[Noyd Talking]   Somebody gon'(na) die in this bitch   We about to "air it out"      [Noyd Verse 1]   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 midack (mack) on Broadway and Housten   Right in front of thousand and put it in efidack (effect)   I'm a pay!      [Havoc - Hook 2X]   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 Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's (a)bout         [Noyd -Verse 2]   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 . . .)      [Havoc - Hook 2X]   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 Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's bout      [Noyd - Verse 3]   See we don't back down we go pound for pound   Tech for tech right on the block emptying clips   Buck something leave motha fuckas hitting the deck   And then one by one motha fuckas be dead   The word is out, Noyd is out   East coast, Weat 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 wuth the bangers and eat niggas food   When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is thun   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)      [Havoc - Hook 2X]   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 Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's bout