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Got to be God's favorite.
A what's up all the people in the world "all the people in the world".. Everybody across seas.. Everybody, everywhere, that love N-O-are-E "I know why'all love me" I know my fans been sitting around waiting They looking... Said damn it's summertime n-o Ain't drop one I know I drop one four summers straight"four summers".. Had to pause this summer though "had to pause" Learn how to be a motherfucking man "learn how to be a man" You know.. Spend sometime with the motherfucking kids and shit.. Be a man on my motherfucking own "be a man" Still got the crew, still roll with my niggaz.,. But I just had to focus... focus as a motherfucking man as a solo Artist..again.. I know last time I dropped one It's not that I let the people down.. I let myself down.. my mind wasn't there.. Just wasn't focused but ain't none of that shit no more "no more".. None that stress.. I dealt with all that shit.. I know niggaz is sitting around like damn.. He named the album God's favorite...God's favorite.. What the fuck he mean by that.. I mean with all this drama we be going through... shit on the street.. Nigga hating niggaz from my same origin, fucking with niggaz They not supposed to fuck with "foul man".. Shit is just to much "too much" Jail calling "jail calling us" Like we still fucking hustling "police".. Got to be God's favorite I been through so much in my life time, as a artist, as a regular nigga And now as a man "a man".. God's favorite "God's favorite nigga, God's favorite..nigga, God's fav Cough..cough.. Man I got to be".. |
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Oh Oh Oh Come on Oh Ah Yo Homeboy I came to party yo'girl was lookin at me She's a haggler naw I'm not taggin her But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin ya What you wanna do What you tryin to do What you wanna do What you tryin to do Yo NOR papi say what that the man With his manager Chris and the label that Jams Still flossin showin your rocks Ain't you dudes heard grimey man we stole your watch It goes indian style he's been in dashiki Strapped in the baby tek baby tek BT True she at the bar lookin good in the brown dress Four to six shots and them things ain't around yet Persona all thugged out loud and clear Sayin fuck the straight henny just grab me a beer You see I'm reppin now and my mami's I got a weopen now Shoot at them clowns at they feet they high steppin now Left that wack label cause I don't like pricks I'm like a hammer that you hold on your hand I make hit's At the white boy club wylin buyin the bar They like hey now your an all star it go Homeboy I came to party yo' girl was lookin at me She's a haggler naw I'm not taggin her But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin ya What you wanna do What you tryin to do What you wanna do What you tryin to do I spit mack millimeter rhymes kill a liter in line My Peter got a heater in mines still lyin in they wack ass bars Only time they see jail when they watchin Oz I'm in the club pissy drunk like ahhhdadidaaaaa And mami took her papa like dadadidaaaaa Adios kill your soul then we body your ghost They call me tordo sip champagne and sip porto Playin cappy coo Man you ain't nappy too' I like when chocha be nappy too I treat life like a fast car lower my speed I try to chill and sell more records than Creed Been a hustler what what way before Melvin Flynt A criminal don't need no prints These dudes gave me a brick and they ain't seen me since Coulda woulda had them dudes straight hoppin the fence it go Homeboy I came to party yo' girl was lookin at me She's a haggler naw I'm not taggin her But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin ya What you wanna do What you tryin to do What you wanna do What you tryin to do La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh Well ooops I dunn dunna again I got another one I keep it hid in my pocket I got another one Fast and furious dunn dunn dunn tudunn Still be in Miami and jet sking In the ocean where the sharks be at just OD'n Adebesi want a brick to pay double easy I got them thangs that a move easy And I told the lawyer I sold blow to old Goya I'm half spanish you see I cook coke to Goya Half spanish all day roastin poya Recognize when I'm runnin the game before me Chickens wasn't even messin with brain because me Now you started gettin head on the westside highway So recognize my nigga you did it my way Ice rockin brick choppin and gun shoppin I did it all beat cases with Cochran Homeboy I came to party yo' girl was lookin at me She's a haggler naw I'm not taggin her But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin ya What you wanna do What you tryin to do What you wanna do What you tryin to do |
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[Noreaga] Yeah nigga - part four muh'fucker Thugged out nigga (Grimey) Neptunes - nigga what nigga (Grimey) Violator - nigga what nigga (Grimey) This shit is serious - type serious (Grimey) Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey) Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey) Uh, uh-uh, part four nigga (Grimey) Yo, yo, yo It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga I smoke boogies, conspiracy theory It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X These bitches swear they in love but it's just the X Niggas act like, my coke ain't long in stress Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest I flip, obsolete see I'm the king of the streets And show muh'fuckers how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats In Miami, Pun shoulda, won the Grammy This year I'll bring the shit home to his family Go 'head, and keep hatin, until you receive Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe See you a hater like Star & Buc, nigga what And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggaz just suck I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit Wanna drink every bottle I sip [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Nigga when that