Nari Filmography

• Lakhe Siba Puji Paichi Pua (1997)
• Suna Bhauja (1994)
• Byabhichara (1993)
• Kapala Likhana (1991)
• Kanyadaan (1988)
• Papa Punya (1988)
• Akashara Aakhi (1987)
• Bhuli Huena (1987)
• Eai Ta Dunia (1987)
• Nala Damayanti (1985)
• Samay Bada Balwan (1985)
• Sankha Sindura (1985)
• Ninad (1984)
• Janani (1984)
• Raja Harishchandra (1984)
• Kaberi (1983)
• Jwain Pua (1982)
• Batasi Jhada (1981)
• Pujarini (1981)
• Megha Mukti (1980)
• Gauri (1979)
• Sankha Mahuri (1978)
• Kabi Samrat Upendra Bhanja (1978)
• Pipasha (1978)
• Priyatama (1978)
• Naga Phasa (1977)
• Mukti (1977)
• Aahuti (1977)
• Sindura Bindu (1976)
• Kie Kahara (1968)

Nari Filmography

• Dil Tate Deichi (2010)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Don't Love No Bitches - N.O.R.E.
• Big D - N.O.R.E.
• Now I Pray - N.O.R.E.
• Get Down (ooou Ooou) - N.O.R.E.
• Come Thru - N.O.R.E.
• Black Clouds - N.O.R.E.
• Sometimes - N.O.R.E.
• Oh No (remix) - N.O.R.E.
• I Wanna Fuck You - N.O.R.E.
• Half Baked - N.O.R.E.
• Blood Money (part 2) - N.O.R.E.
• Oye Mi Canto (feat. Tego Calderon & Nina Sky) - N.O.R.E.
• Nothin' - N.O.R.E.
• Bloody Money Part Ii - N.O.R.E.
• The World Is Getting Smaller - N.O.R.E.
• Sour Diesel - N.O.R.E.
• Scared Money - N.O.R.E.
• Oye Mi Canto - N.O.R.E.
• Blam!!! - N.O.R.E.
• Mr. CEO - N.O.R.E.
• Married To Marijuana - N.O.R.E.
• Halfway Thugs Part 2 - N.O.R.E.
• Stay Flawless - N.O.R.E.
• Don't Know What To Do - N.O.R.E.
• Beatz - N.O.R.E.
• Thug Poetry - N.O.R.E.
• Nothing - N.O.R.E.
• 40 Island (feat. Kool G. Rap And Musolini) - N.O.R.E.
• Banned From TV - N.O.R.E.
• Holla Back Slime - N.O.R.E.
• Banned From Another Club - N.O.R.E.
• The Life Of A... (Gangsta) - N.O.R.E.
• Nahmeanuheard - N.O.R.E.
• Stand Tall - N.O.R.E.
• Head Bussa - N.O.R.E.
• Set It Off - N.O.R.E.
• Police Rush the Spot - N.O.R.E.
• Oye Mi Canto (Remix) - N.O.R.E.
• Grimey - N.O.R.E.
• My Bloody Clownsuit - Nora
• Nobody Takes Pictures Of The Drummer - Nora
• A.D.D. - Nora
• Nosferatu - Nora
• Puppykicker - Nora
• Bring It - Nora
• Quitters - Nora
• Scarecrow - Nora
• The Neverendingyouline - Nora
• Scars Are Supposed To Last Forever - Nora
• Warthog - Nora

[Noreaga]
Yo all y'all bitches can pay for your own drink *echo*
You got real finger nails , pay yo' own rent
You don't need nobody to do shit for you, go home
I want them Ringworm bitches, dirt bomb project hoes
Yea-oh yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, you want me to tell you why?
Lets do it like this!!yo
[Noreaga]
I was in love like a motherfuker, licking the bra-tons
My homies use to tell me that she was no good
But I'm da manic in black, N-O-R's ease whores
So I figga niggas wouldn't fuck with mines
Guess what I got caught up by one time
And I'm back on my fucking way to county jail
Niggas tell ome on da streets that my pussy for sale
Peter Pipper, pick a pepper, yo I'm Peter Pay-par
And I don't give a fuck as long as I ball
Answer the phone like "Shit,bitch why do you call?"
Fast foward now skip da scene,
some of the best pussy that I ever got, nigga right in Queens
Yo I'mma Lefrak nigga, and that's right in between
QB and Jamaica niggas know what I mean
Shorties wanna try and get me for enormous creme
I don't forget no one, I put them all with the team
I say
[chorus: x4]
Yo yo I just don't love no bitches
I jus don't love no hoe hoe's
[Noreaga]
Bitches tried to shit on me and make history
Supposely, I was the man da man that was supposely
Getting the Jump-Off, Jumped-Off,
in the Jump-Off,with the Jump-Off, let's jump it off
Pergalate, All my niggas get high,and half baked
Mr. Nice guy catch me with the smiley face
Pounds of weed, for 96hundred, I'm blunted
Bitches wanna give me head, head, give me I want it
From the ugly one's to the one's that's pretty
Victor, Victory just like P-Diddy
Melvyn Flynt now I jus take it city
Yo I'mma real hustler, front up in your committee
They use to call me nasty boy, Mr. Titties
I'm like unlimited, see y'all little biddies
We like hungry Pitbulls out to get your kiddies
We like hungry Pitbulls out to get your kiddies
[chorus: x4]
Yo I say, I just don't love no bitches
I just don't love no hoe hoe's
[Chorus: Kurupt (Noreaga) x4]
(Yo ayyio) You ain't getting my money (ain't)
You ain't getting my jewels (nope)
You ain't getting my ring (Not today)
So silly hoe you lose (not at a time)
[Noreaga]
Ayyio,cross collaborzation on your album kid
I do a one off and still get a million kid
Why you got a record deal, wonder why that you're broke
Bet your lawyer askes question like "Why do you smoke?"
You need to stop getting high ,pay attention and croak
It's a whole lot of money, yo it ain't no joke
You gone get laid, you don't even wanna get get paid
You want the rhyme light kid, you wouldn't know what to say
You don't even really care dat nobody trust you
Why all y'all players, play, I rather just hustle
You didn't know I use my brain or flex a muscle
Knick Knack, Patty Whack, give a dog a bone
Add a mllion more niggas when Capone come home
2 thousand deep at da club, bottle wit chrome
You need to move out the way ,nigga move out the zone
Neptunes lace the beats and I took it home
I say
[chorus: x4]
[chorus 2: x4]
[Noreaga]
Yea dedicated to Snoop Dog, Daz,and Kurupt
and da Dog Pound Gangsta, N-O-R-E
sign out

For Shigatty my nigatty
Yeah we gonna have it perolating in the popoff
So go get them condoms niggas, and the Smirnoffs
Yeah we got the full skeezy not the jump skeezy
The full skeezy, the blowout up in the nahmeanuheard
So all the ladies out there, all the ladies out there
It's y'all year, y'all need to cum this year
Y'all need to say that
I need to know what the fuck y'all want
What, what y'all want now?
[Chorus - Heather Hunter & (N.O.R.E.)]
We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks (Nah that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks (Yeah that's us)
(I want some good pussy) big dicks, (some good pussy) big dicks,
(Some good pussy) big dicks, (some good pussy) big dicks
(Some good pussy) big dicks, (some good pussy) big dicks
(Some good pussy) big dicks, (Some good pussy) big dicks
(Some good pussy) big dicks
We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks (Nah that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks (Yeah that's us)
(I want some good pussy) big dicks, (some good pussy) big dicks,
(Some good pussy) big dicks, (some good pussy) big dicks
(Some good pussy) big dicks, (some good pussy) big dicks
(Some good pussy) big dicks, (Some good pussy) big dicks
(Some good pussy) big dicks
[N.O.R.E.]
Take a mouthful hoe, gobble down slow
No shopping sprees but you could have dro
Mr. Chows, no simply you can get blimpy
Fuck you in the truck, ghetto style, no Bentley
Shit I hit the brakes, stay out late
At your mom's crib chick, where my dick got ate
I'm like oh no, the bitch just blow
I'm coming now hoe, please let me go
I can't take it, the head game's sacred
Even suck me and Tigger off in the basement
I fuck mad hoes, and they ain't get no cash
It's N-O-R, the nigga that get Uncle Luke ass
Straight mash, theses motherfucking bitches can't last
An i bust three nuts on the table glass
Is is time to stop, nah it's not
Pussy swollen, told i woud wreck the twat
You can't hang with the ding dong
With your cream thong, you could ask my chicks
They call me King Kong
CHORUS
[Heather Hunter]
Yo it's on nigga for the long nigga
Who's balls up on the thighs like ping pong niggas
The real King Kong niggas
I need a Cheech & Chong nigga
In other words, dick bigger than a bong nigga
Stop drinking Moet & Chandon nigga
You better pour me some Cisqo if you want to get up in this thong nigga
My logo is a middle finger because I don't give a fuck
Stick it up, I'm like a virgin I don't give a fuck
Get it, like a virgin I don't give a fuck
Similar to a small dick nigga who don't get a fuck
Good whining, seen it all, tiny ass nuts hitting my big walls Like handballs,
he reminds me of a Ken Doll
Remember that shit?
Toy ass man with a nice and no dick
I ain't got time for playing games
The next time I'ma start fucking saying names
[Chorus]
[Akinyele]
Yo hey yo check it
You probably make records to fuck bitches
But I'm the reason why y'all niggas get your dick sucked from bitches
Turn sluts to bitches, I grant your wishes
You want to feel one swing fist's
I'm abitious, the street vicious
I slam you up and down on cars like I'm hitting switches
It's repetitious on the road to riches
My dick cliffs, leaves girls with Frankenstein stitches
I grab bitches by the butt, give them a pain fuck
Stuck up aghainst the wall with their arms and legs stuck like King Tut
I remember when swallowing
Now I got girls choking from when a nigga deepthroating
Here take a lick, my dick's thick
Scratch the back of your throat like "huh" cause my dick's sick
I give backshots yo, cause I'ma backshot pro
Give backshots to girls who got cornrows
So when I pull their hair, it make their braids touch their ass like Li'l Mo
Yo
[Chorus]

