'Nehru' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Backyard Ashes (2013)

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Genres: Comedy,

Taglines:

Where legend are born!

Actors Daniel Krige (miscellaneous crew), Daniel Krige (actor), Andrew S. Gilbert (actor), John Wood (actor), Felix Williamson (actor), Lex Marinos (actor), Shingo Usami (actor), Michael Mack (actor), Damian Callinan (actor), Ande Cunningham (actor), Christopher Mill (editor), Anne Robinson (miscellaneous crew), Anne Robinson (producer), Rebecca Massey (actress), Jake Speer (actor),

Gandhi Drama (2010)

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Genres: Documentary,

Actors Tamás Végvári (actor), Zoltán Bonta (director), Gábor Harsányi (actor), József Kautzky (actor), András Kozák (actor), Lajos Tándor (actor), Anikó Sáfár (actress), Andrea Drahota (actress), Péter Benkö (actor), Mária Goór Nagy (actress), Péter Vallai (actor), Tivadar Márk (costume designer), Gyula Buss (actor), Jenö His (editor), László Németh (writer),

Mohandas & Bette: A Love Story (2003)

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Genres: Comedy, Short,

Taglines:

He was cursed with a struggle to lead a nation to Independence. She was cursed with a foul mouth. Together they they made history... well, almost.
The greatest love story never told.

Quotes:

Gandhi: Our favorite little haunt Sanjay's has shut down. I had such fond memories of my imaginings that we ate there together and I fed you sweet mater paneer with my fingers and it melted in your mouth. And you suckled my fingers, as I suckled yours. We were like human pacifiers!

Actors Maninder Chana (actor), Maninder Chana (producer), Maninder Chana (writer), Maninder Chana (composer), Maninder Chana (director), Maninder Chana (editor), Linda McKenney (actress), Bob Thompson (actor), Bob Thompson (producer), Bob Gundu (actor), Erick Nettel (actor), Ayman Hassan (actor), Phil Hahn (actor),

Jinnah (1998)

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Genres: Biography, Drama, War,

Taglines:

He fought for justice, and made Pakistan.

Quotes:

Jinnah: At this moment, the destiny of India lies in the hands of two men, and one of them is Gandhi.

Narrator: Do you know where you are?::Mohammed Ali Jinnah: I believe I have some idea.

Mohammed Ali Jinnah: [to a fundamentalist] You are an ignorant fool. I have fought for your mother, your sister, and your children's children to live in dignity. Islam doesn't need fanatics like you, Islam needs men of vision who will build the country. Now grow up, and serve Pakistan!

Actors Shashi Kapoor (actor), Christopher Lee (actor), Marc Zuber (actor), David Sterne (actor), Vernon Dobtcheff (actor), James Fox (actor), Robert M. Reitano (editor), Jamil Dehlavi (director), Jamil Dehlavi (producer), Jamil Dehlavi (writer), Roger Brierley (actor), Richard Lintern (actor), John Grillo (actor), Michael Elwyn (actor), Jane Jackson (producer),

Food for Ravens (1997)

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Genres: Drama,

Actors Sinéad Cusack (actress), Brian Cox (actor), Roshan Seth (actor), Kevan Van Thompson (producer), Malcolm Storry (actor), John Richards (editor), James Warrior (actor), Michael Cashman (actor), Trevor Griffiths (director), Trevor Griffiths (writer), Lynn Hunter (actress), Pedr James (producer), Maggie Russell (producer), Bernard Lloyd (actor), Dean Davies (actor),

Nehru: The Jewel of India (1990)

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Genres: Biography,

Actors Girish Karnad (actor), Anupam Kher (actor), Rita Bhaduri (actress), Tanuja (actress), Salil Choudhury (composer), Kiran Kumar (director), Rajan Lall (producer), Partap Sharma (actor),

Lord Mountbatten: The Last Viceroy (1986)

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Genres: Biography, Drama,

Taglines:

The historical film about the last days of the British Raj.

