Give It Up Fast Lyrics - Big Noyd

Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the truck 

Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck 

So what's the deal poppy? You heard the feds almost got me 

I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby 

Negotiating like an Illuminati network 

Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect 

When I lost but back then was my fault 

Now it's time to floss 

Eye for an eye what's mine is yours 

I need a suite with the flowers 

Complementary at Trump Towers 

Sit at the table we can build for hours 

On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse 

The World Is Yours written all over the blimps 

Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning 

From [unverified] and prima, loads of women rockin' linen 

I got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, Japan 

Movin' niggas out tha hood and just divide 'em with fam 

Ay yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man 

About the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand 

Give it up fast, quick and not slow 

Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough 

Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit 

QBC, nigga grab your click 

Yeah son, I'm feelin' it, opposition want me dead, concealin' shit 

Four gats got me livin', kid, rushin' through my pyramid 

You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary 

Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch 

Ran his mouth like a bitch, now he's layin' in a ditch 

Daily dug for himself on his grave I had to piss 

Scud missile never miss you 

Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip through 

You metal deeper, you ain't havin' it me either 

It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers 

Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers 

Huh, huh 

Hey Noyd, what up this cat right here, man 

Word up 

The tough guy strong me, I guess he got plans to ruin me 

He want ta do me slowly but surely I beat his fast ass a bit early 

Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly 

Put the drome to his dome let him know it's never early 

You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side 

Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes 

He was surprised I snatched him up regulated his gat 

And backed him up, stepped to the side, P blast em up 

Hey yo, cannons are rough, you got strucked up, ya strokes slit 

So rapper nigga playin' thug try to pro shit 

(Yo, kill that nigga, man) 

All I remember was I shot for his throat G 

You see big guns and 3-D is haunting 

It gets deep, fuckin' with these Chinese 

Thai weed burnin' my hip from hot gats 

Burnin' my lips from roach clips 

Catch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m. 

These 'R-tape meridian' cats, insomniacs 

Four in the mornin' we throwin' back some Cognac juice 

Lettin' gats loose in the blue van blitz through 

These kids too couldn't find the pistol 

Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin' my necklace 

I'm bent off some next shit, gasoline wick, a kerosene twist 

Stumblin', place of my gun right, it's slipped down its caliber 

Lookin' for chicks that he can stab now 

Numbed up for my fiery cup, I held juice of sin's nectar 

Saints found they youth 

Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck 

Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin' ya luck 

My pipe games like a night train top speed through ya warm piece 

[Unverified] to say the least 

Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow 

Not goin' to the cell if it ain't a freak show 

Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin' this shit 

QBC, niggas grab their click 

Give it up fast, quick and not slow 

Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough 

Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit 

QBC, nigga grab your click 

(And that's how it go) 

And that's it nigga 

(If it ain't a freak show) 

It ain't a freak show 

Ya know what I'm sayin'? 

(Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up) 

Don't go 

(You know the deal) 

Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc to the exit 

Niggas we out, what up 

(The Infamous) 

It's over baby 

(Fuck 9-6 to 9-7) 

Tell the rest of the crew