[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 x2]
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

Haha, haha, oh boy, N-O-R, N-O-R, oh
I got another one, 'nother one, 'nother one, oh
With Timbaland this time, time, haha
With Timbaland this time
[Timbaland]
Ooh, oooh, get down come on, ooh, oooh, get down come on
Ooh, oooh, get down come on, ooh, oooh, get down come on
Uh, you see just how I roll nigga, roll nigga
Bulldoze, roll o's nigga, o's nigga
Timbaland with that beat so, beat so
Homey with that cheap dro, Miami and that beach so
Drink up more heat though but only for a beat though
Catch me at ? ? with brands up at Ecko
To all these niggaz frontin' actin' like they wantin' somethin'
Niggaz tryin'a rock me to sleep like ? ? does it
Na-na, and I ain't gotta call for it
Na-na, hell nah ain't gonna fall for it
Always with good roll on tour gotta stall for it
I ain't them other dudes with braids and a pink fro
Niggaz only creep through the hood just when they tip toe
Waitin' till your mans come home, gather your boom box
Niggaz never been in them real clubs like ? ?
So is you men or mice or, I'm in the candy paint
Old school iller ?, drinkin' that Jaegermeister
[Timbaland]
Ooh, oooh, get down come on, ooh, oooh, get down come on
Ooh, oooh, get down come on, ooh, oooh, get down come on
[Female]
Ooh, oooh, ooh boy come on, ooh, oooh, ooh boy come on
Ooh, oooh, ooh boy come on, ooh, oooh, ooh boy come on
Now, go head homey you can call me your henchman
Cause all them dudes dumber than Jessica Simpson, stupid
Courtney Love, stupid, you ain't a thug stupid
Deep down you just really need a hug stupid
Ha, ha, while I'm travelling Vegas
Luxory hotel, pyramid spaces, room service
Room service, and I don't like fake dudes
Hate fake gangstas and hate fake boobs
Tear that make-up on, a little mascara
A little Britney, a little Aguilera
Black girl ass livin' the Riviera
Nah I ain't Justin, won't cry you a river
Lie you a river, won't try you a river
But stone you a river, what, clone you a river
Bone you a river, what, or throne you a river
I'm a alcoholic, shorty could you loan me your liver, hey
[Timbaland]
Ooh, oooh, get down come on, ooh, oooh, get down come on
Ooh, oooh, get down come on, ooh, oooh, get down come on
[Female]
Ooh, oooh, ooh boy come on, ooh, oooh, ooh boy come on
Ooh, oooh, ooh boy come on, ooh, oooh, ooh boy come on
Yeah, uh, figure deal us, them niggaz real us
For years niggaz bought our slang, niggaz steal us
Ha ha, nah mean, nah mean
See me with the nah mean, give a nigga nah mean
So can you really hear all that
Norey-orey's got a hit, gotta figure deal that
Bang on bedroom backboards
Treat her ass like a layer, so now I gotta slap boards
Slap boards, for a hard nail cores
The same as G4's, nigga got the energy
Even on that late night, Norey got energy
Even on that wake up fuck I got some energy
Even on that quickie mami, papi got some energy
Sly nigga, tear the walls off crotch
I snap your girlfriend's, girlfriend's, girlfriend's watch
[Timbaland]
Ooh, oooh, get down come on, ooh, oooh, get down come on
Ooh, oooh, get down come on, ooh, oooh, get down come on
[Female]
Ooh, oooh, ooh boy come on, ooh, oooh, ooh boy come on

[Chorus: Vanity Fare's "Early in the Morning"]
Evening, is the time of day
I find, nothing much to say
Don't know, what to do.. but I come to
[Styles]
Here's why they call me the ghost - I'm half live half dead
And when there's beef I bring all of the toast
And I got more guns than most of New York
And I aint got to say shit cause the toasters'll talk
Holiday Styles ignorant nigga
Tre pound four pound still tearin off your ligament nigga
I'm the hardest rapper out bitches diggin a nigga
And like anybody who beef can swim in the river
When I walk through the door all the children'll shiver
It's like, "He's so gangsta - y'all so pussy"
I murder y'all faggots so y'all don't push me
All I know is goin through hell, blowin a shell
I got, down so hard I thought no one'd tell
But I was damn wrong, I hold it down like my man's gone
I shoot anything I get my fuckin hands on
to leave y'all coward niggaz bloody like a tampon
[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
Yo.. E Nicks where you at nigga?
Uhh, uhh, yo
I'm sick and tired of rappers talkin 'bout, all this chedder
And when you see them in the streets got a bullshit Jetta
I'm like dog stop frontin, you shouldn't be braggin
And why the fuck you got rims if you push a Volkswagen?
I spit vicious, let my bank account switch digits
And if money was height - you'd be midgets (go on nigga)
I spit hard save it, sinner nigga affadavit
And next to God, I'm most niggaz mom favorite
Y'all talk gangsta but you notice the mob
And I could bring you to the hood and get, both of you robbed
You see I live in the streets, I sleep in the streets
Fuck it - I probably got, more guns than police
Niggaz say I'm too hard, them niggaz too soft
Straight pussy, I heard they suck dick up North
And it ain't so foul so, hold your breath
And you probably still real just a gangsta left
[Chorus]
[Styles]
All I can say this the game I chose
For this European car and these name brand clothes
Get respect from these niggaz, spit game at hoes
Come down with a bounce and a strange-ass flow
I got bigger than I thought I would
I did shit that I thought I could
Act rowdy cause I fought that good
Them blocks is mine I bought that hood
They know I squeeze, smoke trees, and blow bo-dies
[Noreaga]
And your boss even know, that y'all niggazs can get it
Have y'all skeleton CRACKED, and some holes in your fitted
Have your body chopped up, in six different lakes
And you ain't even safe right in front of the Jakes
They call me Stan Still, cause I fuckin just stand still
And most of y'all niggazs run, plus your mans will
Folded up in a corner, behind a van still
And your hoes can get it, then your mans will
[Chorus]

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]

[Noreaga and Maze]
Yeah, break half the Dutch off
Yeah this for them niggaz, can't be here
Pour out half of that shit
Pour out half of that shit, 'fore you pass it to me nigga!
Just missin them summer jams
Summer jams at the Apollo, the Greek Fest-es
Brooklyn Queens things and shit
You know Harlem Weeks and shit like that
Niggaz I miss that can't be here with us thuggin it out
Thinkin about them good ol days and times
Word up, this is for them, spit that shit
[Noreaga]
Aiyyo I grew up like the regular thugs, I think I told you that
My only means of gettin money was just sellin crack
Outside a nigga did a bid, nigga all of that
So now I kick back, and get paid for raw rap
My nigga 'Pone ain't home, not yet
Yo it really don't matter just be zoned on the same set
Me and Traz kick it, on the here and there
Don't really hang too tough, but the love is there
My pops died on July 3rd
Ninety-Eight so now a nigga need mad herb
Cause my, pops is here aiyyo he loved his son
Matter of fact my pops was the one to show me a gun
and said, "Papi, you gotta protect your moms
Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms"
He used to make me hit the punching bag, my dad
He was a boxin God, and he was real he was glad
Yo the boxin the Golden Glove, he just a thug
and I love him yo, so I'ma spread that love
[Chorus: Noreaga x2]
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes
Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day
Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes
Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
[Maze]
I cock and pop three in the air for my niggaz not here
Locked in with me, your legacy lives on with me continously
Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
And who would know one day you'd go so quick, we all felt hopeless
Through blunt smoke my pen spittin and I show this
A sworn oath you would know this, I go the lengths
with my rap strengths, when I think about my past friends
K-Rock and Diesel, Primo from the same block as me
since we was shorties, they're paintin project glory
I get touched, it all absorb me like a weed head rush
Keepin it thorough for my past heroes
I must for my people, street and physical, I still see you
Featured in my heart, sometimes it might wrinkle
Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, it's like I feel a hush
over the skies touched by dead guys speakin
[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
Yo from Biggie Smalls to kill a beat to, Bob Marley
and, Tupac, yo twin in my Pacs
They hard 'tard and smiley, T-Bone too, yo plus
my nigga Rahiem, from God Crew
You know I pour out beer for Fernando too
And I still smoke my boogies in the rest of the crew
Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same
I used to cheat a little bit, just to win at my game
But y'all niggaz ain't here, can't believe this shit
Thought you'd always be here, thought we'd always be click
But y'all niggaz not here no more, it ain't fair no more
Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door
But I maintain still holdin in the pain
Why my pops had to go, why he couldn't sustain?
Motherfuckin Mambo, yo I loved my dad
I know he probably didn't realize, what he had
[Chorus x2]
Sometimes nigga, sometimes
Feelin broke
Got a little cream
You know I ain't gonna front
My niggaz gettin glossy eyed in the studio and shit
Word, about the people we talkin about
Hittin each other in the heart
That's how we do it, for all those who ain't here
You know we still pour beer
And it's all dedicated for y'all

