Give Up The Goods

Noyd Big

Hey yo Queen's get the Money long time no cash 
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast 
the fool retaliated so I had to think fast 
pull out my heat first he pull out his heat last 
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day? 
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay 
they looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing 
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way". 
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state 
can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate 
po po comes around and tries to relocate me 
lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause 
havin' cash is highly addictive 
especially when you're used to havin' money to live with 
I thought step back look at my life as a whole 
Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul 
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya 
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular 
yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope 
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope. 

Yo it's the r - a double p 
e - r, n - o - y - d 
Niggas can't fuck with me 
comin' straight outta QB 
pushin' an Infiniti 
you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally? 
Definitely, to the death of me 
come and test me 
trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me 
so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you 
my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual 
I'm born wit' it 
I'm gettin' on wit' it 
an' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it 
'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore 
a lyrical destructor 
don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthaf