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Big Noyd

Genres: Hip-Hop

Man Down Lyrics - Big Noyd

That's my word, God, kick that thug shit, God 

Kick that motherfuckin' thug shit man, word up, man 

(What's up, son? What's up?) 

Word up, get go 

(No doubt, nigga) 

Money no represent, knowI'msayin'? 

(All the time, baby) 

 

No doubt 

(YouknowI'msayin'?) 

Who we got here, son? 

(Shine, baby, shine) 

(Look) 

Look who we have here, yo 

(Up in the sky, sky) 

 

Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit 

Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flippin' 

You fuckin' comic, who you kidding? 

My nigga's laughing, blood bathin', the world's greatest 

In-famous crime-zanous to interfere would be dangerous 

Plane descent, stand clear, save your strength 

You couldn't do the limp if you was coked up 

By my Z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a fuck? You get fucked 

My coalition specializes in collision 

 

The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the iron mac 

Spit and leave ya half-split 

You'll be missin' much more than a fraction when it's time for action 

Hit 'em while a man down, make that nigga backspin 

Trapped up, a [unverified] madman 

We blastin', you're collapsin', heavily light my gold Mac 10 

Get imprisoned with dem raps they have you relapsin' 

You get castin' the Mobb, deaf and assin' 

 

We face splashin', dope fake's ice-pick stabbin' 

He slow leakin', he 'ternally bleedin' for speakin' 

Outta place, niggas get placed back indecent 

Live at the main event may I present 

Screamin' out loud for any squad that's deaf 

My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath 

It's KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts 

Another satisfied consumer who got blessed 

Single out ya army til' there's no man left 

 

Man down 

(Man down, down, down, down) 

Man down 

(Man down, down, down, down) 

Man down 

(Man down, down, down, down) 

Lay the fuck down 

 

Infamous cartel, visible evidence 

We scarred well, associated team benevolent 

Never hesitant, opposition get settled here with 

Sharp shit that'll rip through one hundred layers of Kevlar 

Sharp like the jim star, exiled, son, he get sent far 

He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the loudest 

Below profile, peep style, thirsty prowest 

 

Catchin' court cases, pay for your legal aid 

Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for that 

Invest third place on my best sold rap 

On the scrap from the ignorant cats 

It'll be dead in a few, just like that 

Couldn't bust his gat right 

(Yo, y'know what?) 

 

But now you bucked your own man, amateur ass 

Homeboy take that ass to class 

But you cut in, duckin' a reality blast 

You catch a D minus fuckin' with New York's finest 

The conversation from them outsiders 

Dick riders, connivers bomb ya camp 

We know survivors, push you off guard, got homicidin' 

We analysin', tell you up front ain't no surprises 

We take you down first 'round, give ya man pound 

 

Man down 

(Man down, down, down, down) 

Man down 

(Man down, down, down, down) 

Man down 

(Man down, down, down, down) 

Lay the fuck down 

 

Check it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones 

To be blowin' off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit 

Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff 

Toss me the fifth so I can bless the God with gift 

Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this 

Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list 

First of all them tight niggas with that space-down shit 

 

I stick a rocket up in they ass and give 'em a lift 

My marvelous Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, bee-swee 

Morphine raps, you get dope from inner mind-see 

Shit fienin', now get your fix 'cuz you need it 

Fuckin' up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top secret 

The only way you weakin' is if you beakin' this 

 

Sneak devy niggas mischievous 

'Knowledgin' the God behind the scene on some snake shit 

The vultures, water from their mouth but we can taste it 

We just waitin' with patience 

Yo, dun, check the cross-examination these niggas fakin' 

So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the bacon 

Or you can snatch the Mac for the fagot, ai 

Bang 'em up, fuck 'em up 

 

Man down 

(Man down, down, down, down) 

Man down 

(Man down, down, down, down) 

Man down 

(Man down, down, down, down) 

Lay the fuck down 

Lay the fuck down, down, down, down 

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