[Noreaga]
Neptunes, N.O.R.E, Angie Martinez
Jadakiss, Big Pun, Capone
Mussolini and Maze
Thugged Out Entertainment
Rush to the stores
'Pone, let 'em know...
[Capone]
Yo, understand my first name 'Pone, fuck mythical lies
I keep the game sewn, keep criminal ties
Generals die, lieutenants take over seminole vibes
Like Puffy in Harlem, I rose to stardom
Put the gat down and put my lifestyle between the margin
I'm like niggaz squeeze, pardon, whether eatin or starvin
I wanna see, stash heat in the carpet
Move a target at this ?? market, ya heard?
[Big Pun]
I'm like science and math, flyin past you at lightspeed
My eye of the glass, split that ass to the white meat
Warp speed, niggaz thinkin I'm rappin off beats
Till I land back on the track, on all four feet
Think about it; yeah I smell you, I think you farted
Thought you could fuck with the P? You must be retarded
Call your boys, I'll leave 'em toe-tagged to corduroy
I'm tappin your moms at the funeral, like the Waterboy
[1: Angie Martinez]
Oh no, oh, oh no, uh oh! Oh no, oh, oh no, uh oh!
Oh no, oh, oh no, uh oh! Oh no, oh, oh no, uh oh!
Oh no, oh, oh no, uh oh! Oh no, oh, oh no, uh oh!
Oh no, oh, oh no, uh oh! Oh no, oh, oh no, uh oh!
[Jadakiss]
Uhh, yeah, uhh, uh-huh, L.O.X. yeah
Uh-huh, yeah, Thugged Out, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo
Ey yo, Jada spit crazy new flows
Catch me, Iceberg'ed out, with the baby blue bows
K-I double S-I, see me in the bubble S-type, rippin' the westside
I got it if you want it, just sniff it, blunt it
And if I get a chick pregnant, it's a brick in her stomach
Because all my niggaz hold dough
Imagine me doing a song with y'all cats (Oh no)
[Maze]
Aiyyo, the reason why niggaz say we floss too much
It ain't shit we ever seen that ever cost too much
In the scenery, bet y'all niggaz lost your touch
So just to get it back, guess what, y'all go against us
Cause I'm'a die for my team, drop shine with my team
Laid back, zone in the beat, my lye steam
Cats hatin' me, steady tryin' to ruin my world
So Maze poppin' shells like I was abusin' my girl
[Repeat 1]
[Mussolini]
Niggaz wanna play tough, till them niggaz duct-taped up
Till money is placed up, y'all niggaz is fake fucks
Throwin' dirt on my name, same niggaz
We took the train and sold 'cane, look shit done changed
It's like "Oh No!", niggaz don't really want the guns to blow
Put six feet low, and same shit we do to you, do to your hoe
Thugged out shit, what y'all niggaz lookin' fo'?
[Noreaga]
You see I got guns, that'll tear you apart
Put your brains in your lap, put your soul in your heart
In the club, I'm in the crowd, it ain't nothin' to me
Chicks wanna touch my dick and my jewelry
And I'm a gangsta, I don't wanna shoot no clown
I'm on some petty shit, I'll tear your poster down
And when I shoot, niggaz know I shoot for dead
And I don't care about your vest, 'cause I hit your head!
[Repeat 1]
[Noreaga]
Throw 'em up, yeah, yeah
Y'all know what this is, right?
Yo, y'all know what this is, man
Yo, yo, y'all know what this is, man
Jadakiss, The Lox, Ruff Ryders, no doubt
Big Pun, Terror Squad, Angie Martinez
Mussolini and Maze, Capone

[Noreaga]
.. what what what what
What what what what what, what what
What what what what what, what what
[Chorus x4: Noreaga]
To all the bitches out there, you know I'm talkin to you
(We wanna fuck you Nore!) I wanna fuck you too
[Noreaga]
I'm in Philly with, Chilly in the after party
Gettin head in the bathroom, with Bacardi
My niggaz rowdy in the party like a hundred deep
I don't come alone, nigga bring the whole street
Ladies love me now, and now they wanna creep
Leave they man and all, I ain't mad at all
I got money now, when I'm down South I ball
I met this chick in the Rich, she was black and tall
She had, nasitall, no-ass-at-all
Told the bitch watch out, move back and forth
My niggaz come through, watch my niggaz, crack the car
Motherfuckers ain't live though, shop in the mall
Uh-huh, shit shit, let me kick my shit
Bring the biscuit, to the district, and miss it
Motherfuckers like Jake watch them try to frisk it
[Chorus x4: Scarlett]
To all the niggaz out there, you know I'm talkin to you
(We wanna fuck you Scarlett!) I wanna fuck you too
[Scarlett]
How many pretty bitches you know, could flow like me?
Flip bricks and get dough like me? I'm Scarlett
When I ride you, who could make you cum like me?
Motherfucker you know ain't nobody else like me
I'm one of a kind, thuggin it, and I'm a dime
You lovin it, want some head nigga? None of the time
That dick ain't mine, nigga you, just a trick
So what I look like? Givin you this bomb shit
I be like sick, when a nigga bust too quick
and rush to get they nut off, before I get to bust off
Then they get shut off, that be the shit that get a nigga cut off
I'm sorry, and I hate to mislead ya
But I gotta leave them, ninety-nine is here
And we gon' please ya, Scarlett and Duchess
Harlem World true divas, what?
(What? Yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo)
[Chorus x4: Noreaga]
To all the bitches out there, you know I'm talkin to you
(We wanna fuck you Nore!) I wanna fuck you too
[Noreaga]
Hey yo, thugged out, bounce, once you bounce in my house
Yo I couldn't sell weed cause I smoke like an ounce
Yo I smoke too much, my niggaz smoke too much
And it's fucked, cause all my niggaz cancer bound
And we smoke more weed when we out of town
Even smoke barnyard, and that homegrown shit
And we know we only pull the smoke, green that's it
Have my nigga Branson, just FedEx shit
When I'm, in L.A. or just, caught in the mix
And I do the same thing when I'm caught in Da Bricks
It's like Roger Rabbit, because y'all, full of Trix
Fuck y'all cats, because y'all cats, fuck like this
N-O-R-E, you know I make subliminal hits
Yo Queens nigga, cream team nigga
And I won't stop, til I'm makin six figure
And do whatever what, N-O-R, your nigga
[Chorus x2: Noreaga]
To all the bitches out there, you know I'm talkin to you
(We wanna fuck you Nore!) I wanna fuck you too
[Noreaga]

we just gon get fuckin high
we ain't got nothing to do its friday
we ain't no job
All my niggaz get ya weed
Go get all ya Phillies
No White Owls go get them Dutchies
And shit like that
And lets get high on this one
And all niggaz get drunk too
Cause i get drunk too
I'm a drunk man
Thats right, know what I mean?
who got that liqour
Lets get fuckkkkkkkedddd up!!!
[Chorus: Noreaga x2]
Smoke weed nigga and let me see y'all smoke
And get high nigga and let me hear y'all choke
And drink some hennesay nigga
And you can mix it with coke
I hit the bar up with cream and wont leave till I'm broke
[VERSE 1]
Aiyyo I'm half baked
Half of my brain done baked
Married to marijuana, yo she got a fat ass
But know I fuck with her sister
Yo her name black hash
we have menaj in the car kid and still don't crash
Cousin Heineken had me flipping and dippin
I hate that bitch but you I'm still sippin
I'm in Corona now
I fuck with ayo I fuck with Hennea Seya and Theresa
Flew us out of town kid, charge it to the VISA
we all drunk up fucked up and smoked out too
Sometimes I get so high I think I do kung-fu
Straight sneeze on niggaz
Like ha-choo, disrespect they food
Thought I told em I'm rude
Coke head niggaz try to sober up in the new
I went to Philly smoked weed with Red and Meth
It was Phillie after Phillie then still acting silly then
Last Phillie wasnt even in Philly
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Noreaga]
Do the drunk man nigga
Do the drunk man
Do the drunk man nigga
Do the drunk man
Do the drunk man nigga
Do the drunk man
Do the drunk man nigga
Do the drunk man
[VERSE 2]
I guess I explain
Smoke green straight to the brain
Marijuana ain't a drug it's just like your chick
You gotta understand it
Then fuck your bitch, fuck whatever else nigga, just fuck the bitch
I get real nice
while y'all niggaz fuck with detox
I smoke weed on my way to the weed spot
wassup y'all ain't nothing wrong with that
I rather you smoke on weed than smoke on gats
I ain't a role model nigga but i model my raps
If I could do it all over still live in Iraq
I probably come back and try to save my man Killa Black
I save my bloody money kid and bring it to laundromats
Get High
Chill High
Real High
I Make the Judge and jury just comply with I
Get right up in ya business nigga like I was a private eye
[Chorus]

[intro: Noreaga talking]
[Noreaga]
Yo, New Orleans, LA, Va to Queens, I-95, where we never drive clean
But good, gotta get out the hood, to really make it, now we kick it
Until our whole team'll take it to another level, another Rolie wit
Another bezel, like war against God against another devil
Sustainin, now we rim Moschino, niggaz say we taped it, switched it
Now it's Cristal, instead of Mistic, Jose, catch me wit a pigeon and
A gold biscuit, gettin mad lifted, let me find out, it's sellin dimes
Out my crack house, yeah that's crashed out, let me catch that
Just like Stackhouse, kick ya back out, have you mad vexed
Like you did your whole bid, but didn't max out, yo Jose is
In other words courageous, from South Carolina to D.C.
Yo the NC in Atlanta like Montana, comin out the airport wit the hammer
Motherfucker, smoke more weed than Chris Tucker, in Friday
When he treated Worm like a sucker, in three ways
Sell a whole key in three days, the way I know the crack game'll have you
amazed
In the ill days, yo I drink Lectaid, Jose is sayin chulo, like Menegay
South side lost royal and royal, grand royale in Ohio, Cincinnati, Minnesoto
Yo from Philly to Connecticut, got niggaz settin in, all predicate
Like this rap game is pregnant, N-O-R-E, Nore
Stand for Niggaz On the Run Eatin, no matter if they still treatin
The object of the game is just to stay leavin, hit me on the Nokio
Let me know if you still breathin, top grenade, ice it up, cop pies, slice it
You really think you nice enough, fuck around wit Trice Allah
Even seekin scrolls until your world fall in, to my niggaz gettin they props
Where they supposed to've been, don't rush, take your time
The best come to those who wait, like Heinz, they be ketchup and spoil your
Aiyyo it's I-95, wit my niggaz lost faith, wha!
[Chorus x2: Nas (Noreaga)]
Blood money (That's what this life lead to)
Blood money (That's how my niggaz bleed to)
Blood money (That's what we smoke weed to)
Blood money (That's how my niggaz eat to)
[Nature]
Aiyyo, eatin from the same plate, and drinkin from the same cup
Whoever thought that some much would have to change
I went to games as a Knicks fan, they had Strickland, they traded him
Ever since then, son, I hated them, shit's turnin sour in the N-Y
Half the team hurt, still niggaz get high and rock Queens shirts
Feinds on the block know me for holdin b's work
Seein chips poppin up in European whips, exceed the speed limit
Tinted up and weed scented, treatin life like the auto bomb, never slow up
I'm gettin head for being young and vulger, fly gifted
Y'all niggaz die over bitch shit, I got some hoes in the law gettin high
Like Rik Smits, born hypocrit, every now and then be on some different shit
Switch directions, my bad, quick disception
My first love is for bloody money so skip the extras
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Now what's a don?, a nigga that's a thug wit a charm, always on point
As soon as he's on, his goons'll respond, he move right and fear losin his
life
Mad dime, but never could fit the shoes of his wife
You could tell by the finger nails, clean, hair diced up, every four days
A weekly routine, where he lived, stay out the hood, fuck what a nigga say
Out for blood, but yo, lustin the dough, he see snake smile for way
In the same garden he play, but a true don'll get his proper groove on
He tell the truth even when he lies, give you a fake name
Even though his name is Nas, god body, and wide body, rumble for five
To the S-Class, six niggaz, double your size, either come wit a plan
To make it happen, cuz sellin weight or rappin, we still trapped in a slave
mine
And keep the crackers laughin
(That's what this life lead to)

