Louder

[Intro: Big Noyd]
You out there?
Louder
Ayo, check it out, yo, yo
Well, clap your hands to what he's doing
Ayo

[Verse 1: Big Noyd]
You know I'm makin' sales on the hill, slingin' the fish scale
The motherfuckin' cracks and shit
In a ghetto state of mind
Niggas slingin' dime, doing three to nines
In the grind that I'm tryna flip
And change my ways, but not my techniques
Holdin' TECs when I walk, TECs when I talk, TECs when I sleep
If you don't keep heat sparkin', you a dead man walkin'
Prepare for war, ready to sleep, 'cause see, me
More ready to squeeze, you be more ready to breeze
And I'm real, and you just a stuntin' MC
When we say you know how we roll, we talkin' how deep
When we say you know what we hold, we talkin' 'bout heat
And we keep hundreds and guns 'cause talk is cheap
Hey holmes, you better run when you see me in the street
Try to diss me in your rhymes, I'ma warn you one time
Then out come them .9s, nigga (Bow, bow)

[Chorus: Prodigy]
You out there?
Louder
Louder
Well, clap your hands to what he's doing
You out there?
Louder
Louder
Yo, check it out, ayo, it's like
Well, clap your hands to what he's doing

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
I heard he s'posed to be known for bustin' his gun, him and his man
Out in South Jamaica BKA the desert land
Goin' at P, you finished, man
You's a flea, a peasant ass nigga beneath me
Our shots connect with bodies, ask your chiefs
You better run to your boss about me
We kill niggas like you and fuck the police
I built niggas like you, you manufactured by me
Studied every Mobb song, every CD
Now you tryna grow up and squeeze your foot in my Louis?
My Ballys, my Timbs with the Gucci
My two-shot with the red beam shoot moolies
You niggas goin' at me, get your teeth loose here
Your chain get popped and all you niggas run from my bullets
A Mobb nigga to the fullest, no bullshit
Catch niggas havin' they fun and we ruin it

[Chorus]
You out there?
Louder
Louder
Well, clap your hands to what he's doing
You out there?
Well, clap your hands to what he's doing

[Verse 3: Big Noyd]
And when I'm spittin' that fire, I know it burns you up, nigga
When they play your song, nobody turn you up, nigga
Your rap style sucks and your style is chump, boy
Y'all niggas ain't ready, you don't want it with Big Noyd
Homeboy, don't lie, you never handled no guns
Never sold no drugs, you was never no one
No scars, no bars, no pumpin', no buckin'
The frontin', homeboy, you never touched no one
You don't know what thuggin' is from the womb to the tomb
What you know about visits, nigga, boofin' balloons?
Or on the street with the smack and the spoon
Slingin' dope from 12 mid to 12 noon in the streets with the goons
What you know about it, dunn? All my niggas on the run
All my niggas in the grave, and most up in the cage
And how they come home rockin' the specs with the waves
Or thuggin' with the Timbos rockin' the braids
You down, kid, this right here for all ages
Cop the mixtapes 'cause radio, they scared to play this
We too thug for them so we say, "Fuck the haters"
Then throw it up for my niggas comin' with the gators
My ladies with the Chanel ridin' for the players
Believe me, man, nothing's gonna stop us from gettin' paper
It's a wrap for it, man, just adapt to it
We got it mastered, for every track, we write classics, nigga