Big Noyd Lyrics

Album: Episodes Of A Hustla

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[Big Noyd] 

I'm the type of gentleman finessin timbalands 

Flippin like three grand, cop a hundred grams goin hand and hand 

Hennessee guzzlin, just motherfuckin hustlin 

On the streets watchin police in the gray caprice 

Six Y trey gate, time to motivate 

Those are the deeds life will squeeze 

If you flip you gettin hit with the four pound 

Pull out your gat take out more rounds 

3 against 1, thats how we go down 

I cant get knocked, they tryin to get the drop, damn shit is hot 

Im watchin what they doin cuz they cruisin up the next block 

Im hot with this chrome piece, but I don't need the position 

where I'm spittin at the motherfuckin police 

I couldnt get caught, had to leave New York, couldnt use my passport 

Bitches hangin up in the airport 

So yo bro, got to take the jetta 

Whateva, I'm on the flow gotta get these ginos, 

got a hundred grams of Coke bout to blow, 

feel my cold pistol fully start spittin, 

I'm hittin and wont miss you 

I'm official, Queensbridge murdera, life gambalin especially 

professionally gat handlin 

Call me V cuz I'mm vexed like a veteran 

and better than whoever wanna Front let em step up in 

Hook: Big Noyd 

Introducin, exclusive 

episodes of a hustla to all you fake thug motherfuckers 

Introducin, exclusive 

episodes of a hustla to all you fake thug motherfuckers 

Introducin, exclusive 

episodes of a hustla to all you fake thug motherfuckers 

Introducin, exclusive 

episodes of a hustla to all you fake thugs 

[Big Noyd] 

Sittin back, the blunt steamin, sippin heines and dreamin 

Pushin keys in four wheelers, flippin millions to billions 

My style is extraordinary foul when it come to grams 

Im usin plans takin out the whole fam 

You best to believe the trigga squeeze, makin niggas bleed 

Cross sea delivery, pushin keys out of factories 

Baby you sound good, blowin up in the hood, its logical 

Matter fact its possible, I got my work bubblin, me and my niggas jugglin 

Cracks and strugglin while we hustlin but with no question 

We gonna survive to the fittest cuz we in this, style corrupt what the fuck 

Life style like a menace, child livin for rounds for Queensbridge era 

I be bringin terror, the natural born hustla so yea whateva 

Hook 

[Big Noyd] 

A nigga try to bag me, he grabbed me, a nigga almost had me 

I pulled out the banga and blew his ass badly, I'm nasty 

Crazy mentality, start a catastrophe livin life tragedy 

You know you gettin jumped punk 

There aint no time for more than one 

Tellin em son 

(They front, Smoke his ass like a Philly blunt) 

Reach for my spine, pull out my nine, cock it one time 

Make him lay down, dont move around cuz your ass mine 

Gave a crook look got him shook, he on the floor flinchin 

Now we bitchin and he snitchin, listen 

I pistol whipped him, but to know the main fact 

is that i pushed his wig back then took off in the black AC' 

Hook 

[Big Noyd] 

motherfucker, word up