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The midnight murder, two cop bodies on my heat

Walk the street with a motherfuckin straight face

Little shorty flip the script, huh

On any punk ass nigga or bitch

The little brown skin buddha sucker, little motherfucker

I dwell, in juvenile hell (yea yea)

I got the shit that make you wanna catch a body quick

Fuck em up, bust em down, queensbridge style

Street corner thug, my title neighborhood partygoer

Noreaga was my idle (yea)

So what you wanna do nigga

My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways

I got mad props, for killin cops

Little shorty hood, a little nigga no good

My twenty-five weighs a ton so run

Im cockin back on your black ass b and its like that

Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4x)

Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the phillie

I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood bully

What now, coward ass nigga - you aint tough

Fakin jax, ima call your motherfuckin bluff

Niggaz that violate get me vexed

Son got the mac, noyd got the tec

Im catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up

Town ? the kis, flippin twenty-three gs

Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound

(? ? ) yeah kid, you know I got dat

Jump in the hooptie, countin up my loot deep

? on my vest in case niggaz wanna shoot me

Niggaz blazin at my ride, but I dont give a fuck

Cause I retaliate, with the bullshit two-five

Its only right, that I represent

Sip on the e&j, straight fuck around and get mega bent

Me and my crew, wild for days

Burn up the stage like a motherfuckin heat wave

Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain

Niggaz try to front, but they know my motherfuckin name

Straight from the bridge, yeah, you know my style kid

I have you shook like a twenty-five to life bid

[ragga chatta - cant make it out]

[big noyd]

Blowin niggaz out the frame, yes its part of the game

If your style aint fit, you need to flip the script

And get on it, you might think its all about that bullshit

But shit get real, with a mac and two clips

Niggaz with a hoodie, hmm, somethins up

Thought you heard a scream, and next I heard a buck

Bow, I knelt down, one knee on the ground

I pull out the glock and twin pull out the four pound

Shit is real sprayin rocks on the block

If you wanna carry gs you got to carry a glock

And go all out, get down for your crown, dont fuck around

Nigga tried to front, believe me get beat down

And turn around get popped with the glock in a sec

While your man got the tec to his fuckin neck

You know my style kid, you know Im wild kid

Dont try to front that make me flip and catch a damn bid

Representin from the bridge, you know how it is

My name is big noyd, stomp em out kid