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big noyd – heartless lyrics

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[verse 1:]
it’s your boy rapper noyd, clappin toys, leave you famous
kill the noise, zoid, you will get destroyed by the stainless
leave you brainless cause we gangsters that’ll bang you out of anger
these slugs’ll rearrange ya cause you nothin but a w-nkster
while you poppin sh-t we poppin clips, pop a cop, i pop your b-tch
i’m that rude, that dude you don’t wanna be f-ckin with
i warn you once, that’s all you get, i’m wild and i’m ruthless
i should lynch your -ss, some hang-you-from-the-roof sh-t
like q did to bishop, yeah i’m on some juice sh-t
all for respect, you know how the goons get
son, we ain’t new to this, we true to this gangster sh-t
navy blue carhartt, infamous handkerchief
every day is dangerous, n-gg-s wanna get at me
but i’m from the hood and the hip is where the gat be
you ain’t gotta ask me, i’m right here, who want it?
that queensbridge bullsh-t, yup yup, we on it

[chorus:]
cause we hungry, heartless, loco, retarted
crazy, maybe, real quick to start sh-t
bronx, queens, brooklyn to harlem
we all got guns, you know we be mobbin
boosters, shooters, n-gg-s that be robbin
kidnap your babies, you don’t want no problems
f-ck you, pay me, my n-gg-s is starvin
infamous in this b-tch, you know we be mobbin

[verse 2:]
you know why?
cause i don’t go nowhere without it, be without it cause i’m ’bout it
make it rain on you cowards, bring a storm of gun showers
make it smell like gun powder cause haters i devour
face it, the game’s ours, we ain’t playin with them doubters
aimin gats, swingin bats, f-ck your raps, sh-t is cr-p
dressed in black (?) i put one up in your back
stay in your lane cause if it’s fame you want stuntin you can get it
i send shots through your fitted, you want it, come with it
cause i’m here all year, no fear, c-ck the bizkit
it might not pop off, but you don’t wanna risk it
bring the bidness with the burners or the ratchet or the hammer
i’m bananas, you only act gangster in front of cameras
you ain’t gully, i get money cause i’m live, ride or die
in qb where i reside, puffin lye gettin high
see we fly while you drive, we up while you strive
you lease while we buy, cause i’m the truth, you’se a lie
m-th-f-cka

[chorus]



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