[Noyd Talking]
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Somebody gon'(na) die in this bitch
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We about to "air it out"
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[Noyd Verse 1]
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I don't know what convinced you to mention the mobb
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Must of been bent straight of the alcohol
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Once you crossed that path, fuck with that cash
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Quick, fast have a sick clique get up in that ass
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Gold Pee nigga with the cracks in his ass
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Pretty Tone homey with the mack in the grass
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They buck you then fuck your boo where she shit at
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Then we profit from it, and spit it on the tridack (track)
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Letting the world know you a bitch ass kidat (cat)
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And how your own hood disrespect you where you live at
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They be hey all day how you let him do that
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Noyd and his clique I think you better get at
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But don't gas your dog he ain't built for that
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I will spit ¡®em all right through his fitted kiddap (cap)
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Jump out with the midack (mack) on Broadway and Housten
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Right in front of thousand and put it in efidack (effect)
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I'm a pay!
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[Havoc - Hook 2X]
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The word is out, Noyd is out
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And he about to Air it out
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Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
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He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's (a)bout
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[Noyd -Verse 2]
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Ayo...Nigga better back up off please
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When you got tough, huh? thun you lost me
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You never grind enough you're a Mr. Softy
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Truly the Ruger will kill you softly
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Then we see then yeah who the boss be
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Smoke your little clique like a bag of the Hersey
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How the fuck it's all good, Nigga the hood is thirsty
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Peep the big six and you want to test me
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Gon' make my gun spit, y'all niggas kill me
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Gon' have my gun, sitting on your ear piece
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Having your bitch screaming please don't kill me
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I don't owe you shit and I ain't your daddy
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I don't own the six I own the "Navi"
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And I'm sitting deep this nigga sweet like candy
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You niggas want beef you know get right at me
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QB nigga that's why you can't stand me (You know cause . . .)
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[Havoc - Hook 2X]
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The word is out, Noyd is out
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And he about to Air it out
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Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
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He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's bout
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[Noyd - Verse 3]
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See we don't back down we go pound for pound
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Tech for tech right on the block emptying clips
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Buck something leave motha fuckas hitting the deck
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And then one by one motha fuckas be dead
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The word is out, Noyd is out
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East coast, Weat coast down to the dirty south
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Catch anybody flossin' I'm airing it out
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With the nine hollow tips man I'm spittin' ¡®em out
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Listen out cause I'm emptying out for that bling
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That watch and that chain put a bullet in your brain
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Not a thing I'm a gangsta this is what I do
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Go to war wuth the bangers and eat niggas food
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When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is thun
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If I'm lying I'm flying word to everything I love
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Don't get it twist nigga cause I twist niggas cap back
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That QB gutter shit bringing it bidack (back)
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[Havoc - Hook 2X]
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The word is out, Noyd is out
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And he about to Air it out
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Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
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He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's bout
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Noyd - Air it Out
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| Mobb Deep |