If You Latino Right Now Stand The F*** Up!!!
SBK...(SBK)
Alive...(Alive We Comin' Up!)
With Nina Sky...(Nina Sky Wassup Girls?)
N.O.R.E. & Tego...(N.O.R.E. Tego)
Gem Star...(Gem Star) Big Nato..(Ah Big Nato)
C'mon..C'mon
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...Whoa
What U Say?
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto
You See This Is What they Want
They Want Reggaeton
WHAT? WHAT?
They Want Reggaeton
Esta Lo Que Quieren
Toma Reggaeton
QUE? QUE?
Toma Reggaeton
You See I'm N.O.R.E. Keep My Story
My Story I Always Kick It QUE?
When I Bone Shorty I Slap Culo And Listen QUE?
Soy El Gem Estrella Cuando Canto Lo Que Dicen (WHAT?)
Una Nalga En El Culo Ella Grita (WHAT?)
See Her Booty Gotta Rep For It's Own
I Be fajardo San Juan Bayamon
Sol En Campo Santiago Tabacco Y Rome
Aya En Puerto-Rico Con Bacardi Y Rome
Ahh This All That
Creme Cheese & Baggel On It
Toma Reggaeton
Remix Wit' Tego On It
Esto moffongo ma
Con N.O.R.E. On It
Un Reggaeton Con Gem Star Y Big Nato On It
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...Whoa
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto
Al Dormir Cuando Suenan Venden Como Pan Caliente
No Se Me Duerman Con Aquella Gente
Si Quieren Comprar Vendale La Muerte
Y Contarle La Consencia Por Que No Le Encuentren
Digo Ayuda Pero Si No Tiro La Sulla
La Jaula Esta Segura Antoja La Caulla
So Pica La Cuasahita Especialmente El Dia De Visita
Que No Llego Mi Viejita
La Muerte Corre Se Sufre En Doble
No Llego El Sobre Que Cosa Pobrable Pal Puro
Investigarlo Mejo Creerlo Sin Verlo
hay que ser vegetaliano No Le Paso El Freno
Oye No Inverstigarlo Mejor Creerlo Sin
El Que Ser vegetaliano No Le Paso El Freno
Ay Dios..Ay Dios
Calderon..Calderon..Calderon
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...Whoa
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto
MAMI! Venga Ver Lo Que Tengo Yo PARA TI!
Ya Siento Que Sin Ti No Puedo Vivir
Ay MAMI...(MAMI)...MAMI...(MAMI)
Hey..(Hey)..Hey..(Hey)
Oye Mi Canto
Mira Con Mundo Linda
Yo Le Canto Mira Asea Norte Ami Hermano
Yo La Mando...(Mando)
Hey...(Hey)...Hey...(Hey)
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...Whoa
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...Whoa
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto
SBK Da Beast Gem Star & Nato Nina Sky (Wassup Girls)
Better Make A Call To The Big Homie In Puerto Rico
Tego Calderon (Wassup Boi!)
...Oye Mi Canto
...Oye Mi Canto
...Oye Mi Canto
...Oye Mi Canto
...Oye Mi Canto
...Canto
...Canto
...Canto

Oh! (Militainment) Oh! (Militainment) Oh! (Militainment) Come on
(Militainment) Oh! (Militainment)This one is the hot one!
(Militainment) ay yo! (Militainment)
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, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do
Yo N-O-R papi say what, that nigga's 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 B.T.
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 hits
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, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do
I spit mack millimeter rhymes, kill a liter in line
My nigga Peter got a heater in mines
Niggas 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, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin)
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 O.D.'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 polla
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, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin)
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!)

[Noreaga]
Yo, New Orleans, LA, Va to Queens, I-95, where we never drive clean
But good, gotta get out the hood, to really make it, now we kick it
Until our whole team'll take it to another level, another Rolie wit
Another bezel, like war against God against another devil
Sustainin, now we rim Moschino, niggaz say we taped it, switched it
Now it's Cristal, instead of Mistic, Jose, catch me wit a pigeon and
A gold biscuit, gettin mad lifted, let me find out, it's sellin dimes
Out my crack house, yeah that's crashed out, let me catch that
Just like Stackhouse, kick ya back out, have you mad vexed
Like you did your whole bid, but didn't max out, yo Jose is
In other words courageous, from South Carolina to D.C.
Yo the NC in Atlanta like Montana, comin out the airport wit the hammer
Motherfucker, smoke more weed than Chris Tucker, in Friday
When he treated Worm like a sucker, in three ways
Sell a whole key in three days, the way I know the crack game'll have you
amazed
In the ill days, yo I drink Lectaid, Jose is sayin chulo, like Menegay
South side lost royal and royal, grand royale in Ohio, Cincinnati, Minnesoto
Yo from Philly to Connecticut, got niggaz settin in, all predicate
Like this rap game is pregnant, N-O-R-E, Nore
Stand for Niggaz On the Run Eatin, no matter if they still treatin
The object of the game is just to stay leavin, hit me on the Nokio
Let me know if you still breathin, top grenade, ice it up, cop pies, slice it
up
You really think you nice enough, fuck around wit Trice Allah
Even seekin scrolls until your world fall in, to my niggaz gettin they props
Where they supposed to've been, don't rush, take your time
The best come to those who wait, like Heinz, they be ketchup and spoil your
keg
Aiyyo it's I-95, wit my niggaz lost faith, wha!
Chorus 2x: Nas (Noreaga)
Blood money (That's what this life lead to)
Blood money (That's how my niggaz bleed to)
Blood money (That's what we smoke weed to)
Blood money (That's how my niggaz eat to)
[Nature]
Aiyyo, eatin from the same plate, and drinkin from the same cup
Whoever thought that some much would have to change
I went to games as a Knicks fan, they had Strickland, they traded him
Ever since then, son, I hated them, shit's turnin sour in the N-Y
Half the team hurt, still niggaz get high and rock Queens shirts
Feinds on the block know me for holdin b's work
Seein chips poppin up in European whips, exceed the speed limit
Tinted up and weed scented, treatin life like the auto bomb, never slow up
I'm gettin head for being young and vulger, fly gifted
Y'all niggaz die over bitch shit, I got some hoes in the law gettin high
Like Rik Smits, born hypocrit, every now and then be on some different shit
Switch directions, my bad, quick disception
My first love is for bloody money so skip the extras
Chorus
[Nas]
Now what's a don?, a nigga that's a thug wit a charm, always on point
As soon as he's on, his goons'll respond, he move right and fear losin his
life
Mad dime, but never could fit the shoes of his wife
You could tell by the finger nails, clean, hair diced up, every four days
A weekly routine, where he lived, stay out the hood, fuck what a nigga say
Out for blood, but yo, lustin the dough, he see snake smile for way
In the same garden he play, but a true don'll get his proper groove on
He tell the truth even when he lies, give you a fake name
Even though his name is Nas, god body, and wide body, rumble for five
To the S-Class, six niggaz, double your size, either come wit a plan
To make it happen, cuz sellin weight or rappin, we still trapped in a slave
mine
And keep the crackers laughin
(That's what this life lead to)
Chorus

