Somebody gonna die in this *****
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, ***k with that cash
Quick, fast have a sick clique get up in that ***
Gold Pee ***** with the cracks in his ***
Pretty tone homey with the mack in the gr***

They buck you then ***k your boo where she **** at
Then we profit from it and spit it on the tridack
(Track)
Letting the world know you a ***** *** 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 midack on Broadway and Houston
(Mack)
Right in front of thousand and put it in efidack
(Effect)
I'm a pay

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 'bout

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 'bout

Ayo, ***** 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 ***k it's all good, ***** the hood is thirsty
Peep the big six and you want to test me
Gon' make my gun spit, y'all *****s kill me

Gon' have my gun, sitting on your ear piece
Having your ***** screaming please don't kill me
I don't owe you **** and I ain't your daddy
I don't own the six I own the 'Navi'

And I'm sitting deep this ***** sweet like candy
You *****s want beef you know get right at me
QB ***** 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 'bout

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 'bout

See we don't back down we go pound for pound
Tech for tech right on the block emptying clips
Buck something leave motha***kas hitting the deck
And then one by one motha***kas 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 *****s food

When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is thun
If I'm lying I'm flying word to everything I love
Don't get it twist ***** 'cause I twist *****s cap back
That QB gutter **** 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 'bout

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 'bout