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Big Noyd - Going Right at 'Em lyrics
f/ PMD Noyd: I'm coming right at 'em, dun. Come on! You see these monkey-see-monkey-do's only holding 22's They're bucking nothing, letting nothing die You see I roll for dolo, I don't need a crew I pack up by the gun or two Believe me and I'm letting stuff fly And I don't give a fuck about the law Because I've been here before I've been locked in, boxed in, adolescence at war I've been locked up, shot up, niggas calling the cops up I make these niggas shit in their draws. I seen it all Let's move on to the scale, the soda and fishscale We be making crack like this Let's forget about hell, nigga, them jails, them god-damned snitches They're going to make me clap the bitch You see I'm all over the beat You know I'm all up in the street My niggas and bitches, bang to this Check it, if it don't shine Believe me homies, I pack some nines I'm going to bang til I empty my clip You know my style, kid Noyd in Chorus: With my timbs on my feet and the gat on my back When I'm strapping, you know I'm grinding, nigga You have to see me with nines, if you want to stop mine I be two steps ahead and you be one shot from dying I don't run from feds for the bread I'm frying The chicks say they love me, but I know they're lying The closest thing to me only be my iron And I ain't lying PMD: I've been doing this rap thing for years, ain't a damn thing changed Still on the block with my dogs, kicking the slang Kool and the Gang don't sound like E and King Since it's my thing, street cats respect my name Got the perfect game when it comes to this hiphop game Crack your frame, leave your whole shit in flames I'm like the gator in the Florida swamp, you losers no comp You know the track record, mess around and get stomped From "The Headbanger" to "You've Gots To Chill" I stacked and built, packed and filled So why these cats be acting ill? Across the planet, my walls are granite Slow down, partner, the beat is never lost or stranded I can rap for centuries, spit with the first infantry [] in the back, I take the jet and keep the Bentley Don't tempt P, I squeeze until my whole clip's empty [Still say I was sent when it's empty] Chorus Noyd: Ain't nothing changed, me and only me got my back With no gang, I maintain with a baby Mac This game got these niggas thinking they're hard when they ain't Like they're God and won't catch ache in broad day. These niggas soft You know they've got sugar in their tank, man, get lost Before you catch it right across your face You got "thug" pumping through your hearts and veins Till my slugs come busting through your window panes Then they flip, you know they turn and they snitch Nobody in the hood seemed to heard of them since Listen, dun, you don't want it, you don't want to feel the Tec I'm coming squeezing, leave you bleeding Y'all niggas know the rest Chorus |
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