Yeah, yeah,
Rick Rude on the ones and twos
It's your boy Noi,
we keepin' it double, you heard?
My hood to your hood,
how we doin' homie?
Ay yo, I just sat back,
took a few drags of the bud
I shouldn't have touched it
cause the bud makes me bug
I got so much anger on my mind
I'm all alone in the danger zone,
I wake up clutching my 9
This ain't fine, this not how to live
But this is what it is,
this not for the kids
This here's strictly biz
When you make sales on the hill,
the haters want you killed
And they don't care how you feel
They always smilin' up in your face
But they pray the day you erase
So they can come and take your place
Hey, what about the one you in love with?
The one you eat with, sleep with
The one you share your secrets,
is she too fake?
Listen, homie, don't get me wrong
I know you love her,
but any other could take your place
Ain't that a disgrace?
You were the gay with your right arm
She got you so tight,
you wanna blow like a pipe bomb
You keep it gangsta
Two of my peeps keep your head up
And if you sittin' down, then get up
You gotta keep it gangsta
Two of my shorties in the club
Who came out just to show me love?
Gotta keep it gangsta
To all my people in the back,
if I can't see you,
show me where you at
Gotta keep it gangsta
To all my people in the cut,
if you can't hear the music say
Ay yo, I'm on my own,
all alone in this danger zone
No mama, no papa, no brothers,
no sisters, cabrón
No I won't cry or shed no tears
Yo I have no one, man I got no tears
I got a heart of a king in the jungle
I'm a rap machine,
I spit a hot a 16 in the gundu
Bang bang, shots rang out
the phone on some dudes
Not a game I ain't playing,
you know how some do
And if you don't, this is how some do
Some real, some let off shots,
then pick up the shell
Some not going to jail,
who gon' write him?
Who gon' kite him?
Him and his ex no longer a item
She don't like him, she got a new man
making new plans
Between me and you, he ain't new,
she been screwing him
It's a cold, cold world out there,
but check it, man
You can't depend on the one you loving,
then god damn
Gotta keep it gangsta
Two of my peeps keep your head up
And if you sittin' down, then get up
Gotta keep it gangsta
Two of my shorties in the club
Who came out just to show me love
Gotta keep it gangsta
Two of my people in the back
If I can't see you,
show me where you at
Gotta keep it gangsta
Two of my people in the cut
If you can't hear the music say
Let me give y the breakdown
I ain't one to lay down and die
Nah, I'm damn sure ain't
gon' break down and cry
Nah, before that, I break down the pop
Cop a 745 and have it customized
I'm down to ride,
cause that's who I be
Raised around wolves and
taught by OG's
I'm never gon' give up,
homie, that's not me
No lie, just that, my pride won't let me
I kick down them doors
and now I'm ready
And I'm bringin' it raw, and I'm not Eddie
No laugh, no jokes, no games,
I'm more like Freddie
Cause I be your worst nightmares,
homie, get ready
Gotta keep it gangsta
Two of my peeps keep your head up
And if you sittin' down, then get up
Gotta keep it gangsta
Two of my shorties in the club,
who came out just to show me love
Gotta keep it gangsta,
two of my people in the back
If I can't see you,
show me where you at
Gotta keep it gangsta,
two of my people in the cut
If you can't hear the music say,
huh, what?
You
Big Noyd 