[Intro:]
K, you see check it out I live my life everyday
And I be nice to every cause I want everybody to be nice to me
You see so I respect everybody because I want everybody to respect me
I ain't better than nobody, ain't nobody better than me
We all equal you feel me?
You never know when the garbage man is gonna be the President of the United States
So one thing I notice, livin' my life man, doin' what I do...
[Chorus:]
The world is getting' smaller, day by day
You seein' people overseas you see around your way
The world is getting' smaller, your ex girl call her, things change around homeboy she ???
The world is getting' smaller, seems so big, got no time for doin' a bid
The world is getting' smaller, the life gets smaller, try and get big home try and get taller
[Verse 1:]
See, you ain't it funny how people is funny style
Dude sellin' bricks now, borrowin' money now
Dude did a bid, came home he not hard
Now he wearin' ties, illegal job
See it's bugged out people on thug routes is robbin' it
Used to sell crack now and took shit robbin' it
I was like father wit never got bothered wit
Said I couldn't make it now they all want a part of it
Used to laugh at little Chris, he ain't get no sex
Now little Chris laughin' when he's fuckin my ex
I was stressed when I heard it, my feelings got hurted
Lookin' back now, yo, I probably deserved it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Ayo the world so big but it's getting so small
That's why you got kush, weed, and alcohol
I was tourin' overseas doin' much as I can
See my man Sherman from left rack in Japan
See I love to get the paper, it's just my nature
It's see-ill Phil up in Timberly, Jamaica
Let me tall ya'll something that you probably don't know
There's a dude from left rack everywhere you go
See, moved to Miami to avoid my tax debt
IRS came and deployed my mattress
Fucked up my mind, yo dude no ???
Now me and Uncle Sam so I gotta ???
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yo, my first time in Miami, yeah your friend got the board
Now ten years later this is where I record, yeah
I send them love and they send it right back to me
Now crazy hood laugh is better than hit factory
I reminisce, when I first came home before I saw Trazz and bumped into Bone
There was a dude named Amos I remember what he say
Only dude who had a studio around my way
When I asked him for a session and he said no way
I, hated him then, I forgive him today because...
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
See me, I know that the world got smaller and smaller and smaller day by day minute by minute
And I remember them ugly girls with buck teeth
Then they grow up to be dimes wit 20s
That's why I'm nice to the janitor, I'm cool wit the pool boy, all the interns
All the young dudes out there goin' hand-in-hand,
they might turn out to be the biggest drug King Pin in the world you feel me feel me?
You know me, all the hard workers out there man, I'm good to everybody cause I don't wanna have no regrets
The dude workin' at McDonalds man...
The dude who gave me your demo, I'ma always take your demo you know
'Cause I remember when I was there
I mighta not listened to your shit, but at least I took it I told you that respect, you know what I mean?
You know the DJ that you didn't wanna give a drop to? He might turn out to be the biggest DJ in the world
That's why I give drops to everybody, 'cause I know the world
(The world is getting smaller, day by day)
You know what I mean? The world so big but it's getting so small...
SVK el Mato! let's do it baby...

[Intro: also repeat in background]
Now take your two step, now take your two step, now take your two step
[NORE:]
Yeah
Hey yo Grease, it's your boy NORE
[Chorus:]
We smoking sour, we smoking sour
We smoking sour, we smoking sour
We smoking sour diesel, like everydayyy
We smoking sour, we smoking sour
We smoking sour, we smoking sour
We smoking sour diesel, like everydayyy
[NORE: over Chorus]
Hahahaha
I love that shit!
My neighbors been complaining
The people downstairs from me been complaining
How about that sour, man
[NORE:]
Yo, I wake up smoke a diesel, go to sleep smoke a diesel
Change my name to Sour and my last name Diesel
See I, get it in jars and I, sneak it in cars
And I, smoke it in bars, damn you a fiend
Haze came back cause I heard her man beatin on her
Kush ain't mad, when she heard that I was cheatin on her
... Chocolate Thai been cut off
Same category as Henny and Smirnoff
See Phillies is the best, best, diesel is the best, best
Put it all together it help you release stress, stress
Cause I'm a smoker, I'm a smoker, you a smoker, you a smoker
Put it all together, go all-in like poker
And no I don't smoke bongs, that's only for the weirdos
NORE's always good with a half ounce of beers yo
You run and tell the hood, please run and tell the people
That NORE's in the lab with Grease and sour diesel
[Chorus]
[Styles P: over Chorus]
What we doing?
I love sour diesel Grease, that's my shit
Light that up then
Okay!
That's my thing
[Styles P:]
Smoke sour every half an hour, 15 minutes
Got a dutch then, put somethin it
And if it's sour buy more than an ounce
Bring it to the studio, or the house, get high on the couch
ESPN on, Animal Planet
Since I blew 20 blunts of diesel, shit I can't understand it
Ain't it evil how the sour diesel can leave you
Missin all your shows, nigga thank god for Tivo
What, I keep 10 blunts pre-rolled
Park the car walk down the strip on the G stroll
So let me call my man Grease
I got Styles plus heat, why don't you load up the beat
I be there in a hour, fresher than the shower
Sure feel nice hope the mic got power
Something you can plant and it sure ain't flowers
Grease tell 'em what we doin
[Chorus]
[Interlude:]
Now take your two step, now take your two step, now take your two step
Now take your two step, now take your two step, now take your two step
[Chorus x2]
[repeat to fade:]

Scared money don't make o money
Scared money don't make o money
Scared money don't make o money
I'm a take your money
I'm on my door side feeling shit
Side side perios that boy in this back
And that boy ain't' serious
You chicks get me head on that period
Make em run [?] they little [?]
Scared money down make enough
You wanna go to war you don't make enough
Have my niggas in the crib when you're waking up
You know what this is, right?
Get me head it that
Then I wonder type of beat so they wanna [?]
No [?] shooter I don't miss my talking
And fucking I'm a rider mad the stripe tight so I'm busting all the [?]
Nobody dies a virgin like fuck this all
I was born poor but what raised the ball
I'm a grown man pay my own bills
[?] money I pay my own thrill
[Hook:]
Scared money don't make o money
Scared money don't make o money
If I ever go blow I'm a take your money
Scared money don't make o money
They ain't' never gonna grow
Scared money don't make o money
As long as the [?] out here (Scared money don't make o money)
We're gonna be fine
I'm a take your money, yeah
Scared money don't make none
You ain't' really got that ass where you came from
Go fire with the brick made a dollar off the strip
[?] German engineer with my [?] drums
Used to gamble with three dice
456 dreams stead up the green nights
With roll that [?] from the poll ice
Thank God for the six beat [?] bad bitches we good
[?] and mislead, sell it on nigga then we ball nigga
If we scared then you better get a gall nigga
Pay the [?] and we plan [?] if you get what you earn we belong in em
[Hook:]
Scared money don't make o money
Scared money don't make o money
If I ever go blow I'm a take your money
Scared money don't make o money
Scared money don't make o money
If I ever go blow I'm a take your money
If I ever go blow I'm a take your money
Have my niggas [?] snitch and radio honey
Gonna shoot your [?] go money block
Set it got that work is bring em pace [?]
As a young I used to look out
Now we're in the kitchen with peaches having the cook out
Niggas can't took it, niggas can't took out
Used to [?] when I pull out
Maserati, [?] big [?] team killers, long clips big toasters
Fuck the [?] they buck ti round, get chofer nice cash
You're talking [?] big [?]
[Hook:]
Scared money don't make o money
Scared money don't make o money
If I ever go blow I'm a take your money
Scared money don't make o money
Scared money don't make o money

If You Latino Right Now Stand The Fuck Up!!!
SBK...(SBK)
Alive...(Alive We Comin' Up!)
With Nina Sky...(Nina Sky Wassup Girls?)
N.O.R.E & Tego...(N.O.R.E., Tego)
Gem Star...(Gem Star) Big Nato..(Ah Big Nato)
C'mon,..C'mon
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...Whoa
What U Say?
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto
You See This Is What Whey Want,
They Want Reggaeton,
WHAT? WHAT?
They Want Reggaeton,
Esta Lo Que Quieren,
Toma Reggaeton,
QUE? QUE?
Toma Reggaeton,
You See, I'm N.O.R.E. Keep My Story,
My Story I Always Kick It QUE?
When I Bone Shorty I Slap Culo And Listen QUE?
Soy El Gem Estrella Cuando Canto Lo Que Dicen, (WHAT?)
Una Nalga En El Culo Ella Grita, (WHAT?)
See Her Booty Gotta Rep For It's Own,
I Be For Auto San Juan, Biamon,
Sol En Campo Santiago, Tabacco Y Rome,
Aya En Puerto-Rico Con Bacardi Limon
Ahh This All That
Creme Cheese & Baggel On It
Toma Reggaeton,
Remix Wit' Tego On It
Este Mofongo Un Chimi
Con N.O.R.E. On It
Un Reggaeton Con Gem Star Y Big Nato On It
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...Whoa
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto
Al Dormir Cuando Suenan Venden Como Pan Caliente
No Se Me Duerman Con Aquella Gente
Si Quieren Comprar Vendale La Muerte
Y Contarle La Consencia Por Que No Le Encuentren
Digo Ayuda, Pero Si No Tiro La Sulla
La Jaula Esta Segura Antoja La Caulla
So Pica La Cuasahita Especialmente El Dia De Visita
Que No Llego Mi Viejita
La Muerte Corre, Se Sufre En Doble
No Llego El Sobre Que Cosa Pobrable Pal Puro
Investigarlo Mejo Creerlo Sin Verlo
El Que Se Enfreteria No Le Paso El Freno
Oye No Inverstigarlo Mejor Creerlo Sin
El Que Se Enfreteria No Le Paso El Freno
Ay Dios..Ay Dios
Caldejo..Caldejo..Caldejo
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...Whoa
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto
MAMI! Venga Ver Lo Que Tengo Yo PARA TI!
Ya Siento Que Sin Ti No Puedo Vivir
Ay MAMI...(MAMI)...MAMI...(MAMI)
Hey..(Hey)..Hey..(Hey)
Oye Mi Canto
Mira Con Mundo Linda
Yo Le Canto Mira Asea Norte Ami Hermano
Yo La Mando...(Mando)
Hey...(Hey)...Hey...(Hey)
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...Whoa
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto
SBK Da Beast, Gem Star & Nato, Nina Sky (Wassup Girls)
Better Make A Call To The Big Homie In Puerto Rico
Tego Calderon (Wassup Boi!)
....Oye Mi Canto,
....Oye Mi Canto,
....Oye Mi Canto,
....Oye Mi Canto,
....Oye Mi Canto,
...Canto
...Canto

This is how we hit you like Blam
Suit up we're going in
Time's up report to CNN
The invincible crowd...
We can't stop
So we're doing it again like Blam
Suit up we're going in
Time's up report to CNN
The invincible crowd...
We can't stop
So we're doing it again like Blam
Hey yo!
Monte Carlo... Porsche to Panama
Always in my solo
Seen unofficial
Didn't miss you
Blow tissue
You should now I'm general
... It ain't a hood secret
The streets talk so keep it
Shorty tried to freak it
She had my chain... with it
And then I told her: chick slow down
But she'll be on some brandy shit
She just won't go down
I guess you know now
I let the hummer go pow pow pow
I get money and laugh with my family at it
Gangsta don't die to get you in Miami

