Big Noyd - Heartless Lyrics

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[Verse 1:]

It's your boy Rapper Noyd, clappin toys, leave you famous

Kill the noise, Zoid, you will get destroyed by the stainless

Leave you brainless cause we gangsters that'll bang you out of anger

These slugs'll rearrange ya cause you nothin but a wankster

While you poppin shit we poppin clips, pop a cop, I pop your bitch

I'm that rude, that dude you don't wanna be fuckin with

I warn you once, that's all you get, I'm wild and I'm ruthless

I should lynch your ass, some hang-you-from-the-roof shit

Like Q did to Bishop, yeah I'm on some Juice shit

All for respect, you know how the goons get

Son, we ain't new to this, we true to this gangster shit

Navy blue Carhartt, Infamous handkerchief

Every day is dangerous, niggas wanna get at me

But I'm from the hood and the hip is where the gat be

You ain't gotta ask me, I'm right here, who want it?

That Queensbridge bullshit, yup yup, we on it

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[Chorus:]

Cause we hungry, heartless, loco, retarted

Crazy, maybe, real quick to start shit

Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn to Harlem

We all got guns, you know we be mobbin

Boosters, shooters, niggas that be robbin

Kidnap your babies, you don't want no problems

Fuck you, pay me, my niggas is starvin

Infamous in this bitch, you know we be Mobbin

[Verse 2:]

You know why?

Cause I don't go nowhere without it, be without it cause I'm 'bout it

Make it rain on you cowards, bring a storm of gun showers

Make it smell like gun powder cause haters I devour

Face it, the game's ours, we ain't playin with them doubters

Aimin gats, swingin bats, fuck your raps, shit is crap

Dressed in black (?) I put one up in your back

Stay in your lane cause if it's fame you want stuntin you can get it

I send shots through your fitted, you want it, come with it

Cause I'm here all year, no fear, cock the bizkit

It might not pop off, but you don't wanna risk it

Bring the bidness with the burners or the ratchet or the hammer

I'm bananas, you only act gangster in front of cameras

You ain't gully, I get money cause I'm live, ride or die

In QB where I reside, puffin lye gettin high

See we fly while you drive, we up while you strive

You lease while we buy, cause I'm the truth, you'se a lie

Muthafucka

[Chorus]

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