Actors Ian Richardson (actor), Michael Byrne (actor), Patrick Allen (actor), Nigel Davenport (actor), Jenny Beavan (costume designer), A.K. Hangal (actor), John Scott (composer), Vladek Sheybal (actor), Wendy Hiller (actress), Nicol Williamson (actor), Julian Wadham (actor), Janet Suzman (actress), Malcolm Terris (actor), Dreya Weber (actress), David Lyon (actor),

Robert Kennedy & His Times (1985)

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Genres: Drama,

Actors Brent Spiner (actor), G.D. Spradlin (actor), Maurice Marsac (actor), Matthew Faison (actor), George Grizzard (actor), Mitch Ryan (actor), Joe Pantoliano (actor), Bruce French (actor), Pat Corley (actor), Jason Bateman (actor), Ned Beatty (actor), Walter Gotell (actor), Cliff De Young (actor), Jack Warden (actor), Jeffrey Tambor (actor),

Hors-la-loi (1985)

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Genres: Action, Drama,

Actors Alain Sarde (producer), Jean-Paul Roussillon (actor), Jean-Claude Bouillaud (actor), Clovis Cornillac (actor), Mario Luraschi (actor), Philippe Sarde (composer), Madeleine Robinson (actress), Raoul Billerey (actor), Luc Thuillier (actor), Luc-Antoine Diquéro (actor), Wadeck Stanczak (actor), Isabelle Pasco (actress), Patrick Laurent (writer), Robin Davis (director), Robin Davis (writer),

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  Blood Money (part 2)show lyrics

  Blood Money (part 2)

  [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)

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  Thug Poetryshow lyrics

  Thug Poetry

  [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

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  I Wanna Fuck Youshow lyrics

  I Wanna Fuck You

  [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]

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  Don't Know What To Doshow lyrics

  Don't Know What To Do

  [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

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  Oye Mi Canto (feat. Tego Calderon & Nina Sky)show lyrics

  Oye Mi Canto (feat. Tego Calderon & Nina Sky)

  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

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  Stay Flawlessshow lyrics

  Stay Flawless

  [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!

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  Oye Mi Cantoshow lyrics

  Oye Mi Canto

  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

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  Mr. CEOshow lyrics

  Mr. CEO

  [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

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  Half Baked

  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]

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  Don't Love No Bitchesshow lyrics

  Don't Love No Bitches

  [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

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  Big Dshow lyrics

  Big D

  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?
  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
  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, these's motherfucking bitches can't last
  An l bust three nuts on the table glass
  Is is time to stop, nah it's not
  Pussy swollen, told l would 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
  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
  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 and Chong nigga
  In other words, dick bigger than a bong nigga
  Stop drinking Moet and 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
  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
  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 against the wall with their arms and legs stuck like King Tut
  I remember when swallowing
  Now I got girls choking from when a nigga deep throating
  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
  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

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  Bloody Money Part Ii

  [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

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  Sour Dieselshow lyrics

  Sour Diesel

  [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:]

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  40 Island (feat. Kool G. Rap And Musolini)show lyrics

  40 Island (feat. Kool G. Rap And Musolini)

  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)

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  Scared Moneyshow lyrics

  Scared Money

  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

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  Oye Mi Canto (Remix)show lyrics

  Oye Mi Canto (Remix)