[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

[girls talking]
Yo why the fuck you just don't leave that nigga Nore alone
(You don't understand I love him)
But he ain't feelin you (he's feelin me)
He's feelin that other bitch (Nah)
Face it when he goes to the studio she's there waitin for him (what)
When he's writin she there next to him (fuck outta here)
When you page him and he don't call you back
who you think he be with
(I guess I lost my man to that bitch)
[Noreaga]
Yo married to Marijuana stabilize the sauna
I bone a bitch anytime I wanna
It feel good just to see her in the all black
Lookin all that tell her i wanna be with her
Everynight sleep with her
Some sneak you in jail open your nappy walls
Like bullet hole sores smoke you out during intercourse
I'm jealous knowing that you restin with them fellas
On the other side niggas I don't fuck with
Don't even talk to the way they act I could see they hawk you
When I roll is like I undress you
When I smoke it's like I done blessed you
Taste is the best ..travel across ocean
West Coastin' searchin for the potent
I ain't wanna beat you mistreat you What!
I thug you out and let my duns hit you
Menage it's two of ya'll hydro and black tar
Rap seminar me and Akbar dusty cigar
Noreaga N O R EA GA got AK fuck more bitches around way
Than the averaga nigga cuz most niggas is broke niggas
Get they drink on I get my dick on
Word bond I had this one bitch that led me on
Smelled like baby powder
Got out the shower 'round the god hour
Told me my love stronger last longer
Like a Duracell keep tickin I'm long dickin'
Strokin' her down provokin' her now to go down
Strokin' her down Strokin' her down
Get high now
get high get high now
get high get high
Yo to the chicks that get high with me
Smoke Lye with me come on girl
Why don't you come around my world
To the chicks that get high with me
Smoke Lye with me come on girl
Why don't you come around my world
To the chicks that get high with me
Smoke Lye with me come on girl
Why don't you come around my world
My world my world my world
My world my world my world
Married to Marijuana Married to Marijuana
Got a nigga whipped yo I'm whipped off that shit
[Noreaga]
Yo when I first fucked you I admit I didn't like it
It felt like my brain got kicked somebody spiked it
I was in the bathroom I consumed mad boom
Goin back to my women smellin' like perfume
Started arguments mad emotion
thinkin that I'm jokin when I said I wasn't strokin'
Was only tokin' she didn't believe me
Called up Musolini Yo where dun at
Where he was at last night
Asking mad questions interrigatin smoking sessions
The last lesson I get high thats true confession
From Iraq to El Segundo I hold a gun though
And get high for all my niggas livin' on the run though
I'm livin' this doin' this since the days of K-Swiss
Helados poppin' bottles some family resign
We live the life of crime nigga just shine
What What
Get high get high get high nigga get high
get high nigga get high get high

[singing like Joe "I Don't Wanna Be A Player"]
He don't wanna be a Muslim no more
He used to be black and proud
now he wanna be hardcore, ooh, ohh [repeat]
When I met this cat he was eatin' veggie burgers
Now you see him yo he think he about murders
I used to write his rhymes and let him shine
knowin' that he old school and out of time
bitch made cat and yo he shot a kid
On top of that yo he got his man doin' a bid
Ex-crackhead and lived in a crackhead crib
Never sold records now he tryin' to live
But he was my man, I was the key he was a quarter gram
You like 37, lets give it up man
you in this war you shoulda let me know
If it's war when I see you gonna let you go
but you's a homo thug, faggot though
I hate you and the rest of y'all faggots though
So let me boost you and eat y'all niggas what you're used to
You just mad cuz you wasn't in the Juice Crew
you a Muslim now or just used to?
Five Percent today or just used to?
Aiyyo a thug this week I guess you's too
mad cuz I cut you off cuz you was soft
I got jumped you had the gat and you didn't let off
Ice broke it up than I turned around and split off
Yeah my nigga shot the nigga in the North Face cloth
So what the fuck, watch my wyle like what
You can't rock shit
Thugged Out Entertainment we fuck you up
all my N U straight scuff you up
And all my niggas freak bitches like me and Kurupt
Aye yo you bitin' my style fearin' my words
You ain't pro-black because you like po' white birds
Eatin' ham with your man while you in the suburbs
You like old school and washed up
I told you rhyme like a dog and put your heart up
Tell the truth, tell the truth,
why you tellin' them lies
You goy mad cuz I was fuckin' with (?) and Nas
And you hate Nas right that's what you told me right?
Everything that he did yo you tried to bite
Don't get mad cuz you weak and he real tight
The QB niggas don't like you neither
You had dreds now you met now you got a Caesar
bitin' my style, wastin' your style
You was in for the culture how you switchin' your style
And you know it ain't over yet

[N.O.R.E.:]
Yeah yeah
N-O-R
[DMX:]
Motherfucking right!
[N.O.R.E.:]
Where you at?
[DMX:]
I'm right here dog!
[N.O.R.E.:]
Where you at? Where you at?
[DMX:]
I'm right here dog!
[N.O.R.E.:]
Where you at? Where you at?
[DMX:]
I'm right here dog!
[N.O.R.E.:]
Where you at? Where you at?
[DMX:]
I'm right here dog! C'mon!
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
I gotta be a gangsta like that's what's up
It's so harder, like what's in my cup
We get flawless like a million bucks
Stay flawless, flawless, my ladies saying
Wooooaaahhh Wooooaaahhhh
[N.O.R.E.:]
Yo, yo, yo
Court cases, why the hell I'm still dumbing out?
This is years later, I should've learned lessons
Got bifocals, start seeing better
Flows like my automatic machine gun in rainy weather
I'm a whole new man, a new artist
The Roc broke up, I threw my chain in the garbage
I was disappointed, it was my fault, I thought stupid
Fast forward, all alone still think stupid
We could Ford or truck it or just Coupe it
Rims off of Eazy-E, shit straight ruthless
Tuck this Medusa with a bottom jaw toothless
Bubba cush philly smoke, sour D slinging smoke
Kick you in the face like I know judo
Get up in that ass homes, that's no Bruno
Six steps forward, back three spaces
Entourage thicker than fish & tasties
Feels good but it's faceless like head with braces
From the tunnel to palladium, y'all shouldn't play with him
Got enough dudes to fill up Shea Stadium
Or Citi Field, I swear I really will
Shots fire and you ain't no apprentice
Smack your mouth numb and I ain't know dentist
[Chorus]
[DMX:]
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh
Whaaat!
Nigga stay out my way like you owe me something
But if what I'm saying is wrong, nigga show me something
Cause I been knew bout the time I ran up in you
How's it going down nigga, clown nigga, as I continue
Put it on that ass like ain't no tomorrow
And the nightmares'll get you if you live passed the horror
Last nigga that did it just stepped cause he scared to death
Cause he knew it was the grace of God that scared his breath
Turn live niggas into corpses with the forces
Handing out losses and of course it's
This over, they saying it's X on the flizex
Who's nizext trying they luck with the big X
Jump off the back of the truck and you'll get stuck
With knives, bitches niggas can't fuck with mine
Seeing them on the grind with dog, nigga what
Bloodline baby, fucking shit up
[Chorus]
[Ja Rule:]
I hear whispers of murderers there, shit the Rule got witty
It's now I'm barely living with that, I beg to differ
Two door whipper, no roof quiff-er
Bleed that heffer, bleed that nigga
Yeah I'm definately Hefner
Three bitch in her, I want no lesser
Let's run it back like one time like Hessner
Niggas gon make me KRS ya
De de de da di de de de da di day
I spit it like earlier, recently
Dogs are reckless now, what now?
These niggas going to hide like dicks that ain't circumsized
Better recognize, my nigga N-O is still on the run
Nigga just eating a little better now
And I consider you the best now
There's no pause, running that shit, get off my dick!
I'm back!
Niggas!
Ha ha!

[Noreaga]
Big Pun
In honor, in honor
Yeah
I got love, a tatoo dont make a thug
Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra
I know you love it when I rhyme proper
Man I'm still T-H-U-G-G-E-D-O-U-T
Iraq to QB
Mobb Deep in Jersey and they swerve to me
Stay thirsty, thats what my nigga Pun told me
First it was Christopher Wallace now Christopher Rios
Me and Pun drunk, and smoked out
I used to go to his crib and visit his kids
He used to make his daughter and his son box
Yo I love them kids, they love they pops
Yo Pun, pick me up, come to Queens with us
You know you came up, what what makin it happen
>From rappin on the corner and now you goin platinum
At the video, for Banned From TV
Pun came through, in the Benz with the TV
A ounce of weed and gun deep
Pun stayed real, yo I love that nigga
Cause he worked hard for it
I burst shit for him
[chorus]
I aint never gonna love again
Life is taken once its given
It's not easy to pretend
What love has put me through
All my people dyin and I'm askin why
Sometimes I don't feel like livin
It's not easy to pretend
I don't know what to do
[Noreaga]
Why the good gotta die so young
Foul niggas live a long life, I cried all night
I can't control myself
But you gotta stay strong thats what I told myself
We did ah, I did his album and he did mine
We did a Funk Flex joint, Pete Rock joint
DJ Clue joint, even Royal Flush joint
And a hundred other records, you get the point
I used to hang with him
You know I bang bang with him
And when I ran Triz you know I always came with him
I called Angie but was cryin on the phone
I was cryin in my home, freakin cried in the phone
You see I, knew Big had love for Pac
Even Freaky Tah and Scott LaRoss
But regardless, Pun my man, rich or not
I know he in heaven, yo he chillin with my pops
Tell my pops how I'm doin, I ain't sellin drugs
Tell my pops that I'm rappin, and still with the thugs
While you tellin him things, tell him the facts
Tell him how we put Boricua back on the map
[chorus]
[Noreaga]
Yo he fill a mack but his man is gone
He wanna form a new army, but his man is gone
Yo this probably hittin me hard
Threw my guns in the clouds and buck at God
Condolences to his family and the Terror Squad
N.O.R.E., P.U.N., see you then, again
Ma, I just lost my friend
I can't answer the phone I just lost my friend
It's mourning now, from night to morning now
Then all the shows and performing now
PUN, my nigga Pun was always funny speakin
Pun loved me, and loved that I was Puerto Rican
[chorus]
[Noreaga talking]
You my fuckin thug, my nigga and all that
You know?
That's my motherfucking heart right there
I feel like I knew that nigga my whole life
That's really my nigga
And I'm mourning with you
The whole Terror Squad
I'm here with y'all niggas man
His wife, his kids, I'm here with yall, yo
I feel the same way y'all feel
But I'm here with y'all
I love that man, yo
He was a good man
Man it's crazy
Sometimes I wonder if there is a God
Why would he take the wrong ones?
I wonder that shit all the time