heat, is bustin off And the ambulance come, and rush you off And the witness like - we don't know dem boys Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey Then we resume, hangin with stars Then we live in fat houses and fat ass cars Then we drive and scream - nigga FUCK the law Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey [Noreaga] Yo, yo I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech We Violator violatin, y'all niggaz capiche? It's unsafe like late night on (?) Beach Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least Let's have fun wit it, in the Bridge my niggaz dunn wit it Niggaz had hit records, but we done did it Pop a collar; see them chicks they like to holla N.O.! You know them hoes already know they gotta swallow Money like Nutty Professor - fat as fuck Four gold albums; ain't none of it luck Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, fuckin you up Since you, seem so tense release the mutts I'm connected, the police release my cuffs Call me Fillmore, naw nigga cause I'ma feel more Nigga this my year, you gonna feel Nore Money we got it but still try and feel more [Chorus] [Bridge: Pharrell Williams (Noreaga)] Type of niggarole, we must be dunns (Grimey) Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimey) Nigga get popped can't hush me son (Grimey) Sellin everything 'til they cuff me dunn (Grimey) 93 Ac' fuck a Range nigga (Grimey) Saliva at the mouth of your chain nigga (Grimey) Reynolds wrap, coke, and doo-rags (Grimey) Never cleanin up, nigga screw that (Grimey) [Noreaga] You see we unbreakable, y'all niggaz is uncapable We 2G nigga we use gats that's untraceable Still smokin, and niggaz know how I do it Keep big shanks, shit'll cut in half your Buick Just me and shorty, late night in the park And gettin so much brains I'm startin to feel smart Off Beelzebub, feelin my love with cold heart See these fake niggaz, my fists'll break niggaz We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz [Bridge] [Pharell Williams] Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey [Chorus] [Noreaga] Violator - nigga what nigga (Grimey) This shit is serious (Grimey) (Grimey) (Grimey) (Grimey) (Grimey).. |
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[Dwnlzy] Where my skateboarding niggas at? [Chorus 2x: Dwnlzy] I know you heard, know you heard I know you niggas heard Know you heard, know you heard I know you bitches heard Know you heard, know you heard I know you all heard What what what what what what what what! Tell me you heard! [N.O.R.E.] Yo, yo, yo, yo pull that nigga over, snatch the nigga out the Rover Dat dat dat, gun shots all over And I wasn't there, but if I was There'd been a lot more gun shots goin off then they was So, tell 'em hoes to fix they wig You see my stomach all round, my dick all big And my guns come mixed like Robin kids N.O. fuck ya wife, snatch ya ice And my coke come white, like Barkley wife Can't stand how, these niggas be frontin Dumpin off 8 shots, ain't hurtin nuttin And who gives a fuck bout, who's spirits is better? As long as my shit is dope when I put it together Me and Swizz with another one, hot forever And you can call Violator, for show that you whoof I like a Swizz beat, shit already come with a hook, it go [Chorus] [N.O.R.E.] Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it's hope sittin, motherfuckers know me Everytime I drop an album, niggas O.D. Though I send slugs at ya, and ruin your day Your like "man there's holes in me, it won't go away" And I'ma straight sergeon, I'll change ya face up You'll have no ear, when I lace ya shape up Cause really N.O., I don't fuck with niggas And if you even met me, you just a lucky nigga Niggas always talk about how much jewels they got But nigga I talk guns, that's usually hot And 9 times out of 10 they gon usually pop It's like herpes, it won't go away, it stay hot Man, I be spittin like these niggas is dead Cause I'ma get my money, these niggas is dead So what, I be hype, I be ready to buc From the closet, I keep my fuckin gear in the truck, it go [Chorus] [N.O.R.E.] Yo, yo, yo, got the Lap Truck, tell them hoes to lap up Hit me on the 2-way, my phone is tapped up Matta fact, don't even hit me, it's too much low But if ya hit me on the pager, then use them codes I got the feds on me, I'm supplying the coke And don't flash no money, I act tight broke Cause man, I'm in this game with somethin to prove Only been a hood tour, no smoke to groove I was on a record label that loved to loose No promotions, lucky when we hit the news Beef, it don't bother us, we got God with us Rip some pieces of niggas, we got 'Card with us Man, Swizz'd drop it, I'm ready to do it Don't think a nigga nice, these niggas is stupid Man, signed a deal, rap'd sell And these niggas straight gay, these niggas is squeel, it go [Chorus] |
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[Intro] Aww, yes how you do today My name is N.O.R.E, that's pronounced Nore Here on behalf of thugged out militainment I'm here to see the president of the record label I believe his name is Mr.Isenhawk I been out here quite some time So, aww can you let him know I been waiting And aww can he please hurry his ass up before I bounce you undadig! [Chorus] So whats the matter Mr. CEOOOO You can't look in my face and feel my pain yooo Shit give a hood nigga a chance Anigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gone dance So whats the matter Mr. CEOOOO You can't look in my face and feel my pain yooo shit give a hood nigga a chance A nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gone dance [Verse 1] Ayo nigga through in the key and let the engine spark Yo I love the rap game, hate the buiness part An give a hood nigga a chance, that's what they won't do Cause I stay up in the office, with the toast too! An shit fuck a check, I rather cash And you know I shoot niggaz, don't bring up the past But I just came home,and ain't leaving alone Give a nigga one chance, im a have the shit sown I'm a hard worker, I don't need no handout I opportunity and im a expand