no exceptions
Rapper Noyd Lyrics
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Life's full of love and hate
So we got crums to make
Survival's at stake
We under pressure
Still, we need to treasure
No exceptions, drastic measures
Life's full of love and hate
So we got crums to make
Survival's at stake
We under pressure
Still, we need to treasure
No exceptions, drastic measures
You got one life, no exceptions
Now who ran guns with Bounty, did a joint with Rakim
A song with Mariah that had the whole world poppin
Who that be the are-A-Double P-E-are
Niggas fuck with this and they get sent to the E.R.
Now I'm rockin jams with the Screwball fam
They connected so thick, with them men in submission you know who ???
Screwball and the Mobb so sick
We repin' QB son, they wouldn't understand it
We roll so thick that niggas get Noyd
Niggas don't want it 'cause Noyd bring noise
No way, niggas can't stop me, son it shocked me
They tried, I pulled out and popped three
Chorus
Hey yo
Light the blunts up, cook the coke up
One Times out, so what motherfucker I'm tryin to blow up
And when they show up I put the cracks in the stash
The gats in the grass, when they roll I just blast
With no problem bumpin Primo, to niggas we know
You try, you die like Peschi in Casino
No exceptions to the rule, the Ball to the Screw
Go back like "check one two"
Street gang to the rap game
Worldwide thang, thugstyle niggas feel the pain
Gotta go hard and sunshine they rain
Blow the block up, fuck niggas, with no exceptions
I'm'a blow my steel, grab the chicken as a human sheild
Break elbows and wheel, no exception is the drill
Is it real, I'm cryin blunt retaliation
Follow ?wallet? for your information
4-1-1, scoop all we want dun-dun
Cash is the issue, while you blab about ya pistol
But you never blast a missile, ship your bagette pistol
Gettin scissors on they gun shot wound, you doomed
With no exception
Chorus
Yo, the streets baptised me to money and war
Gettin yours is a law that we never ignore
We score twice or more, keep it moving twenty-four
We seven days with no rest, still fresh looking
Our names inflamed with the smell of tongue cooking
The hoods rotten, we see the ??? from the crabs plottin
The sneak kill, sabatoge our deal
But we overlook it, 'cause our environment is crooked
And hard to finger who the D's got as a singer
Spillin the beans on the dealers and the fiends
So I move separate and conversate with the connections
On the low key, gettin this money with no exceptions
Chorus
Yeah that's right
We all Screwball up in here
No exceptions baby
My team go to any extreme to get the weight up
Streets don't stop, streets don't stop
No exceptions
Gotta get it, gotta get it
All in it to win it
y'all heard
Streets don't stop for nothin and nobody
In the song "No Exceptions" by rapper Noyd, the chorus highlights the struggles of life, love, hate, and the need to make a living. The constant sense of pressure results in individuals taking drastic measures and risks. The song further emphasizes the importance of treasuring one's life as there are no exceptions to survival. The lyrics also mention the difficulties of the rap industry and the hardship they have to face to make a name in the industry.
The song then goes on to talk about Noyd's collaborations with various artists like Bounty, Rakim, and Mariah. It also highlights the threat that he poses to others, and those who try to mess with him end up in the E.R. The song highlights the importance of holding your ground, and Noyd takes pride in representing his neighborhood of QB, with his strong connections to Screwball and Mobb.
The third verse highlights the grim reality of the streets, where violence and drugs are a norm, and money is a law that everyone has to abide by. Lives are constantly at stake, and people have to be cautious of every move they make as their environment can turn against them any minute. There is a sense of unity and camaraderie among the rap community, and they depend on one another to survive in the industry.
Line by Line Meaning
Life's full of love and hate
Life is comprised of both positive and negative experiences
So we got crums to make
Despite the challenges, we have to keep pushing to make a living
Survival's at stake
Our survival is in danger and we have to be careful
We under pressure
We are facing a lot of stress and anxiety
Still, we need to treasure
Despite the hardship, we should still cherish our lives
No exceptions, drastic measures
We have to take extreme steps to protect ourselves and keep going
Its my life, no exceptions
This is my life and I won't let anything or anyone stand in the way of me surviving
Now who ran guns with Bounty, did a joint with Rakim
I have collaborated with some of the biggest names in the industry, such as Bounty Killer and Rakim
A song with Mariah that had the whole world poppin
I made a hit song with Mariah Carey that was widely popular
Who that be the are-A-Double P-E-are
That's me, Rapper Noyd, also known as the abbreviation 'are-A-Double P-E-are'
Niggas fuck with this and they get sent to the E.R.
People who mess with me will get hurt and sent to the emergency room
Now I'm rockin jams with the Screwball fam
I am now collaborating with the rap group Screwball
They connected so thick, with them men in submission you know who ???
