Artist: Big Noyd
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Album: Episodes of a Hustla
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Title: Usual Suspect
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feat. Prodigy
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[Big Noyd]
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yea, yea, yea, I didn forget about the Queensbridge mothafuckas
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Roll the Mobb Deep in this mothafucka, yea, yea
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Mario drop the beat...yea, uh Rappin' Noyd
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'Bout ta destroy any man, woman, man, boy
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I don't give a FUCK, word is bond...
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[Hook*Big Noyd*]
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(check it) Rough Neck, you soldeir suspect
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You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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Now Destroy, nothing changed, blew you out the frame
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Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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Cuz you know my gat big
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A usual suspect, a soldeir suspect
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You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
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Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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Cuz you know my gat big
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[Big Noyd]
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It's the untouchable, the unlovable, crimi-nul
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Reppin' Queensborough, the rappers back on another level
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Matter fact black, check the gat stats
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I keep access ta the max
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For those who don't know, how ta act
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Get laid on they back, and its a fact
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You bustin' me - Im bustin' back
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So kid dance ta the track or analyze the rap
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Before you get trashed-smacked-clapped and thats that
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Im strictly hardcore, even more than before
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When I was shooting up doors in Baltimore, try'na score
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Nappy born hustla, the Hennessey guzala
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I been a-black-a-mothafucka
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Don't make me buck ya, the .9 pound I struck ya
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'9-6 you ask about this convict
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Niggaz can't harm this, regardless
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Niggaz claiming heartless, Easy for me ta tear
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'Par bitch, you don't want ta start this, Im lethal
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Don't make me jump (?) B.Q. we ain comin' see you
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You best have your mothafuckin' people
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Cuz when Im rollin' in the viga, strapped wit' my nigga
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When I see you, Im leavin' lead in ya liva
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[Hook*Big Noyd*]
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To the Rough Neck, a soldeir suspect
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You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
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Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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Cuz you know my gat big
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A usual suspect, a soldeir suspect
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You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
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Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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Cuz you know my gat big
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[Big Noyd]
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Now one love ta the thugs on top
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Pushin' rocks on the strip going out, bustin' slugs
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Pumpin' rocks, do ya thing GOD
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Whoevers not involved get rid of 'em, finish 'em
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Im playing too close, snacks cut throat
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G-nota wrotes, use intellifent folks ta build blunts
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Control the .9, steady, ready - blow
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Let 'em know, dont be mad at me
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Cuz you aint as mad as me, you gradually grow hard
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And tear shit apart, shit I spark from the start, and regulate
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Takin' your body weight, I leave you critical
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The .9's pitiful - blowing brains out
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Even aid they won't el' ver lift the stain out
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I blowing backs out, niggaz ass out
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So watch, what you doing
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In them eyes you be screwing me wit'
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Fuck around, lay around, make me empty my click
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Say the non-sense, I got my click on the Do or Die, trip
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Once I cock it, then I got this, now watch me lock it...
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...No Doubt Kid, now we out
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[Hook*Big Noyd*]
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To the Rough Neck, you soldeir suspect
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You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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Now Destroy, nothing changed, blew you out the frame
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Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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Cuz you know my gat big
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A usual suspect, a soldeir suspect
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You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
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Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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Cuz you know my gat big
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[Big Noyd]
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Don't, take, it, personal
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If it aint about you, it dont apply - let it fly
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But you guy, I gatta tear you up, from your asshole to your gut
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And if your click wanna flip, they gettin' bucked
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Cuz my stealing, scab handeling is outstanding
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I be the thug busting slugs, while you tec gemming
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One in the head, I cant stand it, but I gatta handle it though
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Leave you wet though, sweep the .44
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Make you take those and swallow those
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My click a bunch of wild desperados
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Stuck of the hydro, Hennessey rock hard
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We got this shit lock all
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My click strike back hard, an thats my word
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Fuck around and have that a |