out It's militainment, military entertainment Brand new hot shit nobody with So invest your cheese,and pay this thug We belong on uncut, not midnight love So just make sure our contract ain't slim And then I'm ready nigga, yo where do I sign [Chorus] [Verse 2] My pain ain't for eyes, stress rhymes Exchange to a lot of gunz and buiness, best times To the CEO, im basically saying My life switching, digging out Spitting for niggaz the same route Ladies too, I went the game route Respect what we came for, press support I guarantee we x these niggaz name out All I ask is my own ar's Marly marl, wise and shawn Truthfully we got our own staff The hands on experience, advance that executive paper Stay in the streets we set for greater things Whatever in the bank, bank on it Royalty time we thank each other Arrogant photo's we tear it down Bang them on billboards to skane Streets imagine, business of rap You can sit and laugh nigga Who done caked up, you flagrant as shit motherfucker [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yo let me holla at you ceo, a.r and president Give me a minute, here me out ain't no disrespect Let me speck my peace, we got a ill click of niggaz Now we got producers with beats We already to put shit down in the streets Been hustling to long,we need a new way to eat And I'm mad at your whole roster dog, must of them niggaz is weak The rest of them are imposters dog I know muse and maze will bring you plaque I'm a hustler nigga the first day I finish my pack Hit us with consignment and we'll bring it right back We for real with this game,and we spit it like that And since you worried about spending, we got a album ready done So hold on niggaz here we come Running through every burb, hood, every slum Niggas don't won't none thugged out [Chorus] [Verse 4] Do I look like the type who like to dance in club I like to stack cash, my son need to know this is his dad Mother may I take one step into the game The streets know my name, the fame I had it before When I approach my lifestyle, more potent than dope I write it real for the world, hate the industry rope I'm thugged out golden nugget with blood in a bucket We from the hood were these snakes, when you spit they try an d dub it I got a european attitude and ready for russia My hot flow, will leave canada dry, you ask me why Most rappers spitting you lie's, just to make you buy Unitied states, im like a piece of the puzzle I got to hustle Like I'm a south american Sell you album's in bundle's So let me live it up, and let the streets follow my story And much respect to the artist who done, done it Before me so it's my time to sell records and taking the glory |
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[Intro: N.O.R.E.] Yeah niggas, yeah Uhhh, that's what I'm talkin 'bout right here niggas That's what I'm talkin 'bout right here Gotti This what I needed, nigga This the shit I wanted right here This another "Nahmeanuheard"! It's off Beelzebub for real Gon' live my life man (I'mma live my life...) Stop hatin' on us (Stop hatin' on us...) Talk to 'em [Chorus: Ja Rule & N.O.R.E. ad libbing] Life, love, me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me This ain't life, this ain't love, save me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me Yo, yo So what, you think I'm 'posed to live in the hood my whole damn life And get married on the Ave. with my damn wife (N.O.R.E. & Ja Rule) I'm gon' live my life, and she gon' live her life (N.O.R.E.) And we gon' be a-aight So shit, I send the kites to my niggas in jail (Send that kite, nigga) And tell them niggas we good, once N.O. sell And to my street niggas, we done flipped out and beat niggas And made the loudest niggas turn dis-creet niggas As far as these chicks, they lovin' the pipe And she don't even like you, wanna thug in her life See, she wanna a nigga go and walk the hood with her That nigga try to front on her, I'm in the hood with her Shit, so stressed I could see it in her face-- When she walking down the block, but with me feel safe And them niggas won't front, have them dudes erased, it go... [Chorus] See I'm a vet, nigga, and I could take you to school And it's my fifth album, 'bout to quit like Rule So go head and try it, see it just don't match And ya man hate me, 'cause y'all just don't match Got my gun on me, and I could walk you upstairs 'Til you get inside the crib, girl, I ain't scared And tell ya man don't even come outside (Y'all niggas stay in the crib!) 'Cause if he even try frontin', I'mma make that nigga run outside See I'm a, thug for real, I hold the steel And I could walk you through the hood on the darkest hill See she love N.O.R.E., plus any nigga like me Drivin' in the drop with a 10 cent icey Shit, she want a thug that's basically See she scared in the projects, but safe with me Shit, N.O... (N.O...) R to the E Spin out at 90 I'm hard with the V, it go... [Chorus] Yo, a-yo, good green, 'bout to get some Valley stick I'm on the west coast, fuckin' with my Cali bitch And she always want some in the night and the morning Wanna know everywhere, and where I'm performin' Shit, but it's aight, just let her ride Yo she down wit' a nigga, just let her ride See (N.O.R.E. & Ja Rule) I'm gon' live my life, and she gon' live her life, yo... [Chorus: Ja Rule & N.O.R.E. ad libbing] Life, love, me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me This ain't life, this ain't love, save me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me [N.O.R.E. talking] See, we just tryin' to live our life, man (See... we livin' our life, baby) We not even paying attention to y'all dudes, man (Dudes) Talking 'bout 'cha paper Ain't nobody even ask you how many--how much you got, homeboy (How much money you got homeboy, chill out!) Chill out, man! (Live ya life) Word up, we just livin' our life, doin' our thing (We livin' our life) Thugged Out Militainment style (Thugged Out Militainment) Ya underdig? (Ya underdig?) We keepin' percolatin' up in the knahpsmeanyaheard? (Knahpsmeanyaheard?) Pop done popped'd off (Poppin' off) Jump