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