Noizy Tribe(-Sounds For Nostalgian Remix-)

Track bym.o.v.e

  • 2013.02.27
  • 4:23


Mussolini: My first name call me Queens nigga remember the lies I keep the game sown, hit criminal ties, generals die Feel the takeover, seminoles rise Like Puffy in Harlem, I rose to stardom I sat down, put my lifestyle between the margins I like guns squeeze pardon, I keep the heat in the starter Yall wanna see, stash heat in the carpet Muss is Thugged Out wit the gat sparkin (What what what what) Big Pun: I'm like science and math Flyin past you at light speed My eyes on the glass, splittin that ass in to white meat warp speed, niggas thinking im rhyming off beats til i lay back on the track on all 4 feet Think about it, yeah I smell ya gon think ya farted Ya think ya f**king with the P, you must be retarted Call ya boys,i leave em' toe tag ya cor-de-roys taclking your moms at the funeral like the waterboy Chorus: Oh-No-Oh-Oh-No Uh-Oh (8x) JadaKiss Jada spit crazy new flows Catch me Iceberged out with the baby blue royce K-I-double S I, see me in the double S tight rippin the west side I got it if you want it, get sniffed and blunted And if I get a chick pregnant, it's a brick in her stomach Cause all my niggaz hold dough Imagine me doin' a song with yall cats oh no Maze: Ay yo the reason why niggaz say we floss to much ???????????? say it cost to much In the scene wit me, bet yall niggaz lost yall touch And so to get it back, guess what, yall go against us I'mma die for my team, drop shines for my team Laid back, yall know the beat my glock steam Cats hatin', steady tryin to ruin my world So Maze poppin' shells like I was abusin' my girl Chorus: Capone: Niggaz wanna play tough, until them niggaz duct taped up Y'all money is placed up, yall niggaz is fake f**ks Throwin dirt on my name, sayin' shit we took the change And sold cane, wit f**ked up chains, and it's like Oh No niggaz don't really want the shit to blow put six in slow The same shit we do to you, do to ya hoe Thugged out shit Yall niggaz don't know Noreaga: Yo I got guns, and they don't walk Put ya brains in ya lap, and a slug to ya heart Every club, I'm in the crowd, it ain't nothin' to me Chicks wanna touch my dick, and my jewelry And I'mma gangsta, I don't wanna shoot no clown I'm on some petty shit, I'll tear ya poster down And when I shoot, ya niggaz know I shoot for dead And I don't care about ya vest, 'cause I hit yo' head Chorus:2x Noreaga: Throw em up yeah yeah Yall know what this is right Yo yall know what this is man, Yo Yo yall know what this is man JadaKiss, The Lox, Ruff Ryder, no doubt Big Pun, Terror Squad, Angie Martinez, Mussilini and Maze Capone Thugged Out