off done jumped off (It done jumped off alot, though) Off Beelzebub for real (Get them condoms nigga!) Yeah, tonight, put the Henny away tonight, y'all (Put the Henny away tonight) We gon' drink that Cris' shit, and that Don Perignon shit (That Cristal, that Don Perignon and that good shit) Nah, nah, nah, put the Smirnoff away, nigga (Nah, no Smirnoff, baby) We not drinkin' the Smirnoff tonight (Not tonight, y'all chill!) None of that shit, man (Grimey ass niggas!) Put the 50 cent beer away (Put the 50 cent beer away, we ain't drinkin' that) We gon' drink that expensive shit tonight, baby (Yeah, yeah, we ain't grimey tonight) We gon' be Holly"hood" tonight, baby (Holly"hood" tonight, baby) Irv Gotti (Irv Gotti) Good looking my nigga (Good lookin', nigga) My nigga Ruleski (Ruleski, where you at, baby) We doing it up, baby (We doin' it up, nigga) Thugged Out Militainment, we in here (Yeah we gon' have fun, Thugged Out Militainment) We drinkin' that expensive shit, we partyin' tonight niggas (Expensive shit partyin') Come wit' us niggas (Come wit' us niggas) I'm gon' live my life (Gon' live my life) [Chorus: Ja Rule] Life, love, me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me This ain't life, this ain't love, save me I'm gon' live my life, hey Thug Life, Lord you know me |
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| 3:51 |
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[Intro] Oh, yeah, yeah Hahahahahahahahaha Oh, We ain't gon stop Oh, Militainment, (gangsta nigga), Militainment [Chorus x2] I hit you till you drop, (What?) I hit you till you shake (What?)[x3] Niggas and bitches (What?) shake ya body till it break (What?) YO, yo, yo... [Verse 1] Ayyo, dude's mad, (What?) been in this game for a while (Bitch) I been, mindin my business sellin cane for a while (That's what happened?) I can freestyle, but I ain't do it for for a while (Wow) Hate dude, Slime been hatin for a while (Oh no no) Shit, coups, sedans, trucks, and drops for a while (You ballin) But meanwhile, I been good for a while (What happened?) Just left the hood, was in the hood for a while (You are the man) Been fuckin these bitches, gettin pussy for a while (Boy, watch ya back) Boy, watch ya mouth, you been cursin for a while (Yeah) It's a big show, you been rehearsin for a while Smash records, they makin hits for a while (That's true) Used to be, hand-in-hand in the hood for a while (That's true too) Used to call Miss Cleo, but I ain't call her in a while (That's right) Used to be in the strip club, been drunk for a while (That's true) Now I'm like Joe, and stay home for a while (Okay now) Mami, let's while out and have some fun for a while (Let's go) [Chorus x2] Yo, yo, yo... [Verse 2] Who is this? The half-Spanish bliddack (Uh huh), NORE i got a minat (Oh, man) Get found wit 34 to ya chest its like Shid-aq (Huh?) Ya girl a (?), straight Slime been tryna get at (I heard that) I told her stop callin my phone, its just a riddap I smoke bogeys, all day like 2-piddac (Smokin) And smoke weed, and get drunk but no criddack Guns go boom, the thing's jammed its like did-dat Sounds like klit-at-klat-k-klat-klit-at Still hold biddack, but really you need to sliddack (I know) My team already diggin ya grave, (For what?) for ya niddap And chicks love the dick, especially from the biddack Have 'em sayin, Ohhhh NORE, and all th-that Magnum XLs, but I mean its too thinnat Oscar Lopez, it's revolutionary rizzap The Lord gave me the willpower to bust Gizzat This is my year, y'all niggas should hold bizzack [Chorus x2] Homey, open ya eyes and be alert when The thing get to stutterin, and spittin, and squirtin Holes in ya body by the time you pull ya heat out Holes so big, man, ya heart and kidney leak out I'm motivated by, cars and chains (Uhh) And innovative ways (Uhh), to rock cocain (Uhh) 38, baby Tek, gloves, and scully (Uhh) Niggas, watch yaself, I'm too damn gully ----- If all dogs go to Heaven, yo, and if thats so Let's shoot, dawg, them all, yo let's see if we go I got some low (?) booth or video, for my niggy though Gave it to Athena, came right back for shiggy though Wasn't really though, I just signed a new deally-o Makin more money, now this bitch is in my video Idiot niggas, call them niggas o-idio Now they makin collect calls like Arsenio [Chorus x2] |
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| 5:05 |
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[Chorus] I love you momma, I love you momma [Verse 1] Wish I could holla at you physically Listen ma picture me shitting, came far from chopping crack in the kitchen Hated when I was a thug, couldn't understand it Put me through school, swore soon I'd be in a position to rule Look at me now, your only child breathing through you For you by you, the science of f.u.b.u ill creation I'm still lying for that day I wake up Out of this dream, see you kinectly move, a seventies jewel A star's born, in the form of man Deep like Elijah, mommy's only prophet speaking the logic Now momma love said if I ever get rich And I'm not alive, watch for the snakes, cause they got to survive Don't acknowledge the lies, or the gossip stay true to yourself and don't do what your pop's did I love you mommy forever [Chorus 2] Love your moms and hate the streets Love your moms and hate the heat Love your moms while she resting in peace Love your moms while she still here Hug your moms when she shedding a tear Protect your moms from her worst fears Love your moms and hate the streets Love your moms and hate the heat Love your moms while she resting in peace Love your moms while she still here Hug your moms when she shedding a tear Protect your moms from her worst fears [Verse 2] My house someone not a nine, through hard times Mom's so strong you one of my hearts pride And you told me I would shine in time Never win but you know, through you I spit And make the whole globe glow I zone on all the things you ever did for me My grief as a kid, easing my pain, lifting my name Predicting I'll see fame, change that bond that's never broken You my heart