Give Up the Goods (Just Step) [feat. Big Noyd]

Word up, man, know what I'm sayin'?

So I be tellin' these ****, man, shit ain't a game

Man, shit is real kid, word up

(Tell 'em Dunn, man, let them **** know)

Know what I'm sayin'? Shit is definitely real, boy

Yeah, tryna get this loot anyway, man

Ayo, Queens get the money long time no cash

I'm caught up in the hustle where the guns go blast

The fool retaliated, so I had to think fast

Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last

Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?

I'm tryna tell these young **** crime don't pay

They looked at me and said, Queen's **** don't play

Do your thing, I'll do mine, kid, stay outta my way

It's type hard tryna survive in New York state

But can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate

Po-po comes around and tries to relocate me

Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me

'Cause havin' cash is highly addictive

Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with

I thought step back look at my life as a whole

Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul

I'm out for Delphia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya

I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular

Yo, Big Noyd! (What up cousin?) I can't cope

With all these crab **** tryna shorten my rope

Yo, it's the R-A-double P-E-R-N-O-Y-D

**** can't fuck with me

Comin' straight outta QB

Pushin' an Infiniti

You ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?

Definitely, 'till the death of me, come and test me

Trust me, **** can't touch me if he snuffed me

So bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you

My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual

I'm born with it, I'm gettin' on with it

And I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone with it (Gone with it)

'Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor

Don't make me buck ya, 'cause I'm a wild motherfucka

You know I flow, you know my steelo

Even pack my gat when I go to see my PO

Jump out my hooptie, pass my gat and my loot

To my shorty in case my PO try to troop me

To the island, and if I start wildin'

Flippin' on **** walkin' around with the nice gold medallions

But she didn't violate me, so I escaped, see

Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more cream

Know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler

Won't try to cut ya, pull out my four-four and bust ya

Yo, ain't no time for fakin' jacks

The brothers that fake jacks

Get laid on their backs, the streets is real

Can't roll without steel, I feel how I feel

'Cause I was born to kill, do what I gotta

To eat a decent meal, brothers is starvin'

Been tryna find a job, son, it's all about robbin'

So don't be alarmed when we come through

We supposed to, if you opposed to, get your face blown, duke

Off the map, 'cause I react, attack

A brother wasn't blessed with wealth, so I act like that

Drug dealin', only mess with shorties that's appealin'

I'm frontin' on the world once I start four-wheelin' (Four wheelin')

'Cause back on the 41st Side, we do it right

Sippin' E&J, gettin' bent all night

Yo, who that? I never seen him in my whole life, step to his business

'Cause it's only right, po-po ain't around, so I grab my pound

Money, retaliated so I hit the ground, my life was on the line

Gotta hold my projects down, can't see myself gettin' bodied

By a clown-ass **** that ain't even from my town

Hit him up in the chest, now he's layin' it down dead

Jetted up from under the benches, I started hearin' sirens

I stopped firin' and cut ass like a diamond, jetted to the crib-piece

What a relief, stashed the heat then proceeded to peep

Out the window, call my son, yo son, we got beef

But no question, money had a problem so I solved 'em, solved 'em

I got my mind on the stick-up, now it's time to get paid

Thinkin' of ways to take loot already made

There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid

Give me yours or get laid (Laid, laid)

Give up the goods and get sprayed

I got lots of love for my crew that is

No love for them other crews and rival kids

All them out-of-town **** know what time it is

And if they don't, they need to buy a watch, word up

Caught up in the cross-fire, get they-self hurt up

While I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup

On a park bench on 12th Street, my whole crew's famous

You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless

First of all slow down, you on the wrong route

Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about

The street life ain't nothin' to play with

No jokes, no games, kid, for years I've been doin' the same shit

Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids, extortin' crack heads

And stickin' up the stick-up kids

(Stick-up kids, stick-up kids)