Episodes Of A Hustla

5−7-75 my born day
I reach earth, now i’m involved in foul play
Ty Nitty
New York City
we stay right
the high life
flooded ice from jewel heist
the Infamous Mobb with hood-like sense
get up on a nigga quick
hit 'em up with the ice pick
strike quick
leave ya body froze, sub-zero
was taught to fear no so I do so
be All Pro
flow international, rational
matter of fact, i’m blastin’you
with the loaded weapon
no question
first suggestion
pack ya shit, and head Western
relocation
new state, new destination
re-arrange your life
on the run from vice
make you pray to Christ
kid fucked up my Mobb is rough
nigga, what!
We true to be snake niggas for eternity
Mobb family
murder thee
if it’s meant to be trife casualty
got the whole world after me catastrophe among us, fatal tragedy
Mafiosa, murder one mind
black toaster, low composure
twin Glocks in 2 holsters
we mobb vultures
watch the fleet come closer
we tap down
nowhere to run now
don’t back down
muffled out my 4-pound
silent sound
bodies bloody on the ground
chest full of 12 4-pound rounds
nigga lay down, kid you assed out now
no doubt, the infamous reppin’up in this
know what i’m sayin'
next up yeah yeah whatever kid, whatever kid
yo, yo, the chronicles of a criminal cat who hold gat
and bust back at trash ass cats who scratch
leave big holes like bitches with they legs spread hot
ready for action now peep my whole block
unveiled, and reveal hazardous skill
trained assassins of this rap danger field
I feel y’all niggas ain’t really keepin’it real
use that ice grill like a shield
nigga you meal, for my vultures
swoop down attack your corpse
and found layin’in the streets of New York
now sleepwalk
for that shit you did, shoulda never had did
now you boxed in sentenced to a lifetime bid
nigga Noyd and Pee, shine light like jewelry
silver and gold exclusively
terrorize and multiplee
shot up your spot up it just ain’t what you used to be after these fists of NY struck you D Now you see a whole new life and new leaf
searchin’for an exit tryin’to retreat the street
wavin’white flags no days, you dead meat
we only truce when your heartbeat cease, peace
Now who dare swear they can step up on these premises
protected by a bunch of menaces
Rapper Noyd, the soloist
4-pound controloist
comin’out the infamous controllin’the shit
pistol packin’Pee on the side of me leap if you think sweet
shit’s deep, infamously
now check the family
Prodigy, H-A-V-O-C, Ty Nitty, Godfather pt. 3, Gambino, Face, and
Gotti
so don’t try me or better yet don’t try this