for life, put ice on the surface of your soul glowing To my moms straight royal, look at your boy now Taught me young and intern I spoil you now Don't even worry I'm a hold you down not far from now When you see me and the way you've been Just since my born day, and you proud No matter what, so I'm touched when I spit it this way I pray you'll be smiling for the rest of your days around Always at my best, that's cause of you, always calm and watch You rise me to be top notch [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yo I'm keep this gansta, and still be g My moms is for my seeds, my moms for me Always been by my side, when I needed her the most When I was locked in a cell, holding her close Visit after visit, she always be there My farther would never cry, wouldn't shed at tear My mother exact opposite, by all means And it would hurt, when she would see me walking in state greens I be like ma chill, cause it's all good In just two more year's I'll be back in the hood My farther he got sick, my mother couldn't take it She called me the night he died, said he ain't make it All hysterical, phone dropped oh the dresser Ma calm down you got hi bloodpressure See I understand that I got to be a man And take care of my wife, kids, and the fam [Chorus] [Verse 4] Mama love, old earth for what it's worth Sorry for all the times I made you hurt I know it was hard work, mother of three Who would of though your baby be Running the street crazily You told me to stick to the dean I lusted the cream, 57b fav queens With cracks in my jeans I'm going no where fast , that's what you said Didn't want to lose me to jail Over some quick bread, or end up died Eyes bloodshed, and watching your tears shed Damn a nigga making his bed About to lie in, I want to change, but I ain't trying It ain't justifying, my grandpops dying Mom's I'm sorry for the pain There's sunshine after the rain My past shame it's hard to explain Can I make you happy, I love to you smile For your life while, ma it's our turn now [Chorus] [Outro] Love your moms hate the streets I'll protect you from fears, always be here Love your moms hate the streets I'll protect you from fears, always be here |
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| 3:49 |
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[Intro] Head bussa... Head bussa... Head bussa... Head bussa... [Chorus] (4x) I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa (head bussa) [Verse: Noreaga] Hey yo... Yo, N-O-R, you can catch me in my favorite car (car) Drop Lex, 'Llac truck, or the Lazy R I'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far And if you is what you smoke then haze we are I'm never faired up (faired up) I got some lead what (lead what) And keeps some chicks in my whips and they always just fuck my head up I'm like whatever God, ain't a nigga better God? I rock a Neptunes beat like it's a leather guard Know about you, but I'm a bed crusher See I don't know about you, but I'm a head bussa You see it's God Favorite, he built the project bricks Chicks love us anyway, cause we just make hits No red meat, I'm good with just water and fish Thugged out Militainment see we focused - bitch Stand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivot Or you can catch me in LA, with a Mexican midget [Chorus] (4x) [Verse: Noreaga] Yo, yo... See I'm a Philly nigga, I can't fuck wit a dutch chick Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a clutch shit Jo-se (Jose) I'm so relaxed it seems The first nigga sellin' cracks through a fax machine Shit StarTac (StarTac) I hold my gun in a rage And I can make planes crash through a two-way page Niggas stack like, act like I ain't made mad classics Like I'm a new artist, the nerve of these rap bastards But that's aight cause I'm a still make more And I could sell bad work, still say that it's raw I make songs for the poor niggas The most grimey and raw niggas, the ki-ki-kickin' your door niggas Go arm wrestle next, see whose neck I break I send my little man home (dude go home man) have to check out late She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person [Chorus] (7x) [Bridge: Pharrell Williams] Aim down, bang the same I'm a see if you say my name "N-O-R" They announce to change the game Couting out eleven clouds and bullets that rain Came down (down) it's a soldier game (fa' sho nigga) Kill for money, heroin, and 'caine nigga See your flag, the color of cloud nigga Picture finish, show me what you are [Verse: Noreaga] See I'm a head bussa (bussa) it ain't hard to tell That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell And them Def Jam niggas put that paper behind us We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us Niggas want beef, it ain't hard to find us We in the 'Lac Truck, them niggas in Path-Finders and-uh The crime scene like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.! M.U. the ones screaming like N.O.R.E.!, N.O.R.E.! Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too We in LA getting' sucked off in Malibu And you can ask the Jake, they call me "no shit" Cause everytime they question me, I don't know shit And hold this, yea nigga just know this I always drink Henny, hardly know the 'Cris Straight monsterous, I keep a ill beat And niggas hardly like you, your shit still weak [Bridge] [Chorus] (8x) |