  If You Latino Right Now Stand The Fuck Up!!!
  SBK...(SBK)
  Alive...(Alive We Comin' Up!)
  Nina Sky...(Whos This?)
  N.O.R.E, Da-ddy Yan-kee
  Gem Star...(Gem Star) Big Nato..(Big Nato)
  C'mon,..C'mon
  Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...Whoa
  What U Say?
  Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Colombiano (HA!)
  Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Cubano (HA!) Mexicano (HA!)
  Oye Mi Canto
  You See This Is What Whey Want,
  They Want Reggaeton,
  WHAT? WHAT?
  They Want Reggaeton,
  Esto 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 Limón
  Ahh This All That
  You Can Tell Spanky On it
  The Remix To The Remix With Yankee On It
  Este Un Mofongo, Un Chin Y 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!) Colombiano (HA!)
  Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Cubano (HA!) Mexicano (HA!)
  Oye Mi Canto
  Soena El Cantinaje
  Para Que Sientan El Encaje
  Todo En La Pista Muevase Constrast Salvaje Yee
  Siggity Daddy Yankee Give It To Them Yee
  Esto Es Lo Que Ringa En La Callee
  Todos Mis Latino En Lo Bloke Haora Stand Up
  Oye MI Canto Con El N.O.R.E. Haora Dembow
  Mueva Ese Bum, Bum, Bum, Mami No Pierda El Siento
  (Whos This? DA-DDY)
  And This, The First Time Its Ever Been Done
  Because There's Never Been
  A Raper Doin Reggaeton Album And He A Veteran
  Padrino, While Layin At The Cino
  No Matter Your Race Because You Know Your Latino
  Todos Mis Latino En Lo Bloke Haora Stand Up
  Oye MI Canto Con El N.O.R.E. Haora Dembow
  Mueva Ese Bum, Bum, Bum, Mami No Pierda El Siento
  (Whos This? DA-DDY)
  Whoa...Whoa..Whoa...Whoa
  Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Colombiano (HA!)
  Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Cubano (HA!) Mexicano (HA!)
  Oye Mi Canto
  Venga Ver,
  Venga Ver, Lo Que Tengo Yo PARA TI!
  Ya Siento Que Sin Ti No Puedo Vivir
  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!) Colombiano (HA!)
  Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Colombiano (HA!)
  Oye Mi Canto
  SBK Da Beast, Gem Star & Nato, Nina Sky ( Wassup Girls)
  Rest In Peace, Big Pun, Vala I Know You Would Of Loved This
  Rest In Peace To My Father, Mambo This Is For Yall, Yeah
  Shouts To All The DJ's Playin That Reggaeton Early
  DJ. Carmelo, DJ. Enough, Cipper Sounds, Chris Bucks, Tony Touch
  Jerry Chub, DJ. Cale, Phally Phel, La Mega
  Latino Mix, Let's Go

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  Oh No (remix)show lyrics

  Oh No (remix)

  [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

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  Now I Prayshow lyrics

  Now I Pray

  [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

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  Set It Offshow lyrics

  Set It Off

  [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!

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  Halfway Thugs Part 2show lyrics

  Halfway Thugs Part 2

  [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

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  Sometimes

  [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

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  Get Down (ooou Ooou)

  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

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  Beatz

  [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

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  Black Clouds

  Yea niggas always asking questions man
  Like why y'all niggas so wild
  Y'all niggas go everywhere, shotouts, fights, things going on man
  Y'all niggas doing y'all thing, getting a little paper man
  Why ya'll niggas can't stay out of trouble man
  It's like black clouds be following us man
  Time for ya'll niggas to get to know Nore
  [N.O.R.E.]
  Niggas wanna know yo what's wrong with the god
  Cause every other day it's on with the god
  Every week a different beef
  Yea and my niggas cock guns and buy them for cheap
  Shotouts in front of here and there let's be clear
  And we done sent niggas to intensive care
  You see guns no problem, beef is no problem
  Niggas start snitching, thats weak, thats a problem
  I stay quiet, and don't talk to the press
  Fuck a courtroom, I'm good on the street with tec's
  Nigga Deuce locked, he got 15 years like booth
  He just went up, shit got me bent up
  It's time to celebrate, but wait my niggas ain't here
  My father ain't here, Pun ain't here,
  It don't seem like life treating me fare
  I drink Henny, it's stronger than that Belvedere
  [Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
  Black clouds over my head, follow my lead
  Waking up in the morning beer and weed
  Why the fuck it seems like, it's so hard to breath
  Why the hood seems like it's hard to leave
  We been waiting on this money for quite so long
  And my niggas on the run now, way to long
  Black clouds go away for the rest of the day
  Black clouds just go away, don't fuck up the day
  [N.O.R.E.]
  I make good music, and thats the reason I sold
  Through out platinum albums, and shit went gold
  I can't stress this cause god, I'm on the guest list
  Feeling like Xzibit, straight restless
  When it's my turn to blow, and own the cable
  I sold eight hundred thou on the penalty label
  And man shit deep, I ain't reach my peak
  It's my fifth album, ain't none of it weak
  I admit Melvin Flynt my soul wasn't there
  Recording in the studio, mind wasn't clear
  Said had to backup blunts and skunks
  No quotables still ain't get rhyme of the month
  Black Clouds follow me, like where ever I go
  Even when I ain't stressed, and I'm ready to flow
  I just let go, just let me know
  It's going be a better day, my seeds is celo
  [Chorus]
  [Complextions]
  Black clouds go away
  You been on slime back like everyday
  Everytime I turn around, you bringing drama my way
  I don't know how I deal with beef today
  "Black clouds" it seems you always with me
  Can't get no paper unless you there with me
  Can't go nowhere unless you there with me
  I don't even care, who else is there with me
  Black clouds go away
  You been on slim back like everyday
  Everytime I turn around, you bringing drama my way
  I don't know how I deal with beef today
  "Black clouds" it seems you always with me
  Can't get no paper unless you there with me
  Can't go nowhere unless you there with me
  I don't even care, who else is there with me
  [Chorus]

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  Nothing

  (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!)

