Текст (слова) песни: Noyd f Havoc (Mobb Deep) - Air it Out

 
[Noyd Talking] 
Somebody gon`(na) die in this bitch 
We about to "air it out" 
 
[Noyd Verse 1] 
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 midack (mack) on Broadway and Housten 
Right in front of thousand and put it in efidack (effect) 
I`m a pay! 
 
[Havoc - Hook 2X] 
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 Gon`(na) show you what a gangsta`s (a)bout 
 
 
[Noyd -Verse 2] 
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 . . .) 
 
[Havoc - Hook 2X] 
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 Gon`(na) show you what a gangsta`s bout 
 
[Noyd - Verse 3] 
See we don`t back down we go pound for pound 
Tech for tech right on the block emptying clips 
Buck something leave motha fuckas hitting the deck 
And then one by one motha fuckas be dead 
The word is out, Noyd is out 
East coast, Weat 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 wuth the bangers and eat niggas food 
When I`m starvin` I`m robbin` that`s how it is thun 
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) 
 
[Havoc - Hook 2X] 
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 Gon`(na) show you what a gangsta`s bout
 

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