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[Intro] N. -is for that nigga, who keeps banging.... banging O. -is for outstanding everyday....... everyday R. -is for ridiculous crazy....... so crazy E. -is for extraordinary ways....... everyway "rideout" [Chorus] They want to be like you, smoke like you, live like you But they can't fuck with, thug like him, dro like him If you forgot the name, and you been wondering it's N.O.R.E, N.O.R.E They want to be like you, smoke like you, live like you But they can't fuck with, thug like him, dro like him If you forgot the name, and you been wondering it's N.O.R.E, N.O.R.E [Verse 1] Ayo these chicks love me, and even though I got chubby Mommy see me in the club want pop bubble I'm like yo ma stop it, cause I'm a smirnoff rocket I'm loving my life, and never out of pocket I fuck dogstyle chick, I'm thugged out and rich I drink henny that's the same shit that i piss And I don't care about a ice wrist, I got a ice pick Plus a ice chick, she suck ice dick God favorite so the stay attracted And you could fuck with the guard or get subtracted I'll have you hideout, like when thugged out slide out These niggaz listen like when swizz scream rideout N.O.R, twenties on rims on ill car You could ask Def Jam they inherited a star You see I take flicks, and we hit the knick chicks Bag twenties and sell them in the hood for Nick's [Chorus] [Verse 2] It's still bang bang, yeah mommy it's still the samething And you could feel on my jock, and see I'm all cock And we could chill on your block, why not Niggaz love me anywhere, a hood I'm there I told nigga last year, that I ain't care You acting like the little nigga break yo, still don't care Whoa so if you with it, I can hit it and go And call you from the hood later, after hugging some doe N.O I keep it all good, I smoke more wood And as far as my chicks, I keep them all hood One time jake chase me, I started to dip them And when I ran by shortie, she started to trip'em Damn shortie "what" we've been through a lot together I even had you on the block slinging rocks together It's not a stress day, so i'm hit the expressway Meet you at your crib in a hour, with a dress tray [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm from Q.U. double E.N.S The first nigga selling crack with a black g.s I like the lex, nigga so I copped the shit And now it's summer time now, so I dropped the shit Whatever, you want beef, better get it together Cause I can have niggaz follow you and blast your leather You see we thugged out, and got whips with dip dishes Go head and keep fronting, you could sleep with the fishies It go... |
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| 3:59 |
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[Intro: N.O.R.E.] Yea niggas always asking questions man Like why y'all niggas so wild Y'all niggas go everywhere, shotouts, fights, things going on man Y'all niggas doing y'all thing, getting a little paper man Why ya'll niggas can't stay out of trouble man It's like black clouds be following us man Time for ya'll niggas to get to know Nore [N.O.R.E.] Niggas wanna know yo what's wrong with the god Cause every other day it's on with the god Every week a different beef Yea and my niggas cock guns and buy them for cheap Shotouts in front of here and there let's be clear And we done sent niggas to intensive care You see guns no problem, beef is no problem Niggas start snitching, thats weak, thats a problem I stay quiet, and don't talk to the press Fuck a courtroom, I'm good on the street with tec's Nigga Deuce locked, he got 15 years like booth He just went up, shit got me bent up It's time to celebrate, but wait my niggas ain't here My father ain't here, Pun ain't here, It don't seem like life treating me fare I drink Henny, it's stronger than that Belvedere [Chorus: N.O.R.E.] Black clouds over my head, follow my lead Waking up in the morning beer and weed Why the fuck it seems like, it's so hard to breath Why the hood seems like it's hard to leave We been waiting on this money for quite so long And my niggas on the run now, way to long Black clouds go away for the rest of the day Black clouds just go away, don't fuck up the day [N.O.R.E.] I make good music, and thats the reason I sold Through out platinum albums, and shit went gold I can't stress this cause god, I'm on the guest list Feeling like Xzibit, straight restless When it's my turn to blow, and own the cable I sold eight hundred thou on the penalty label And man shit deep, I ain't reach my peak It's my fifth album, ain't none of it weak I admit Melvin Flynt my soul wasn't there Recording in the studio, mind wasn't clear Said had to backup blunts and skunks No quotables still ain't get rhyme of the month Black Clouds follow me, like where ever I go Even when I ain't stressed, and I'm ready to flow I just let go, just let me know It's going be a better day, my seeds is celo [Chorus] [Complextions] Black clouds go away You been on slime back like everyday Everytime I turn around, you bringing drama my way I don't know how I deal with beef today "Black clouds" it seems you always with me Can't get no paper unless you there with me Can't go nowhere unless you there with me I don't even care, who else is there with me Black clouds go away You been on slim back like everyday Everytime I turn around, you bringing drama my way I don't know how I deal with beef today "Black clouds" it seems you always with me Can't get no paper unless you there with me Can't go nowhere unless you there with me I don't even care, who else is there with me [Chorus] |
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[Sho of Final Chapter] Thugged Out Militia- 2001 [Sho] Now put your cards on the motherfucking table and see whats, what Give life the dick hard she a slut That will make her feel it in her gut Then I move to my career So fuck your perspective, your thoughts get neglected Like Muggsy's shot and Marcus Camby rejection Hit the sixth row, pass the courtside section I know you clown niggaz must be kidding This lefrak commission, put a ending to your vision This rap shit turn five to sixth sense's I know your profile, I'm like a hood human census Major factor, nigga not a major actor Deal with major niggaz, fuck major bitches Who else but the sho god Open up the book, shit will never be closed Like a spell on the industry, and no one got the code But Al G.A.D.O and S.H.O we the mainstream where Ever we go y'all niggaz know [Chorus 1: Final Chapter] From the front to the back, stay packed, fall back It's a wrap, thugged out rule that I know you mad cause your girl on our back, she with us It's a wrap, thugged out rule that Don't want no problems, but if y'all want to clap, we got gats It's a wrap, thugged out rule that Everywhere we go we get