Yo it’s the N-O-Y-D killer bee first infantry Mr. Air-it-out give up your goods or dude it’s history Hips where the pistol be, wrists all glittery Born to grind and I got a bad bitch form Cicily You think of G you picture me, cops keep frisking me Cause I stay fresh like a mouth full of Listerine Ready for whatever whenever, you hear me man? n****s like Noyd chill but n****s wanna kill me man damn n****s wanna get me for my Benz and this but stop Cause I’ll put the f*****g Glock to your next of kin I keep it militant, don’t make the barrel spit His life cycle’s ? I could just kill a man Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump Sipping on some Hennessy, puffing on the blunt Going at your shorty, your shorty’s trying to stunt I’m like la-la-la-la-la-la
[Chorus]
You see the slums, the gutter, the ghetto, the dirt The drama, the launching shots, the metal, the work The spics, the chinks, the n****s, the gods, and the earth The loss, the pain, the evil, the wicked, the hurt
The thugs, the slugs, the gangs, the gangster, the turf The diesel, the haze, the h, the ex, or the perc The bodies, the bullets, the chalk, the blood, and the hearse What you expect? It’s what we rep
[Verse 2]
Yo from Queen’s Bridge to ? Put the four where your teeth is and tell you to breathe in Inhale my clip, I’m off the deep end I train in the mountains like Batman Begins The nicest n****s was rocking bombers and sheepskins I’m a cannibal, I break bones and eat skin It’s all real with me homeboy, you pretend I’m all day with it, you thug on the weekend I hold mines, smoke dro and blow nines I rep myself, you need a m***********g co-sign Like a car loan, I’m a star homes Break your jaw bone, bigheaded bitch like Star Jones And I’m gone not before I grip a Glock Shoot a rapper to death, now that’s real hip hop Stop talking like you will cause you will not I’m from where they sling more heroin than Gil Scott