Screwball and I are tightly connected and unstoppable, to the point that even our rivals don't dare mess with us
Screwball and the Mobb so sick
Screwball and the Mobb Deep are so talented and respected in the rap game
We repin' QB son, they wouldn't understand it
We represent Queensbridge, our hometown, in a way that outsiders wouldn't comprehend
We roll so thick that niggas get Noyd
We travel with such a large and formidable crew that people fear us, and in particular fear me as Noyd
Niggas don't want it 'cause Noyd bring noise
People don't want to mess with me because I cause chaos and commotion
No way, niggas can't stop me, son it shocked me
People cannot defeat me, and that's surprising to me
They tried, I pulled out and popped three
My enemies tried to attack me, but I fought back and defeated them
Light the blunts up, cook the coke up
Getting high and doing drugs to escape the harsh realities of life
One Times out, so what motherfucker I'm tryin to blow up
Police are patrolling the area, but that doesn't stop my aspirations to become successful
And when they show up I put the cracks in the stash
When the police arrive, I quickly hide my drugs
The gats in the grass, when they roll I just blast
I hide my gun in the grass and use it to shoot at the police when they approach
With no problem bumpin Primo, to niggas we know
I am listening to DJ Premier's music without any issues, among colleagues
You try, you die like Peschi in Casino
If you try to mess with me, you will die like a character in the movie Casino
No exceptions to the rule, the Ball to the Screw
We have to follow the unwritten rules of the streets, including being part of groups like Screwball and the Mob
Go back like "check one two"
We go way back, like a phrase often used in music performances
Street gang to the rap game
Our gang life has translated to success in the rap industry
Worldwide thang, thugstyle niggas feel the pain
Our music and lifestyle is can be appreciated worldwide, particularly by those who identify with life on the streets
Gotta go hard and sunshine they rain
We have to work hard and persevere despite the obstacles and difficulties we face
Blow the block up, fuck niggas, with no exceptions
We have to destroy our block while disregarding and harming anyone in our way
I'm'a blow my steel, grab the chicken as a human sheild
I am going to shoot my gun and grab someone nearby as a shield
Break elbows and wheel, no exception is the drill
We are willing to hurt and injure others to achieve our goals
Is it real, I'm cryin blunt retaliation
This is the reality of the situation, I am ready to retaliate with violence
Follow ?wallet? for your information
If you want to know more information, follow my lead
4-1-1, scoop all we want dun-dun
We have all the information we need and are ready to take action
Cash is the issue, while you blab about ya pistol
Money is our biggest problem and concern, while others talk about their guns
But you never blast a missile, ship your bagette pistol
Despite your talk of guns, you don't actually know how to use them
Gettin scissors on they gun shot wound, you doomed
If you get wounded by my gunshot, it will be bad enough that it will be like getting cut by scissors
With no exception
We will do whatever it takes to succeed, without any exceptions
The streets baptised me to money and war
Growing up on the streets has taught me about the importance of making money and fighting
Gettin yours is a law that we never ignore
We cannot ignore the law of the streets, which is to get what we need to survive
We score twice or more, keep it moving twenty-four
We consistently and constantly make money by any means necessary
We seven days with no rest, still fresh looking
We are always working and never resting, but we still look good while doing it
Our names inflamed with the smell of tongue cooking
Our reputation is infamous and well-known, indicative of the smell of drugs being cooked
The hoods rotten, we see the ??? from the crabs plottin
Our neighborhood is dangerous and full of danger, and we can see our enemies plotting against us
The sneak kill, sabatoge our deal
Our rivals are trying to sneakily sabotage our business dealings
But we overlook it, 'cause our environment is crooked
We ignore it because we live in a corrupt, dangerous environment where anything goes
And hard to finger who the D's got as a singer
The police have a hard time figuring out who is singing, or snitching, about us
Spillin the beans on the dealers and the fiends
Talking to the police and giving away information about drug dealers and users
So I move separate and conversate with the connections
To protect ourselves, we work alone and communicate only with trustworthy allies
On the low key, gettin this money with no exceptions
We operate in secret and without any rules to make the money we need to survive
My team go to any extreme to get the weight up
My crew will do whatever it takes to make money
Streets don't stop, streets don't stop
Life on the streets continues to occur, despite any individual circumstances or changes
Gotta get it, gotta get it
We have to make money, using any means necessary
All in it to win it
We are fully committed and willing to do whatever it takes to succeed
Streets don't stop for nothin and nobody
Life on the streets continues, regardless of anyone who tries to stop or influence it
Lyrics © Missing Link Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: FREDRICK G IVEY, KENNETH R LEWIS, MAX VARGAS, TAJUAN AKEOM PERRY, WILBERT BASS
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