tested at a show We let everybody know I'm let everyone know we shut it down (It's a wrap) [Chorus 2: Final Chapter] Banned from another club again... again But we'll get it popping outside my friend (you ain't gotta let us in) Banned from another club again... again But we'll get it popping outside my friend (you ain't gotta let us in) [Noreaga] Yo, papi and I'm banned from the Roxy Mad shootout's and more fights than Rocky I hold records N.O most connected My died arm strong, your pass intercepted Hoes meet me in the motel, with just a thong We goin' drink smirnoff, bitch, fuck the don You see my lucky charm, my niggaz is on and I'm a foul nigga bitch, I could fuck you moms You see I'm banned from the Tunnel, my niggaz is foul Body shit when I come through, like Martha wild and I would hate to have to, break your face bone For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones Hit niggaz up, machete's will split niggaz up Automatic's will blast, fifth niggaz up Al Gado, and Sho and this N-O and if them niggaz got beef, them niggaz will go [Chorus 1] [Al Gado] I'm the wrong person to love, easy to judge and I ain't perfect, I'll tell you now I hold a grudge Because we in the club, rolling thicker than fuzz The wee dark the same, play this rap like a match Just spark the game, and tear apart your fame Blow so much smoke clouds, shit it would start to rain an still flow lovely Get on stage and get gully I'm never fall off I got A, B C scully huh.. (Hate me or love me) that's your altermatum The devil price my soul, I still ain't pay him But usually they love me, walk in the club an make the crown look like they playing rugby Ripe show's on a fradulent stage No matter what y'all say, we living all of our days spit fire, no matter what the margin pays Y'all witnessing (Final Chapter) in their starving days show us love [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] |
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[Noreaga - talking] Uh, (yeah), gangsta, killa (killa) killa beats nigga (beats nigga) Iraqians (Iraqians) Do it like this (send Iraq to the heavens) [Noreaga] Yo, yo, yo guns, wars, banana clips holdin Tec nine's the wet clothin These niggas heard we mack moldin It's all gravy how I fuckin my eighties No women, no babies, Versace niggas get crump crazy You think I'm soft how I'm up in the loft And gettin sucked off, with some Cristal on my cock And plus duck sauce and two Spanish bitches lickin it off Nah, ain't shit changed I'm still pickin you off I stay drunk wit a lot of reefer These niggas gay like the guard that was in "Sleepers" Two ways without beepers These little niggas more leapers I got gangstas that gangbang on all creatures Shoot your whole face up and fucked up your features Iraq soldier, see the Henny made me fall over And still fuck 'til I'm dead sober I don't care about your balls, your hood, or your weed Fuck your whack ass thoughts I can throw some speed [Chorus] - 2X Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take (uh) [Noreaga] I desecrate the nations, gee I'm a sick individual Jose Louis yo, Analog digital Cigliari Trarabelly, Run Isreali my niggas run deep in your roots Allah Kelly got your project shook, everytime you look Cause I pray fifty niggas every flight they book Your more story, get up outta the club, it's drunk NORE Hands around my two Spanish bitches holdin my liquor Across the street these niggas scopin me, hopin I slip Like I ain't on point, but what point is this Do they know my fingers stay itchy, my whip do a buck sixty Do a 360 donut, and shoot 50 niggas in they fuckin faces I dumped their bodies by the horse races bloody valore, a couple Nore faces Yo keep hatin until you will see More volts in your chest plate it's hard to breathe It go [Chorus] [Break - Musaliny] Uh, ah Hey yo this street life we live it This thug life we live it If you ain't frontin, we live this shit Hey yo this street life we live it This thug shit we live it Thugged out ain't playin, we live this shit [Muze] Hey yo, hey yo, it's Muze vinity chin tap your chin Send a shot through your limb, think we ain't gonna win Stuff valar I know they way I'm livin ain't right But's that's life live and learn 'til I get my game tight I came up a broken home, rolled wit chrome Pops was never known on the block 'til my cheddar's blown Fiendin for the day I was on, fat beats since the day I was born Too know he snatched me and my other half Thugged out never gettin cash No mom would put a foot in nigga's ass, mash Coast to coast wit the Cali most Tally wit toast and party wit my cousin's ghost You bitch nigga, what [Chorus] (*talking*) Uh, Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake |
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[Noreaga - talking] - w/ variations Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, we up in the studio Woody Freezy up in the nassa me, ya Easy We also gon do support the Fleezy, and do the damn theezy how we usually do The theezy on the deezy We supposed to be a theezy And yell a beezy, do it how we do it Doozy Deezy, where the easy, tell 'em easy [Chorus - Kelis - 2X] - w/ variations His name is N.O.R.E. (uh oh) Don't push and he'll be sorry (uh oh) He might consider furs (uh oh) Drivin, mixin the words (uh oh) [Noreaga] Yo, yo, yo, it go ways to get the money long time on cash I'm caught up in the scramble where them guns go blast If they ya killas then your killas is ass I'm the world wide hustler I keep the gats in the muffler Married the block then broke up with her Still in the hood still choppin my knicks And my shots don't miss like Steryakovich Now my mind clear, I design to stall fear I'm like Puff and Cous that dudes that I Kia N.O.R.E. Cali weed I spark three And bitches say "I'm a friend" like Biz Markie I get sucked off, I used to buck off But now I can't do it I go straight up North So now I just chill and remain a G Sometimes its no crew just Lone And me So please let the motherfuckers know who I be It go [Chorus] - w/ talking in background [Noreaga] Yo, yo, yo I'm on the