[Nore]
We got tha beats to make ya heart stop to beat
we got tha beatz ( we got tha what?) we got tha beatz
we got em we got em we got em mutha fucka we got em
[Hype-d]
Hey did ya hear tha mutha fucka man we got em
beatz to erase ya life and to make tha trunk look twice
roll tha dice to knock ya hustle and to make 50 cents
steriod muscle go BOOM!Ya u heard what i said now
since i said that u want ya mommy to tuck yo snitchin
ass in bed nigga u fake u jailbait i can bake a cake
and watch these clown ass rappers fake cuz...
[Nore]
We got tha beats to make ya heart stop to beat
we got tha beatz ( we got tha what?) we got tha beatz
we got em we got em we got em mutha fucka we got em
Verse 2 [ Hype - D ]
When we preformin r not u know what went down
man we shut shit down in ya town or not
you know we there we hot nigga we on fire
now flattin ya tire and walk away u aint fuckin wit me
espcially not on this day u fake nigga that waht i said u
got a pin head...hahaha
[Nore]
We got tha beats to make ya heart stop to beat
we got tha beatz ( we got tha what?) we got tha beatz
we got em we got em we got em mutha fucka we got em

[Noreaga]
Yo, yo
I only, ride for those that'll ride for me
I only, shoot for those that'll shoot for me
I used to be in D.C., with my poetry
Niggaz said I'm on some other shit, crazily
I used to sell cracks, from the front streets to back
Then I got locked up, wicked Jake popped up
And the Jake he seen my, style before
But I'm, stayin lyrical behind my door
I'm in the yard God where niggaz try to test me hard
But my vocal's too powerful law, it's too potent
I kick one verse, the whole cypher stood frozen
Now them niggaz wanna parlay with me, general
I'm smooth like them niggaz that, don't blow trial
I come on home to a new leaf, no beef
Jose Luis yo I'm ill like an Indian chief
And my dress code, ill like, indiglo
[Chorus: x2]
Aiyyo we thugged out what, and we let y'all know
we keep it thugged out, catch us at, every show
Let's get the jump off jumped off, here's the bang out
Yo at every fuckin club, yo we got octane out
[Brown]
I need, nuttin but cash, I'm out in the stash
Extra acres, carribean seeds with no crabs
Fuck hunger, I'm gettin no younger, cop this half
brick til my pocket just thick, sit back and laugh
with the out of towners, keepin money around us
Four pounders, flippin wiggies, to the sirens around us
Cars and jewels, inside moves, three day cruise
Booted from Beijing, ?brought? our ventures to ?use?
The entrepeneur, droppin cock in your whore
Keep pussy open like a nigga sniffin coke in the hall
I do it all for y'all, basketball, or rims
Fiberglass that hold guns when I play old friends
Learn how to act around a playa who spike tracks
Doublin the pressure if your Empire Strikes Back
We savages.. break you up like marriages
Stick you in public and hide the thrills in baby carriages
[Chorus]
[Maze]
The way I grace shit so swift, play it tenacious
but smooth like a fugitive who move with a facelift
I stay lit, passin Branson, finesse no less
Reppin at random, forever at my best when I'm trancin
Niggaz make me wanna focus with emotion
If you notice, the vultures I bring they sting so swift
Your quotes is from Maze, my bang'll tip with any rapper
these days, spittin venom when my wordplay sprays
and claimin half this cash regardless, dome my target
from the heart spittin my flow while slow niggaz process
Blow the spot rock aggressive, mac eleven shots in
twenty seconds, flood money stashed kept in fed mint
What is that monkey tail you trust with your math
to lush your cash, rush in your path, bust you then dash
That's why I'm never fast with the street shit
Driftin in this deepness, with each step
breath taken make you niggaz speechless
Distinctive, mad different's how I kick it
Some niggaz recognize I'm individualized when I spit it
[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
What what what what what!
Thugged out nigga
Poet performin some other shit
(I'm type priceless)
On stage holdin my dick
In front of all y'all bullshit ass niggaz
(We're ill niggaz y'know)
Probably jerk off or piss on the front row
Throw that water on y'all, ya heard? (Word)
We don't give a fuck (aight)
We gonna keep it on some thug shit
From now to whenever nigga
If it's on let us know it's on
Try to sleep they'll sucka punch you

(feat. Pharell)
[Intro: Pharell]
Oh! (Militainment) Oh! (Militainment) Oh! (Militainment) Come on
(Militainment) Oh! (Militainment)This one is the hot one!
(Militainment) ay yo! (Militainment)
[Chorus: Pharell]
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, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do
[Verse 1: Noreaga]
Yo N-O-R papi say what, that nigga's 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 B.T.
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 hits
At the white boy club wylin buyin the bar
They like hey now, your an all star, it go
[Chorus: Pharell]
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, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do
[Verse 2: Noreaga]
I spit mack millimeter rhymes, kill a liter in line
My nigga Peter got a heater in mines
Niggas 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
[Chorus: Pharell]
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, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do
[Bridge]
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!)
[Verse 3: Noreaga]
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 O.D.'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 polla
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
[Chorus: Pharell]
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, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin)
What you tryin to do
[Outro]
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!)

Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)
Yo Listen to me
young thug this is some advice
you do a snake you be payin' the price
catch you at the dice game
blow you out the frame
crack cheater cause my niggaz is grimy
all we really luv is reffer
Iraq the name alone got you shook back on the island
you got ya man hood took
but turn around when you walk through
guns are hawk you already took ya shit
no matter who you talk too
the 6 berra no take no deniro
no heat East Elmhurst Haiser Street
you feel the fury when you want that bust Handcuff
wishing that you ain't locked up
now you get tested Jake tell you when you get arrested
when you get there don't get molested
yo call the C.O. that wont be necessary
they watch ya beat ya down and take ya conversary
my adversary donaldly dick dynasty rich
my whole cliq got paid lawyers and rips
gettin' locked up fell down no time for this
aw aw aw when the gaged got caught in the car
start the law not trying to be a Cold Craft Star
yo, you might be illin' you might be wildin'
but you wont be smilin' on Rikers Island
Rikers Island Iraq
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)
Juveniles get shook and see 74
mobb 2 ice grill when you walk through
come through a fly cached tested for that
see where your heart at
that fly shit niggaz want that
jerk on ya phone time
sweet niggaz get robbed blind
robbed for ya watch robbed for ya shine
you better fake regimen
them niggaz do alot of dead and let'em see ya sweatin'
and get PCed out protection
the by shit cause cliqs sent renim
and have you cut up if you don't pay up
Crips and Bloods all along with the Caves too
business as usually a bunch of criminals
typical shit is critical on a via a nigga rippin' you
a daily ritual jail talk is pitiful
not for every individual
I'm wit it and I wont go back
niggaz mad cause I keep a stack
and don't talk crip nigga, word up.
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)
See 74 adolescents now walk put ya hand to the floor
ya hear nigga gettin' tall holey blaze galore
tricks or ya fucking jaw to ya draw
see yo when I close watching you pour
how do you claws or how do I laws from taking yours
contemplated or taking you down from at the door
niggaz with cause leave you wit scars and open source
soon as ya boor get a swore stuck in ya faloor
sharpin' up 1 son and become quick draw mcgraw
put up ya paws boors go why I saw the cause
cause livin' shiesty could be pricely
niggaz kidnappin' wify's while hearts cold as Italian Icy's
now buck and a half slide across his face lace some nicely you gottin' fiesty but
where you stand is where the ice be
forever your life be gone in the wind
punching holes all in your abdomen
when the thug cats come with the stabbin'in the jury grabbin'in
look out son the body slabbin'in while you was blabbin'in
now know what the fuck is happenin'.
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)

