Somebody gonna die in this bitch   We about to air it out      I don't know what convinced you to mention the Mobb   Must of been bent straight of the alcohol   Once you crossed that path, fuck with that cash   Quick, fast have a sick clique get up in that ass      Gold Pee, nigga with the cracks in his ass   Pretty Tone homey with the mack in the grass   They buck you, then fuck your boo, where she shit at?   Then we profit from it and spit it on the tridack   (Track)      Letting the world know you a bitch ass kidat   (Cat)   And how your own hood disrespect you, where you live at   They be hey all day, how you let him do that   Noyd and his clique I think you better get at      But don't gas your dog, he ain't built for that   I will spit ?em all right through his fitted kiddap   (Cap)   Jump out with the midackon Broadway and Houston   (Mack)   Right in front of thousand and put it in efidack, I'm a pay   (Effect)      The word is out, Noyd is out   And he about to air it out   Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things   He gonna show you what a gangsta's about      The word is out, Noyd is out   And he about to air it out   Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things   He gonna show you what a gangsta's about      Ayo, nigga better back up off please   When you got tough, huh? Thun you lost me   You never grind enough you're a Mr. Softy   Truly the Ruger will kill you softly      Then we see then, yeah, who the boss be   Smoke your little clique like a bag of the Hersey   How the fuck it's all good, nigga, the hood is thirsty   Peep the big six and you want to test me   Gon' make my gun spit, y'all niggas kill me      Gon' have my gun, sitting on your ear piece   Having your bitch screaming, "Please don't kill me"   I don't owe you shit and I ain't your daddy   I don't own the six I own the Navi      And I'm sitting deep this, nigga, sweet like candy   You niggas want beef, you know get right at me   QB nigga, that's why you can't stand me   (You know 'cause)      The word is out, Noyd is out   And he about to air it out   Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things   He gonna show you what a gangsta's about      The word is out, Noyd is out   And he about to air it out   Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things   He gonna show you what a gangsta's about      See, we don't back down, we go pound for pound   Tech for tech, right on the block emptying clips   Buck something, leave mothafuckas hitting the deck   And then one by one mothafuckas be dead      The word is out, Noyd is out   East Coast, West Coast, down to the dirty south   Catch anybody flossin', I'm airing it out   With the nine hollow tips, man, I'm spittin' ?em out   Listen out 'cause I'm emptying out for that bling      That watch and that chain put a bullet in your brain   Not a thing I'm a gangsta, this is what I do   Go to war, with the bangers and eat niggas food      When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is then   If I'm lying, I'm flying word to everything I love   Don't get it twist, nigga 'cause I twist niggas cap back   That QB gutter shit, bringing it bidack   (Back)      The word is out, Noyd is out   And he about to air it out   Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things   He gonna show you what a gangsta's about      The word is out, Noyd is out   And he about to air it out   Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring those things   He gonna show you what a gangsta's about