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Big Noyd]
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I'm the type of gentleman finessin timbalands
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Flippin like three grand, cop a hundred grams goin hand and hand
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Hennessee guzzlin, just motherfuckin hustlin
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On the streets watchin police in the gray caprice
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Six Y trey gate, time to motivate
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Those are the deeds life will squeeze
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If you flip you gettin hit with the four pound
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Pull out your gat take out more rounds
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3 against 1, thats how we go down
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I cant get knocked, they tryin to get the drop, damn shit is hot
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Im watchin what they doin cuz they cruisin up the next block
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Im hot with this chrome piece, but I don't need the position
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where I'm spittin at the motherfuckin police
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I couldnt get caught, had to leave New York, couldnt use my passport
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Bitches hangin up in the airport
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So yo bro, got to take the jetta
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Whateva, I'm on the flow gotta get these ginos,
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got a hundred grams of Coke bout to blow,
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feel my cold pistol fully start spittin,
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I'm hittin and wont miss you
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I'm official, Queensbridge murdera, life gambalin especially
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professionally gat handlin
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Call me V cuz I'mm vexed like a veteran
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and better than whoever wanna Front let em step up in
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Hook: Big Noyd
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Introducin, exclusive
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episodes of a hustla to all you fake thug motherfuckers
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Introducin, exclusive
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episodes of a hustla to all you fake thug motherfuckers
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Introducin, exclusive
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episodes of a hustla to all you fake thug motherfuckers
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Introducin, exclusive
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episodes of a hustla to all you fake thugs
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[Big Noyd]
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Sittin back, the blunt steamin, sippin heines and dreamin
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Pushin keys in four wheelers, flippin millions to billions
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My style is extraordinary foul when it come to grams
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Im usin plans takin out the whole fam
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You best to believe the trigga squeeze, makin niggas bleed
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Cross sea delivery, pushin keys out of factories
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Baby you sound good, blowin up in the hood, its logical
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Matter fact its possible, I got my work bubblin, me and my niggas jugglin
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Cracks and strugglin while we hustlin but with no question
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We gonna survive to the fittest cuz we in this, style corrupt what the fuck
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Life style like a menace, child livin for rounds for Queensbridge era
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I be bringin terror, the natural born hustla so yea whateva
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Hook
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[Big Noyd]
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A nigga try to bag me, he grabbed me, a nigga almost had me
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I pulled out the banga and blew his ass badly, I'm nasty
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Crazy mentality, start a catastrophe livin life tragedy
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You know you gettin jumped punk
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There aint no time for more than one
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Tellin em son
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(They front, Smoke his ass like a Philly blunt)
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Reach for my spine, pull out my nine, cock it one time
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Make him lay down, dont move around cuz your ass mine
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Gave a crook look got him shook, he on the floor flinchin
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Now we bitchin and he snitchin, listen
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I pistol whipped him, but to know the main fact
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is that i pushed his wig back then took off in the black AC'
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Hook
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[Big Noyd]
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motherfucker, word up
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Episodes Of A Hustla
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Big Noyd |