Give Up the Goods Songtext
von Big Noyd feat. Mobb Deep

Hey yo Queen′s get the Money long time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast the fool retaliated so I had to think fast pull out my heat first he pull out his heat last Now who the fuck you think is livin′ to this day? I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don′t pay they looked at me and said "Queen′s niggas don't play. Do your thing I′ll do mine kid stay outta my way". It's type hard tryna survive in New York state can′t stop till I'm eatin′ off a platinum plate po po comes around and tries to relocate me lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause havin′ cash is highly addictive especially when you′re used to havin' money to live with I thought step back look at my life as a whole Ain′t no love it seems the devil done stole my soul I'm out for delfia, selfia, P′s not helpin' ya I′m tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope. Yo it′s the r - a double p e - r, n - o - y - d Niggas can′t fuck with me comin' straight outta QB pushin′ an Infiniti you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally? Definitely, to the death of me come and test me trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me so bust me, you′re gonna have to, 'cause I′ma blast you my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual I'm born wit' it I′m gettin′ on wit' it an′ I'ma have it ′til I'm fuckin′ dead and gone wit' it 'cause I′m a what? Composer of hardcore a lyrical destructor don′t make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthaf