"Yo, it's the r-a-double p-e-r n-o-y-d, niggas can't fuck with me!"
His debut album, Episodes of a Hustla, was released in 1996, but as Big Noyd was incarcerated at the time of the release, he didn't had full control over the album, and the album turned out only to contain 11 songs. Even though, the album is counted as a classic amongst fans. In 2003, Big Noyd returned with his second album, Only The Strong(Survives). This album, just like his debut, had many Mobb Deep-related features, but it was a good introduction to people which had yet to hear Big Noyd's music. In 2004, Big Noyd released his 3rd album, On The Grind, as his other 2 albums, also featuring many guest-spots by Mobb Deep-related artists.
Also in 2004, Big Noyd played the leading role in the Mobb Deep-produced Murda Muzik The Movie. Big Noyd, playing a young, upcoming rapper called "Fresh" surprised viewers with his talent in front of the camera, and even though the movie was a flop, many ment that Big Noyd raised the overall impression.
Get It Poppin'
Big Noyd Lyrics
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What? We be comin', we comin', 41st side nigga, gangstaz
Come on, we be in your face, bitch
You know when Q U come through, we get 'em for they chain
They ain't sayin', quick to blow your motha'fuckin' brains
Nigga light the Benz on autor, word to the daughter
Feel me black, ya' niggaz wanna beef, ya' niggaz betta squeeze
Hope he left his memories and fact, assumin' that I love
That the streets and my gats, who hold me down?
Who got my back? No one, who holdin' me down?
Who got my back? Shit my big guns makin' you cowards run
I hit the bitch all in the lungs, son, wack 'em
When I flashed on 'em, I had his man turn an ass on 'em
'Cuz the dezzy was pointed on his headdy
This niggaz ain't ready, dunn I dead crew
And ain't got shit poppin' on Channel One news
Who the fuck is these dudes? Niggaz wanna fuck
Who the fuck wanna screw? I'm reach for my shit ready to blast one
Doin' jukes wit' the one they say the mask on
Yo hold me down your heart is low budget son
You had one in the head but you didn't pull it son
No time for fake-ness
Be the first and last mistake you eva fuckin' make, bitch
Come out and stop hidin', deal wit' the pressure
Before I send hunger and gun to come get ya
Wit 4-4's and betta, dumb-dumb's, I bet ya
You won't even feel wit' when they kill ya
So watch your back, bitch
'Cuz we ghetto gangsta shit, 41st side nigga
Come on, 'cuz we comin', we comin', we comin'
41st side what we here now
Let's show 'em how we get down
All I see is crime outside and truthfully, I can't take it
All these pains inside, don't think I'mma make it
Shit, the game is real so you must stay strong
All I see is cats locked up and dead and gone
I know cats that hate to take flicks
Blood thick in the hip by lingua chicks
Eager to strip, cornball slip, they knees stash closer to my dick
Savage dude eatin' food, disturbin' the eagle trips
Son kissed to my lips bein' bees played the concrete
Snow in the summer to increase your heart-beat
Duke, make it happen so retrovior right?
But when I black out and cut y'all in half and sayin' it ain't right?
Six building of the hook, Henny and Remy's
Stand dawg lays in samy at your enemy
Now they pass memories, I pal chicken till the death
Legal raw or legal I'm covered so fuck the ATF
Now fact the lord, my thoughts are raw
I'm capable to leave the sickness seemed to chair-fold
Now the fair war or severe any man hoar head
Shots chest, shots squeeze till this red hot
Bubble like where hustle and numb rocks
Soften your hard rocks wit' one shot
And put your mind on your opposer
Blood ooze on his rose-rary as I back away cautiously
All I see is crime outside and truthfully, I can't take it
All these pains inside, don't think I'mma make it
Shit, the game is real so you must stay strong
All I see is cats locked up and dead and gone
All I see is crime outside and truthfully, I can't take it
All these pains inside, don't think I'mma make it
Shit, the game is real so you must stay strong
All I see is cats locked up and dead and gone
All I see is crime outside and truthfully, I can't take it
All these pains inside, don't think I'mma make it
Shit, the game is real so you must stay strong
All I see is cats locked up and dead and gone
The lyrics to Big Noyd's song "Get It Poppin'" describe the gritty reality of life in the streets. The song presents a vivid picture of the violence and danger that accompanies criminal activity, as well as the sense of camaraderie and loyalty that is fostered among gang members. The first few lines of the song introduce the idea of the "nighttime shift" and the dangers that come with it. Big Noyd emphasizes the idea that he and his crew are "gangstaz" from the 41st side and that they are always in your face.
Throughout the song, Big Noyd raps about the violence and brutality of his world. He talks about stealing chains and taking lives. He emphasizes the importance of being prepared for any situation and being willing to defend oneself at all costs. Big Noyd also pays homage to his crew, who he sees as his ultimate support system. He acknowledges the sacrifices they make and the risks they take to maintain their reputation in the streets.
Overall, "Get It Poppin'" is a powerful and unflinching portrayal of life on the edge. The lyrics are raw, intense, and unapologetic, making it a poignant and unforgettable track.
Line by Line Meaning
Nighttime shift, you know it gets no realer than this
We're out here hustling all night, this is our reality
What? We be comin', we comin', 41st side nigga, gangstaz
We're from the 41st side and we roll deep as gangsters
Come on, we be in your face, bitch
We're not afraid to confront anyone and we won't back down
You know when Q U come through, we get 'em for they chain
When we rob someone, we take their chain without hesitation
They ain't sayin', quick to blow your motha'fuckin' brains
If they don't give up their stuff, we're quick to shoot and kill them
Nigga light the Benz on autor, word to the daughter
I light up the Benz on the road, swearing to my daughter
Feel me black, ya' niggaz wanna beef, ya' niggaz betta squeeze
Understand me, if you want to start a fight, be ready to use your gun
Hope he left his memories and fact, assumin' that I love
I hope he remembers the times we shared, assuming that I loved him
That the streets and my gats, who hold me down?
The streets and my guns are the only things that support me
Who got my back? No one, who holdin' me down?
I have no one who supports me and I am on my own
Shit my big guns makin' you cowards run
My large guns scare off people who are too afraid to face me
I hit the bitch all in the lungs, son, wack 'em
I shot the guy several times in the chest, killing him
When I flashed on 'em, I had his man turn an ass on 'em
When I confronted him, his friend turned against him
'Cuz the dezzy was pointed on his headdy
Because I had my gun pointed at his head
This niggaz ain't ready, dunn I dead crew
He was not prepared to face me, so I killed him
And ain't got shit poppin' on Channel One news
My actions are not newsworthy or noteworthy
Who the fuck is these dudes? Niggaz wanna fuck
Who are these guys? They want to start a fight
Who the fuck wanna screw? I'm reach for my shit ready to blast one
Who wants a fight? I'm ready to use my gun and shoot
Doin' jukes wit' the one they say the mask on
I'm making moves with someone who is wearing a mask
Yo hold me down your heart is low budget son
Support me because you're not strong enough to handle it yourself
You had one in the head but you didn't pull it son
You had a gun with one bullet in it, but you didn't use it
No time for fake-ness
I don't tolerate people who are fake or lying
Be the first and last mistake you eva fuckin' make, bitch
Making me your enemy will be the biggest and last mistake you ever make
Come out and stop hidin', deal wit' the pressure
Stop hiding and face the consequences of your actions
Before I send hunger and gun to come get ya
Before I send my hungry crew and guns to come after you
Wit 4-4's and betta, dumb-dumb's, I bet ya
With powerful guns, I'll make sure you don't survive
You won't even feel wit' when they kill ya
You won't even feel it when you're dead
So watch your back, bitch
Be careful, I'm always behind you waiting
'Cuz we ghetto gangsta shit, 41st side nigga
Because we are tough gangsters from the 41st side
Let's show 'em how we get down
Let's demonstrate how we handle ourselves
All I see is crime outside and truthfully, I can't take it
Everywhere I look, there's crime and it's overwhelming
All these pains inside, don't think I'mma make it
I'm struggling internally and don't know if I can handle it
Shit, the game is real so you must stay strong
Life is hard, so you need to be strong to survive it
All I see is cats locked up and dead and gone
People I know are either in jail or dead
I know cats that hate to take flicks
I know people who hate to take pictures
Blood thick in the hip by lingua chicks
Blood (gang members) are close with women who speak the same language
Eager to strip, cornball slip, they knees stash closer to my dick
They want to steal from me and they kneel close to my crotch to do it
Savage dude eatin' food, disturbin' the eagle trips
A violent man who is interrupting peaceful moments
Son kissed to my lips bein' bees played the concrete
He kissed me on the lips as the police listened on the streets
Snow in the summer to increase your heart-beat
A metaphor for the danger that is always present
Duke, make it happen so retrovior right?
Make it happen, is it the right thing?
But when I black out and cut y'all in half and sayin' it ain't right?
But when I lose control and hurt people, can I really say it's wrong?
Six building of the hook, Henny and Remy's
In a dangerous neighborhood where alcohol is prevalent
Stand dawg lays in samy at your enemy
A pit bull stands ready to attack enemies
Now they pass memories, I pal chicken till the death
Now they are just memories, I'm loyal to my crew until the end
Legal raw or legal I'm covered so fuck the ATF
I don't care what's legal or not, I'll do what I want
Now fact the lord, my thoughts are raw
I face God and my thoughts are honest
I'm capable to leave the sickness seemed to chair-fold
I have the strength to overcome sickness and pain
Now the fair war or severe any man hoar head
Now the fight is fair, and I can defeat any man who opposes me
Shots chest, shots squeeze till this red hot
Shooting people in the chest until they're dead
Bubble like where hustle and numb rocks
The environment is tense, like where drugs are sold
Soften your hard rocks wit' one shot
I can make you drop your tough facade with one bullet
And put your mind on your opposer
Focus on your enemy
Blood ooze on his rose-rary as I back away cautiously
Blood is dripping on his expensive car as I retreat carefully
Contributed by Thomas R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.