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letra de recognize and realize ii - big noyd

[verse 1: havoc]
yo it’s the real, son you know how it go
-ss out like a child get blow, still on the streets though
regulatin’ s.o’s, eternal banger leave your jug vain hangin’
you want beef, it ain’t bangin’
foul memories, you was bent but you remember it’s the infamous
never took our shoes off when we enter
stash gash gortex
swimmin’ henny leave the floor wet
stormed out, a man down, a maid leakin’ on the compound
to all you fake crooks that stay shook, frontin’ with those thug looks
get yo mug cooked and plus your thug took
you overlooked the fact that sh-t was real
now i got to take that -ss to school for real
my clique d-ck p-ssy n-ggas down with the quick
my peeps guzzilin’ while your crew was takin’ sips
set the vault lampin’ comin’ through comin’ through
qb in this motherf-cker what you wanna do

[verse 2: big noyd]
the trife life for living famous, bustin’ shots live it’s dangerous
in midnight we do it right in broad light
the trife life, livin’ rough wearin’ handcuffs like bracelets 25 to life he faced it
got on the run and got wasted
mad agony havin’ me more vexed
got me pullin’ out tecs on opposite s-x
the cream got me fiend for m-ss appeal scheme
like doin’ drive-bys in stretched limousines
i keep tons of guns my n-ggas on the run pack the nickel plated ones
get the cheddar, however dun, cause n-ggas got dreams
claim king with the drug sling, got they brain drained
to sling cocaine continuously seriously
my brain blunted the lye done it
we makin’ hundreds that’s all we wanted
to see my ill mean team seein’ cream
the infamous comin’ outta queens
yo check it check it

[verse 3: prodigy]
yo it’s the p, me and the n.o.y.d
we put the chedda togetha so we can double the o.z
it grows like some family trees and beanstalks
some hustlers naturally born with street smarts
yo karate it’s you and gotti y’all lift the weight
me and noyd, a gemstar hit down on the plate
the mobb n-ggas living wild inside of new york state
the five gates if a n-gga is shook just let him shake
while the c0ke bake
chef trip cook a boulder over the shoulder
with the wonders with they hands in pot holders
soloist get rolled over
rappin’ noyd takin’ over you crossed over
then you got bucked in october
november, december came out the hospital keyed up
paralysed from your feet up now slow ya speed up

[chorus: havoc]
got my clique ready ready to murda mad sh-t, mad sh-t
you pop mad sh-t what’s the verdict
humbly stumble on infamous just be runnin’ on your weak clique
get mad bent, lay back we peep sh-t
cookin’ material, what gat we scratch serial
you leary though, we leavin’ you to your funeral
-ssumin’ that you got the heart to bust back
i’m in the cut with not one but two gats

[verse 4: prodigy]
yo it’s the p realistically speakin’, get left leakin’
reality bites back, i strike back, we even
you still breathin’ make sure his heart stop beatin’
you bleed on top the concrete, found indecent
blank out when i see you, send shots at your cerebral
go at your throat like a pitbull
stomp and feed you to the vultures, like greek sculptures
you’re left limbless from start to finish
your whole squad get hit hard
i run with a foul type nigs is war scarred
resembling vietnam, infantries that bomb
your head n-gga, headquaters we take over
my snake n-gga crew strike like that of a cobra
constrict like boas, wrap tight around your soldiers
enclosed in, trapped within the clutches of madmen

[verse 5: big noyd]
yo what’s the verdict about that small cat you coulda murdered
long back when you used to keep the gat in the engine
now rememberin’, sayin’ don’t flip, when the mac spits, somebody bound to get hit and snitch
you know the sh-t been gone for a minute, come home
you still in it, runnin’ with the team, gettin’ that cream
do your thing, i respect that, you know that
the guards in charge, whenever you involved, i know the mobb’s on they job
when you creep, i know you go deep, no sleep and more heat
peel that cap, he ain’ nothin’ sweet, ?roll up it? though
you got me serious, now i’m furious whats next, a cat get clapped
it’s off of reflex the thug in the blood for pops, dukes, even my mom too
held me in the arm felt the doose goose, she said no need to be afraid to
bleed, baby please hold the heat with ease, and don’t pull it, just squeeze
ever since i elevated, got my mind situated in due time
got to get mine, shine they mind, check this chrome nine, im gettin busy
lookin’ spiffy, i’m gettin’ em and hittin’ em, paranoia sh-ttin’ em

- big noyd

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