• 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