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  Banned From TV

  banned from TV
  N.O.R.E
  moving
  shut the fuck up
  [Nature]
  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
  [Big Pun]
  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
  [Cam'ron]
  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
  [the Lox]
  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
  'cause 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 'cause 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!
  [Noreaga]
  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

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  Banned From Another Club

  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"

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  Stand Tallshow lyrics

  Stand Tall

  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...

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  The World Is Getting Smallershow lyrics

  The World Is Getting Smaller

  [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...

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  Come Thrushow lyrics

  Come Thru

  [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]

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  Head Bussa

  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

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  The Life Of A... (Gangsta)show lyrics

  The Life Of A... (Gangsta)

  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

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  Nahmeanuheard

  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

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  Police Rush the Spot

  [Maze]
  I'm seein niggas are stealin, the LOM seein six juniors
  Rumors I'm hearin, niggas got some shit brewin
  And appearin to me, clearly, ya niggas fear me
  And comparin to me, ya frill healy
  Maze who come nearly, some the Projects thru youngers
  Gun shit confronted, by jakes poppin up like late walkers
  All around, all ya can all go down
  We match pound for pound, 'cept our last 16 rounds
  Which it ticks me now, I spit swift like our leaf fist
  Crystal weave drown, real shit, what you need now
  Niggas sayin if you got beef, play it close
  For ya whole ass niggas, sprayin the toast big moss
  It's like a dose of gun powder to a ol' pounder
  The sounds of Maze and Mus' lay moose while typical tray gon choose
  [Chorus x2: Noreaga]
  Man shit, police just rush the spot
  I hot a jar in my pocket, and I still do rock
  Off top, Maze and Mus' ready to drop
  So what you hatin on, what you hatin on
  [Musolini]
  Holler at ya partner man, gettin high with me
  Ride with me, keep the luger nine with me
  Since a young kid, I never listened
  Streets and prisoners, penns sittin
  Zit bitten, foul decision
  But respect the game, except a change
  Ex-friends, sayin my name
  Funny how things never stay the same
  Many say "keep ya enemies closer for sober"
  BK to Corona holdin the toaster
  Funny style niggas got me lookin over soldiers
  Leaders and soldiers, separate the wooboos from the boulders
  Do you believe in God? Allah Gehova
  We live this thug shit, Don P bug shit
  38 slug shit, fuckin out in public
  Nore and Maze told you how we feel some time
  For pain I spit rhyme, ya niggas can touch mine, muthafuckas
  [Chorus x2]
  [Maze]
  Off top, I drop jewels like this till I die
  My man Shan said Maze when you spit niggas fry
  I grew around reputer losers that's why
  I knew the math for the future
  In my path of youth, out for the cash
  My mans in the ass, jar bless
  One of my mans keep the jar on his garment
  Stash of rap, no lesson
  [Musolini]
  For head rhyme niggas think they got nine lives
  Hit them 9 times, explicit forecit crimes
  Yo this for my bitches and thugs, riches and love
  Live by the gun, so I guess my death will end in a slug
  Young nigga who watch the older dude
  They show the rules, twin ammy illa, by the time I got bigger
  Caught of in life, and not givin a fuck
  When niggas except early death for gettin locked up

