Back Up In This Bitch Lyrics - Singles - Big Noyd

Somebody gonna die in this bitch 

We about to air it out 

I don't know what convinced you to mention the Mobb 

Must of been bent straight of the alcohol 

Once you crossed that path, fuck with that cash 

Quick, fast have a sick clique get up in that ass 

Gold Pee, nigga with the cracks in his ass 

Pretty Tone homey with the mack in the grass 

They buck you, then fuck your boo, where she shit at? 

Then we profit from it and spit it on the tridack 

(Track) 

Letting the world know you a bitch ass kidat 

(Cat) 

And how your own hood disrespect you, where you live at 

They be hey all day, how you let him do that 

Noyd and his clique I think you better get at 

But don't gas your dog, he ain't built for that 

I will spit em all right through his fitted kiddap 

(Cap) 

Jump out with the midackon Broadway and Houston 

(Mack) 

Right in front of thousand and put it in efidack, I'm a pay 

(Effect) 

The word is out, Noyd is out 

And he about to air it out 

Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things 

He gonna show you what a gangsta's about 

The word is out, Noyd is out 

And he about to air it out 

Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things 

He gonna show you what a gangsta's about 

Ayo, nigga better back up off please 

When you got tough, huh? Thun you lost me 

You never grind enough you're a Mr. Softy 

Truly the Ruger will kill you softly 

Then we see then, yeah, who the boss be 

Smoke your little clique like a bag of the Hersey 

How the fuck it's all good, nigga, the hood is thirsty 

Peep the big six and you want to test me 

Gon' make my gun spit, y'all niggas kill me 

Gon' have my gun, sitting on your ear piece 

Having your bitch screaming, "Please don't kill me" 

I don't owe you shit and I ain't your daddy 

I don't own the six I own the Navi 

And I'm sitting deep this, nigga, sweet like candy 

You niggas want beef, you know get right at me 

QB nigga, that's why you can't stand me 

(You know 'cause) 

The word is out, Noyd is out 

And he about to air it out 

Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things 

He gonna show you what a gangsta's about 

The word is out, Noyd is out 

And he about to air it out 

Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things 

He gonna show you what a gangsta's about 

See, we don't back down, we go pound for pound 

Tech for tech, right on the block emptying clips 

Buck something, leave mothafuckas hitting the deck 

And then one by one mothafuckas be dead 

The word is out, Noyd is out 

East Coast, West Coast, down to the dirty south 

Catch anybody flossin', I'm airing it out 

With the nine hollow tips, man, I'm spittin' em out 

Listen out 'cause I'm emptying out for that bling 

That watch and that chain put a bullet in your brain 

Not a thing I'm a gangsta, this is what I do 

Go to war, with the bangers and eat niggas food 

When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is then 

If I'm lying, I'm flying word to everything I love 

Don't get it twist, nigga 'cause I twist niggas cap back 

That QB gutter shit, bringing it bidack 

(Back) 

The word is out, Noyd is out 

And he about to air it out 

Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things 

He gonna show you what a gangsta's about 

The word is out, Noyd is out 

And he about to air it out 

Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things 

He gonna show you what a gangsta's about