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How We Do Feat. Trez
Big Noyd
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Yeah, yeah, oh you know
It's Big Noyd nigga
With Treach
You hear the New York slang and the way the beat bang
They tore up the parks where we used to hang
Cocaine slang and D's, just scooped my ride
I'm tryna get out this game like Priest from Superfly
And I, be, the N-O-Y-D
.45 On my side, nigga reppin' QB
And please believe it don't stand for quarterback (Nah)
If anything I'm a shooter like Hornacek
On the block where the corners at, I put 'em on to rap
I roll with killer gorillas and they was born to clap
Yap ya dangles, strangle your mistress (Uh-huh)
Infamous, we kidnap the witness
We get chips, sit backs, homie and demand respect
I get a chick, get her bent, get her panties wet
Give her a chance to tell her friends just how good I sex
I get 'em horny, have 'em on me then you know what's next
We throw 'em in ya Navi', we throwin' back Brandy
So when we get 'em in the telly they gon' throw it at me
In the city view, Long Island City dude
Stick and move and grip on they titties too
Y'all, know, how we do
We gon', eat, yo, food
On these, beats, by, Rule
I'm from, Queens, me too (Street knowledge)
Y'all, know, how we do
We gon', eat, yo, food
On these, beats, by, Rule
I'm from, Queens, me too
Whoever wanna bang, we can do it man, you dudes, we like sugarcane
Better get a Glock, 'cause I don't box, I ain't Sugar Shane
Weigh about a buck and change, but it's really no thang
You goin' down, once you hear the sound of what I'm holdin'
Gold rings like flashin' high beams
Draw white lines on the minds of my fiends
Probably I'ma live and die inside Queens
Dip from the flashin' lights and sirens
Nah'mean? They comin', we runnin', we boatin', we not gettin' caught
They stuntin', we buck 'em, fuck 'em, we not goin' to court
No judges, no lawyers, no bills, fuck what you thought
If runnin' from Jake gettin' cake to me is a sport
Yeah, it's the life you bought, you on life support
Do you feel Jesus' pain when you ice your cross?
Get sliced right across your face, I just lost a case
Me and Noyd spit rhyme, we coordinate
You suicidal or are you insane?
'Cause testin' my gangstas like a gun in your brain
Homie all you hear is click then you hear the bang bang
It's Big Noyd and Treach reppin' Queens, nah'mean?
Y'all, know, how we do
We gon', eat, yo, food
On these, beats, by, Rule
I'm from, Queens, me too (Street knowledge)
Y'all, know, how we do
We gon', eat, yo, food
On these, beats, by, Rule
I'm from, Queens, me too