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  Grimeyshow lyrics

  Grimey

  Yeah nigga - part four muh'fucker
  Thugged out nigga (Grimey)
  Neptunes - nigga what nigga (Grimey)
  Violator - nigga what nigga (Grimey)
  This shit is serious - type serious (Grimey)
  Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey)
  Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey)
  Uh, uh-uh, part four nigga (Grimey)
  Yo, yo, yo
  It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga
  I smoke boogies, conspiracy theory
  It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X
  These bitches swear they in love but it's just the X
  Niggas act like, my coke ain't long in stress
  Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest
  I flip, obsolete see I'm the king of the streets
  And show muh'fuckers how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats
  In Miami, Pun shoulda, won the Grammy
  This year I'll bring the shit home to his family
  Go 'head, and keep hatin, until you receive
  Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe
  See you a hater like Star & Buc, nigga what
  And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggaz just suck
  I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit
  Wanna drink every bottle I sip
  Nigga when that heat, is bustin off
  And the ambulance come, and rush you off
  And the witness like - we don't know dem boys
  Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey
  Then we resume, hangin with stars
  Then we live in fat houses and fat ass cars
  Then we drive and scream - nigga FUCK the law
  Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey
  Yo, yo
  I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech
  We Violator violatin, y'all niggaz capiche?
  It's unsafe like late night on (?) Beach
  Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least
  Let's have fun wit it, in the Bridge my niggaz dunn wit it
  Niggaz had hit records, but we done did it
  Pop a collar; see them chicks they like to holla N.O.!
  You know them hoes already know they gotta swallow
  Money like Nutty Professor - fat as fuck
  Four gold albums; ain't none of it luck
  Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, fuckin you up
  Since you, seem so tense release the mutts
  I'm connected, the police release my cuffs
  Call me Fillmore, naw nigga cause I'ma feel more
  Nigga this my year, you gonna feel Nore
  Money we got it but still try and feel more
  Type of niggarole, we must be dunns (Grimey)
  Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimey)
  Nigga get popped can't hush me son (Grimey)
  Sellin everything 'til they cuff me dunn (Grimey)
  93 Ac' fuck a Range nigga (Grimey)
  Saliva at the mouth of your chain nigga (Grimey)
  Reynolds wrap, coke, and doo-rags (Grimey)
  Never cleanin up, nigga screw that (Grimey)
  You see we unbreakable, y'all niggaz is uncapable
  We 2G nigga we use gats that's untraceable
  Still smokin, and niggaz know how I do it
  Keep big shanks, shit'll cut in half your Buick
  Just me and shorty, late night in the park
  And gettin so much brains I'm startin to feel smart
  Off Beelzebub, feelin my love with cold heart
  See these fake niggaz, my fists'll break niggaz
  We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz
  We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz
  Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey
  Violator - nigga what nigga (Grimey)
  This shit is serious (Grimey)
  (Grimey) (Grimey)

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  Blam!!!

  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

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  Married To Marijuanashow lyrics

  Married To Marijuana

  [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

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  Nothin'show lyrics

  Nothin'

  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!)

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  Holla Back Slimeshow lyrics

  Holla Back Slime

  [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!

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  I Should Have Sent Flowersshow lyrics

  I Should Have Sent Flowers

  I shouldn't have said that.
  What was I thinking, what was I doing?
  Where did I go wrong?
  I walked so far and followed for so long
  just to say the wrong thing
  It's going to be a good time
  and I know you're not coming
  Set it free if it loves you...
  it's not coming back
  I've lost weight and I look pale
  But you look good, I couldn't help but notice
  I've lost weight and I look pale
  but you look good, I couldn't help myself
  Just like last time, just like this time
  Just like next time, just like the last time
  I was your number one god damn fan
  I was the best friend you never had
  I was your number one god damn fan
  I was the best you'll never have
  Is this supposed to make it better?
  If you're going to burn it, burn it all
  Burn it all and walk away
  What was I thinking, what was I doing?
  What was I thinking, where did I go wrong?
  What were we thinking, what were we doing?
  What were we thinking, where did we go wrong?
  I haven't been sleeping, but I've been dreaming
  I haven't been eating, but I've been thinking
  I've found the best place in the world

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  Mudmonstershow lyrics

  Mudmonster

  I have nothing but contempt,
  For how you think and how you live.
  Twisted words to suit your vision,
  Took what wasn't yours to give.
  You are not a god.
  You are not a man.
  You are just a thief.
  Come take from me.
  How does the sun feel on your back?
  How does your foot feel on her back?
  I won't accept your life.
  I won't steal her life.
  How do you crush life?
  How do you justify your life?
  I will walk past your tradition and I won't look back.
  Won't respect your position.
  I think you missed his point.
  I don't think he speaks to you.
  I can look in your eye,
  And know it for what you turned into.
  Monster.

