Episodes Of A Hustla (Noyd Big )

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