banned from TV
N.O.R.E
moving
shut the fuck up
Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales, choking niggas like i'm sprewell
golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand
blow you away like its part of the plan
i gotta call it like i see it, talk it like i be it
walkin my walk, thugged out orthopedic
cause i'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up
niggas try to stick me like abdul lerima, follow the leader
make me go extra hard, yo nore should i hold back or show the repirtore
quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
i show them why its so hard to reach us
i get pussy with my fathers features
puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70
catch me in spots yall niggas never be
packed in like green bay
harlem week to queens day
performing acapella, no dj
98 live no replays
make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
that its them again, nature noreaga, wild gremlins
Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks
pour on the fort knox lazura
shark salad with cabbage
pork chops and applesauce
twin connection, disrepect watch your body cave in
pump the shotty guagin, hit the shorty while he potty training
i ain't playing, i'm truly the worst
simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed
uzi it hurts leave you double-dead
i'ma a bubble-head i never listen to nothing my mother said
ay yo i hold niggas ransom for money
like johhny handsome
been sonning niggas for so long
i think i got a grandson
my passion is money, a stash and a honey
that won't ask questions but will blast anybody
thats my kind of girl kinda of world i want to live in
not a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon
just a little ghetto
where my niggas control the middle
we know the riddles of life where others know only a little
yo, yo been in rich places, sick places
seen my story on 6,666 pages
wages i wrote six aces
and at the same dice games i caught six cases
all over big faces now it's tipped laces
ready to dig faces but the bang it ain't
bitch spaces niggas loading up they rib cages
cats like to rip places
bloody lip tastes but the Cam is in big races?
but i stay in import the pig places
but the world know the girl though
i fuck her off a furlough
she'll be up hook me up
all your sales could be luck
only question for these ducks is
baby girl can we fuck
you the type that need a wife
thought L-o-x told yall the key to life
asshole yo i don't play around
i lay it down
fuck around i spray around
flick a biscuit nigga risk it
my ass you can kick or kiss it
Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this
(bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips
like 2 thirds of a brick (penaro and kiss)
and kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the back of a whip
see the plan is to stash all and cash yall
the weed so strong they gotta put it glass jars
niggas try to smoke me out mope me out
cuz the rims on my new joint be poking out
i'm about to have no feelings
shit is deep do they dance with the devil when they sleep
i wake up gripping the air wishing the hit
shit that they kick in ya ear
when your soul be drifting in air
my gift is half-rotten when i spit it tears
that shit'll drop down my eye i'm too tired to cry
and i ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die
they say you get what you ask for so get it cuz you asked for it
if a nigga ain't a thief then he better have the cash for it
and we gonna be around til ya body rott
and if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got
what!what! what! what!
yo yo! ay yo there's two ways into the hood one plain the other smoke chronic like
straight to the brain
ay yo lets get loose hennesey straight with tomato juice queens stallion my guns
fully italian
now yall niggas recognize medallions
i play the best hood o-t with tim westwood
used to be on section 8 now my section is good
thugged out niggas we eat as much as we could
and i don't give a fuck what! yo i save my shit
and i don't give a fuck what! you can save your shit
yall niggas like extra skin on my dick
listen to bob marley you funny niggas like steve harvey
frontin live with a weak army
i play the nice guy too, i'll smoke wit you
but the realness i ain't got no love for you
thats why i never do a song with you
not even if your babies mom fucked the crew
and promised to give us head and swallow too
i still say no no is no no can doe
ya niggas drinking henneray drinking my flow
yo,thug shit thug shit what what
what the fuck is the deal
thugged out entertainment
untertainment
l-o-x
terror squad
this shit is fucking official

[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 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
[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 fucka 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 fucka 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 fuckin
cd u dum ass snitches
nore ]
and we out!

NOW PUT YOUR CARDS ON THE MOTHERFUCKING TABLE AND SEE WHATS WHATS
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 MUGG'S SHOT AND MARCUS CAMBY REJECTION
HIT THE SIXTH ROW PASS THE COURTSIDE SECTION
I KNOW YOU CLOWN NIGGAZ MOST 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 MAJOR ACTOR
DEAL WITH MAJOR NIGGAZ FUCK MAJOR BITCHIES
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
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
EVERY WHERE 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"
BANDED FROM ANOTHER5 CLUB AGAIN..AGAIN
BUT WE'LL GET IT POPPING OUTSIDE MY FRIEND "YOU AIN'T GOT TO LET US IN"
BANDED FROM ANOTHER5 CLUB AGAIN..AGAIN
BUT WE'LL GET IT POPPING OUTSIDE MY FRIEND "YOU AIN'T GOT TO LET US IN"
YO PAPI AND I'M BAND FROM THE ROXY
MAD SHOOTOUT'S AND HAD 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 GO'IN DRINK SMIRNOFF FUCK THE DON
YOU SEE MY LUCKY CHARM MY NIGGAZ IS ON
AND I'M A FOUL NIGGA BITCH I COULD FUCK YOUR MOMS
YOU SEE I'M BAND 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 YOU KNOW
AND IF THEM NIGGAZ GOT BEEF THEM NIGGAZ WILL GO
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
EVERY WHERE 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"
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 WEED 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 ALTERMATIUM
THE DEVIL PRICE MY SOUL I STILL AIN'T PAY HIM
BUT USUALLY THEY LOVE ME, WALK IN THE CLUB
AN MAKE THE CROWD LOOK LIKE THE PLAYING RUGBY
RIPE SHOW'S ON A FRAUDULENT STAGE
NO MATTER WHAT Y'ALL SAY, I'M LIVE ALL MY DAYS SPITTING FIRE, NO MATTER WHAT THE
MARGIN PAYS
Y'ALL WITNESSING "FINAL CHAPTER" IN THEIR STARING DAYS SHOW US LOVE
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
EVERY WHERE 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"
BANDED FROM ANOTHER5 CLUB AGAIN..AGAIN
BUT WE'LL GET IT POPPING OUTSIDE MY FRIEND "YOU AIN'T GOT TO LET US IN"
BANDED FROM ANOTHER5 CLUB AGAIN..AGAIN
BUT WE'LL GET IT POPPING OUTSIDE MY FRIEND "YOU AIN'T GOT TO LET US IN"

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
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
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 ???
Queensbridge, a trife city ??? 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 to another phase
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
??? 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 ???
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

Where my skateboarding niggas at?
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!
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
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
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

Yeah you see I stand tall... your back
And they're talking we don't want that
That's how we all... into your mouth like a...
Paint the town... give me painting blue
'Cause... thought you knew, is militating group
... and my enemies that I'm like a funeral
My... green... if a rare blood screen it is local, is global
World wide...
I'm no the hospital and back in... getting money stupid...
I'm...
Chorus:
I'm only 59 that mean I stand tall street...
I'm only 59 I feel 7 feet
That I mean I stand tall street...
I stand tall, homie I stand tall,
I stand tall, homie I stand tall,
I stand tall, homie I stand tall,
I stand tall, homie I stand tall.
We... strategy got no... flow they attached to me
... top of the list they're green... rolling like a...
Let's... time... and your watch... just watch me...
Then... you're spinnin with the honey...
You're looking at the million man with the billion dollar plan
You're in the dirt I mean the european fans
... I hold the hands we're counting...
Chorus:
I'm only 59 that mean I stand tall street...
I'm only 59 I feel 7 feet
That I mean I stand tall street...
I stand tall, homie I stand tall,
I stand tall, homie I stand tall,
I stand tall, homie I stand tall,
I stand tall, homie I stand tall.
Homie I stand tall so do the 73
... stay in the 28... where is the river...
We... penetrate I'm talking... better check my... must be the... just a big bur
... I'm talking... my ministry
I roll... since I was seventeen
And if we're talking guns I like my... come you with the...

Head bussa . . .
Head bussa . . .
Head bussa . . .
Head bussa . . .
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa (head bussa)
Hey yo . . .
Yo, N-O-R, you can catch me in my favorite car (car)
Drop Lex, black truck, Gordo the "Lazy R"
I'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far
And if you is what you smoke then - hey y'all
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 guard?
I rock a Neptunes beat like it's a leather garm
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 Re-my, 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
Yo, yo . . .
See I'm a Philly nigga, I can't fuck wit a duck chick
Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a slut chick
Jo-se (Jose) I'm so relaxed it seems
The first nigga sellin' cracks through a fax machine
Shit Star Tek (Star Tek) I hold my gun in the raids
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, demerit these rat 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
Duh . . .
Ain't a damn - thing the same
Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name (N-O-R)
Millionaires, that change the game
That got 9/11 clouds (clouds) and bullets that grain
Don't calm down (down) this is soldier game (fa' sho nigga)
Kill for money, the raw and the caine
Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga
Fix your fingers, show me what you are
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.!
People wanna scream they 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
A new-car, ask the Jake, they call me "know 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 monster-wrist, I keep a ill beat

[Intro: Swizz Beatz (N.O.R.E.)]
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off! (Yeah!)
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off! (Swizz!)
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off!
Set it off in this mother HEY! Jump it off! (N.O.!)
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz (N.O.R.E.)]
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off! (YO! YO! YO! YO!)
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother set it off! (YO! YO! YO! YO!)
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off! (YO! YO! YO! YO!)
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off! (YO! YO! YO! YO!)
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off! (YO! YO! YO! YO!)
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother set it off! (YO! YO! YO! YO!)
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off! (YO! YO! YO! YO!)
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off! (YO! YO! YO! YO!)
[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
Aiyyo, ridin with my burner, rollin with my earner
L.I.E. Expressway bangin that Uncle Murda
BULLET BULLET! I rep New York to the FULLEST FULLEST!
I got guns, don't think I won't PULL IT PULL IT!
Gat off safety, dudes won't face me
Both of them hoes like, Cagney & Lacey
And N.O.R.E. (YEP!!) I'm respected in the projects
Filled out my O.G. card, it's in the process
I used to get a pass, now I give a pass (Ha!)
And got a gun that go RAH!!!! like summer splash
Thug club music that you listen to late
Yep! That's that style that I helped create, tell 'em Swizz!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off!
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother set it off!
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off!
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off!
[Verse 2: N.O.R.E.]
Aiyyo we got the Patron, Hennesey, Cranberry and Vodka
Mami down for takin on poppa
Opa locka, where I buy that
No heroin cocaine, no I never try that
I just fly pass, thinkin 'bout, gettin a bypass
Surgery, stomach and small ass
Bitches with small ass, go tell your managers
N.O.R.E.'s in the building with keys they call me janitors
Go hard, sort a feel like a slave
And even on the block when it rain like meter maids
Cause, I heard that Peter paid Paul from a jena maid
But if he didn't pay me, he would see the grave!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off!
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother set it off!
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off!
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off!
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off!
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother set it off!
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off!
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off!
[Verse 3: J. Russ]
Swizzy! Let me jump on this track and get busy
N.O.R.E. man I got you let me roll up the splizzy
Good grippy, that's all I expect
Now I'm a set it off like I'm Ron Artest
Now who you with hey we the best! But this ain't Khaled
This your boy J. Russ from Palm Beach!
Let the boy set it off with them big choppers
And you can have it your weay like a fuckin whopper
Or matter of fact nigga pop a double sack
Two for twenty five you be rollin like a cadillac
It's for them big guns that have your ass jumpin back
It's time to set it off nigga where the money at?!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off!
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother set it off!
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off!
Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off!
[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
Set it! Set! Set it! Set! Set it off! Set it! Set It off!