Bring The Noise - Viper, 211, Rasheed

One time

For the whole U. S of A (ayyy)

Rasheed in the house, it’s ya boi

211 in tha house

We gon do it like this

We gon do it like this

Uh uh

One time for your mind, before we kick the gramma'

Gotta keep it real, no smoke da

1 2 3 in da cut

Comin' around I keep it real — I break it down, my nigga

Just how it is, know the shine 'cuz me and tha' grinda’s

Lookin' for the ambulance, got a mothafuckin' double dance

Trance, fill it with trace, ghost

I wanna face ya, don’t give it I gotta amaze

Anotha' motherfucka', feel it comin' from the depths

Lyrically I break 'em down and I’m lyrically cut

With the weapon, like the niggas give us a call

Breakin' it down, never givin' a damn i’m a dog

that’s it — My niggas comin'

Lyrically, we got it all — in this cut spittin'

1 2 3 represent in the coal

Got the motherfuckin' rap let the rap reload — It’s the

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round your block and we 'bout to bring the noise, uh

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise noise

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise, uh

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise

UH WHUT UH WHUT WHUT

UH WHUT UH WHUT WHUT

Nigga sound like some butt fuck

Nigga and post up

Tha mothafuckin' pistol automatic with the Glock

See these boys as I on the god damn block

Now the spot, drivin' out coz niggas they be high

Killin' with my clip and automatic as I pop

Watch em all stop, with Biggie and Pac

Guns rock, Niggas will be steppin' - I’ll drop nigga

I bought these niggas coz I see 'em like my enemies

Smoke ya boys up, I’m blazed off mad trees

211, Rakee', and (that nigga Vito)

Don’t give a damn, we take the niggas to the

Mr. Cold, nigga’s go to the promise land

For bringin' em up and niggas got my in my fuckin' hand

See me nigga, can’t be me ballin'

Ask me a real G, in 2000 see?

Cuz it’s —

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round your block and we 'bout to bring the noise noise

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise noise

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise noise

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise

It’s tha player from the south side of A.C.T

All them boys know me, J.R.I.D.E

Yes it’s me, and I gotta pimp it up

Comin' through them showin' much much love

I’m bangin' and I’m cummin', and I’m bangin and screwin'

You know how them boys in the deep south will do

Much love to them boys in that home

Much love in they got it goin' on

Anyway, back to the mic and I’m gonna keep on flippin' it

Keep on rippin' it, keep on tippin' it

me my microphone

And two triple O O

That’s how it go that’s that boy deep low

Comin' through, aka.

J Ride,

Baby boy you know me it’s just your baby bro

And I’m gonna keep bustin' rhymes 'til the day that I ride

And jizz-ide and rizz-ide and prizz-ide

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise

2 G, me and my boys

Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise