BIG NOYD - Rags To Riches lyrics

rate me

From rags to riches to cash to bitches, the fun

They said we can't and it couldn't be done

If we don't get it with this rap shit, son

Then I'm a get it with my motherfuckin gun

I put you on that shit, my nigga, Ty Nitty shit

That ice grill you wearin don't scare me, you little bitch

It's only gon' get me real amped up instead

And have me outside creepin, one up in the head

Yo rockabye baby, your time is up

Get on your knees and pray cause you gon' need God's help

Cause stuntin on Noyd, kid, that's prohibited

You think I can't get you hit, that's ridiculous

I know niggas that pull more strings than Aerosmith

That'll have you in your casket, bastard, real quick

Yo, this is real shit, I talks what I mean

And I rolls with a team who keep them things on they hip

Shit, enough talkin, y'all niggas wanna see me

You can find me in QB or anywhere up in New York, man

I'm represented by niggas that's known to kill

Niggas be stuntin, frontin for nothin

But we ain't thumpin, we shoot shit up

Pack them pipes out, turn they lights out

Cause we ain't thumpin, we shoot shit up

I make niggas wrinkle up they face cause the size of my diamonds

But they straighten that shit out when I pull out the iron

When I pull up to the club know the dubs be shinin

Punks jump up to thump and the guns start firin

We don't let em stop thumpin till we hear the sirens

Or we hit em with a hollow and they bodies droppin

Niggas know how I be, so gangsta and hoodie

I can't wait to see Ciara to get her for her Goodies

Yo homie know the Infamous click is rich, right?

We still run up on niggas in broad daylight

And the shit that we spit, it be so tight

Even though you won't admit it, it's the flow you like

You could hate it or love it, just don't bite

Cause you know we be holdin, we do not fight

You see man, niggas be schemin

Until you got that heat in your hand and you squeezin

Shootin shit up

We in buildin now nigga

41st Side

0-8 shit

Queensbridge

Rapper Noyd

Come on

Let's get 'em

Fame on the track

Yeah

That hood shit, we bringin it back

Where my gangstas at

Come on