[Intro]
The Albanian involved in this punishing fight is called Noizy. To me, I'm a fighter. I love fighting. That's what I do. I love fighting. Punch up and punch around to the head and face and produce terrible injuries to both fighters. No one knows what passing down from this will do to the new generation
[Verse 1]
If you get to see my ammo, you'll be like, "Oh shit." Got an AK-47, which I named him Buck-Z. He's kinda loud, you see. Reminds me of me. I thought he might've talked, and now he tells me where to be. You wanna see the 9mm? It's kinda hilly, so I call him Black Chili. It does the job, but n***as don't fuck your bulletproof. Eight for the top left, one go off left, two go off. You still breathing? Let them all go off. To me, it's just less bullets; for you, it's more shells
See, I'm not here to pirate stuff, but your body smells. I'm Albanian; you ain't supposed to like me. Had the whole news of UK talking 'bout me. I'm a member of the 97th Civil War, lived a life without a soul. Ain't nobody I would do it for
[Chorus: Noizy]
The bullets that I push, you can see how it's far. I love the sound that it bring when it bark. I love the stain that it leave on your arms. See, I'ma never stop squeezing on it till I fall apart. The bullets that I push, you can see how it's far. I love the sound that it bring when it bark. I love the stain that it leave on your arms. See, I'ma never stop squeezing on it till I fall apart
[Verse 2]
I love the guns, tap tap, run run, [?] Europeans like Puerto Ricans to Pun. My man, I'm the one. OTR, king of nays, hear the rain come. Our whole style, good fellas. I mean, Rihanna can't save you with umbrellas
Riding four deep in the Lex with Paredes. We run 313, 914, 203, yeah. Now you know who get cheddar, but you put that man's style in the original better. Hope you jokers die, rest in peace, Fletcher. From Switzerland to Germany, I know you've been hearing me. Bitches want war; none of that shit worry me. More importantly, if I really had an emergency, you'd be on my block right now trying to murder me
Don't say a word to me; the gun finish you certainly, but I could drop your body barehanded like Hercules
[Chorus: Noizy]
The bullets that I push, you can see how it's far. I love the sound that it bring when it bark. I love the stain that it leave on your arms. See, I'ma never stop squeezing on it till I fall apart. The bullets that I push, you can see how it's far. I love the sound that it bring when it bark. I love the stain that it leave on your arms. See, I'ma never stop squeezing on it till I fall apart
[Verse 3]
Sitting in the Buick, bending corners to the music. Three n***as deep loading weapons, 'bout to do this. Simple situation, hates for mental stimulation. Chronic inhalation, windows cracked for ventilation. 'Bout to see who's bout that gun clap. I'm like Manny when I read and react. You better retreat or retract, 'cause we back. Dog, we eat stacks. Leave you late on the street lacks
So think fast, when I ask you this, you need that? 'Cause I do. I try to live right like O.J. But drama come my way, so we gon' play. Till the curtain falls, pistol draws, then applause. Hit the walls, we'll shine a chain, just leave the money. Someone calls the police, so act right. Don't act up, just run it like Chris Brown and give the jewels up. Aye, you so tough, better play your part. First n***a to get hitter, be the n***a with heart
[Chorus: Noizy]
The bullets that I push, you can see how it's far. I love the sound that it bring when it bark. I love the stain that it leave on your arms. See, I'ma never stop squeezing on it till I fall apart. The bullets that I push, you can see how it's far. I love the sound that it bring when it bark. I love the stain that it leave on your arms. See, I'ma never stop squeezing on it till I fall apart
