The midnight murder two cop on my heat the street with a motherfuckin straight face Little flip the script huh on any punk ass nigga or The little brown skin buddha little motherfucker I in Juvenile Hell (yea yea) I got the shit that make you wanna catch a quick Fuck em up bust em down style Street corner thug my title neighborhood was my idle (yea) So what you do nigga My knuckle game brought me fame in the project I got mad props, for cops Little shorty hood, a little no good My weighs a ton so run I'm cockin back on your ass B and it's like that
Stomp em out kid, em out (4X)
on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the Phillie I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood What now, coward ass nigga - you tough Fakin jax, I'ma call your motherfuckin Niggaz that get me vexed Son got the mac, got the tec I'm catchin body baggin niggaz deez up Town ? the ki's, flippin G's Around the way bustin pills by the pound (??) kid, you know I got dat Jump in the hooptie, countin up my loot ? on my vest in case niggaz shoot me Niggaz blazin at my ride, but I don't give a I retaliate, with the bullshit two-five It's right, that I represent Sip on the E&J, straight fuck around and get bent Me and my crew, for days Burn up the stage like a heat wave Learn to maintain, less stress on the Niggaz try to front, but know my motherfuckin name Straight the Bridge, yeah, you know my style kid I have you like a twenty-five to life bid
[ragga chatta - can't make it
Noyd] Blowin niggaz out the frame, yes it's of the game If your style ain't fit, you need to the script and get on it, you think it's all about that bullshit But get real, with a mac and two clips with a hoodie, hmm, somethin's up Thought you heard a scream, and next I heard a Bow, I knelt down, one knee on the I pull out the glock and Twin pull out the four Shit is sprayin rocks on the block If you carry G's you got to carry a glock and go all out, get down for your crown, don't around Nigga tried to front, believe me get beat and turn around get popped with the in a sec your man got the tec to his fuckin neck You know my kid, you know I'm wild kid Don't try to front make me flip and catch a damn bid Representin the 'Bridge, you know how it is My is Big Noyd, stomp em out kid
[Mobb chorus while Big Noyd speaks] KnowhatI'msayin? Big Noyd in the house Representin from the housin My man Big Twin, knahmsayin, Vic ?? that Keep it goin keep it goin keep it it goin keep it goin keep it goin Keep it keep it goin keep it goin Keep it check it out Shout out to my Goodfella We got my man ?, G ??, knahmsayin? Stomp em out, em out, stomp em out