south
catch anybody flossin’, i’m airing it out
with the nine hollow tips, man, i’m spittin’? em out
listen out ’cause i’m emptying out for that bling
that watch and that chain put a bullet in your brain
not a thing i’m a gangsta, this is what i do
go to war, with the bangers and eat n-gg-s food
when i’m starvin’ i’m robbin’ that’s how it is then
if i’m lying, i’m flying word to everything i love
don’t get it twist, n-gg- ’cause i twist n-gg-s cap back
that qb gutter sh-t, bringing it bidack
(back)
the word is out, noyd is out
and he about to air it out
oh, y’all think it’s a game, better bring those things
he gonna show you what a gangsta’s about
the word is out, noyd is out
and he about to air it out
oh, y’all think it’s a game, better bring those things
he gonna show you what a gangsta’s about
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