block buggin, drinkin with my homey (ey yo) Come her shorty where you goin? (ey yo) I lay like some semen, drinkin some Henny beamin Blowin bitches backs out leavin i'm all screamin I ran wars I divide the plan tours Fuck these "Deuce Bigalow" niggas they mad whores N.O.R.E., dirty, black certy I'm a Benz drop niggas on I-30 Smack niggas right in they grill Now stand still, see I stand still Cause my niggas I stand still See I lay, lay back, Carniac And now nigga drink like that and sell rap It go [Chorus] - w/ talking in background [Break] - 2X Yo I carry mack, mack, mack All dressed in black, black, black I keep it gutter, gutter, gutter On a Neptune track, track, track [Noreaga] - w/ talking in background Yo, who gonna stop the guard try and rock the guard On the dance floor frontin, had to drop the guard Shit D.A.N. - Dead on N.O.R.E. And them little niggas run in the Ville they punk for me Ain't shit change, still no pot to piss in When I gotta piss and the pot is missin Shit, bright and early when I wake up son Don't front cause I'm the one your boss read I'm from It go [Chorus] - w/ variations [Break - with "Yo, it go" at the end] |
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[NORE - Verse 1] And my coke come white, like Barkley wife
Can't stand how, these niggas be frontin Dumpin off 8 shots, ain't hurtin nuttin And who gives a f**k bout, who's spirits is better? As long as my shit is dope when I put it together Me and Swizz with another one, hot forever And you can call Violator, for show that you whoof I like a Swizz beat, shit already come with a hook, it go [Hype - Verse 2] These bitches full of glicthes Cause they snitch to much you do that to much we will load you on tha bus and ship your ass i got a pocket full of mass and i got a new task take out tha snitches and bitches and maybe in hip hop there will be no more glicthes get at ya boy [Nore - Verse 3] Hey yo hype show them bitches that right we dont need no mo glitches it time for tha hype , so close tha 9 and have a good time mutha f**ka i want ya to holla back slime , holla back slime [Hype- Verse 4 ] Hey yo this tha last verse ma pull out ya purse Na ma dont do that f**ka this isnt tha last verse You see thugs on tha street wit nothin to eat Y i made this beat for tha people strugglin in tha street Ya know who i be H.Y.P.E. these snitches aint got time to open they eyes and see they bitches and now its time to holla back slime ,holla back slime , [Nore - Talking ] Yo dis tha end of tha song all of my people I want ya to holla back slime , slime slime It hype time now it holla back slime , holla back slime [Hype - talkin] Yo dis aint tha end ya it is yo to all tha bitches buy my mutha f**kin cd u dum ass snitches nore ] and we out! |
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They'll be a man One to lead his people into victory One who goes through time One who seen pain The one who see's the glory That man is I, Capone The leader, follow me They wanna beat me like Rodney See me like Pac Have me like O.J. doing 100 in the drop Railroad me like the Hurricane but I won't stop, let's go [Chorus] Look at my life (look at my life) Look at my life, I'ma gangsta (gangsta, gangsta, gangsta) Look at my life (look at my life) Look at my life, I'ma gangsta (gangsta) I'ma gangsta [Verse 1] Yo, yo Take a journey through my life Walk through the nights with me It's a long road ahead of us, I hope that your nights crispy Queensbridge, a trife city delapidated slums I've seen political homicides and crack related ones Pac and Bigggie, god bless em I don't know where to begin Forgive me lord for I've committed a sin I sold crack to my mans mom I feed my uncle dope in his arm I testify to every word wrote in this song Except the 5th commandment, thou shall not kill I obviously ignored it cause my blood shall not spill So I chose to squeeze first Put you 6 feet deep in the dirt And watch your cold soul emerge from the earth I was a star first, then I grew into the sun Destined to shine over the planet Till I came across a gun, infactutated by the sound When the shots get sprayed, like (gunshots) I'm about to take the streets through another phase [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm amazed I'm still living I came close to the end of my days I couldn't let the streets raise my two siblings Or my kid, I'm too thoro, I survived through prison Collide with rival clicks spitting, listen I live life like I'm racing to an early death Exceeding the speed limit, with no brakes Quiet when I step, reality bites I'm gangsta for life, so I squeeze like I hold the mac precise With 32 shot clips And turn your hard top into a convertible drop whip They talking to rappers, chose my name to reflect I'm hot, grimy entertainers come Drama east to west I don't wanna kill no more At times I hear death knocking at my front door Feeling like I'm being watched everytime that I score What if the pigs got me on survaillance A rebel to the law, I got 2 strikes against me 1 shot in me, a vest and a semi It's me against the world don't tempt me [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ah yo lets all bust from jail, a mink A pound of the real, a 37 inch link Money in the bank, a Coup to match it I was released like a boss mis-acting You know the kind of thing a gangsta could relax in Lifes a bitch, but fuck it Trying to keep my whole faculty covered And spits more like an iraqian thugging If you wanna take me, mommy I'm coming But if not, they can never break I'ma keep gunning and bust shots [Chorus 2x] I'm the one that was running from the cops I bust back at them niggas It's real man I came from the bottom - strivin' Label to label, with the Yankees now (look at my life) I'm with big bosses (look at my life I'm a gangsta) The life, it's the loud, the mourns, the kings We movin up now (look at my life) Big gangsta moves (look at my life) Taking care of bussiness My niggas up north - Got you STREETS - I'M A GANGSTA (I'm a gangsta) (music fades) |
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