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  Leadpipe Momentshow lyrics

  Leadpipe Moment

  My problem is I can see it.
  My problem is I have seen it.
  Look what it's done to me.
  Watching what it's done to you.
  13 hours at a time, or 9-5.
  We're in this for our lives.
  13 hours at a time.
  Are you alive?
  Are you a lie?
  What about standing up?
  What about fighting for your life?
  What about standing up?
  What're you going to do when the good guys lose?
  Day after day you're on your back.
  A slave so long,
  You've lost track 13 hours at a time, or 9-5.
  We're in this for our lives.
  13 hours at a time.
  Are you afraid?
  Afraid to try?
  Are you alive?
  Are you a lie?
  You're a lie.
  This is a fight.
  Do what's right.
  This is a fight to stay alive.
  This is a fight for our lives.
  This is a fight.

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  My Bloody Clownsuitshow lyrics

  My Bloody Clownsuit

  I just watched somebody die.
  I just swallowed another lie.
  I don't want to see people die.
  I don't want to swallow another lie.
  It's time to own up to what you said,
  To back up what you've done.
  The TV screen - you want something from me.
  The TV screams - you get nothing from me.
  The TV screen - you want something from me.
  The TV screams - you get nothing from me.
  This is how you can face this when I think that I hate you.
  Another life, another lie, mass murders of the mind.
  I don't want to be afraid.
  Another life, another lie, mass murders of my mind.
  I don't want to be afraid to go outside.
  This is why we hide.
  This is why we die.
  This is why.

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  Nobody Takes Pictures Of The Drummershow lyrics

  Nobody Takes Pictures Of The Drummer

  Watched your lips move during that interview.
  That voice wasn't yours.
  Spitting poison that's not dangerous,
  Throwing knives that are dull.
  I read what you said in that interview.
  Was that you?
  Why didn't it hurt you when you cut yourself?
  How come there's no blood coming from those wounds?
  Just not that cool.
  You're no hero.
  What if you meant it?
  We meant it when we sang along.
  What the fuck did you think I was pointing my finger at?
  My see-through-hero,
  You can't block the bullets I'm going to shoot at you.

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  Last One For The Moneyshow lyrics

  Last One For The Money

  Last chance kids, it's time to rock
  It's time to move, it's time to live
  Last chance kids, before we're old
  Before we're tired, before we give
  I can dodge bullets and get up from any beating
  I can be whatever I want when I grow up
  If this is the last time we play the last song
  Will you remember how you moved?
  If this is the first time you heard a new song
  Will you feel it, feel the burn?
  Will you remember how you danced
  and how you felt and what it was like to matter?
  Will you remember what it was like?
  Before we got old, before we got tired
  Before we gave in?
  Last chance kids, it's time to rock
  It's time to move, it's time to live
  Last chance kids
  Before we're old, before we're tired
  Before we give, last chance

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  Nosferatushow lyrics

  Nosferatu

  Go about your business
  There is nothing to see here
  Go about your business
  There is nothing to love here
  There's a storm coming, lock up your windows
  Go about your business
  there is nothing to see here
  Go about your business
  there is nothing to love here
  There's a storm coming
  lock your windows and bolt your doors
  There's a storm coming
  Give it a second and you'll see everything
  You'll see
  There's nothing to see
  I've been falling asleep at the wheel
  Daydreaming of insomnia
  Have you been watching?
  'Cause I've been waiting
  I never want to see the sun come up
  I'm never going to be able to finish this thought
  My mind won't stop
  There's a war coming and we're all out of heart
  We're not ready for the last dance
  I didn't save a thing
  There's a war coming
  and I didn't save anything for this dance

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  Puppykickershow lyrics

  Puppykicker

  It consumes my thoughts and haunts my solitude,
  we cover it up as best we can't hide ourselves.
  Hope and ideals are just that,
  but the pain and the sorrow is real.
  We can't see it coming but I know where it's been
  and I can see what it's done and I know how this is going to end.
  Eventually all our pets will run away or die and then where will we be.
  Creation was kind and we learned to live on lies
  and I wish I could feel the other way.
  I feel the pain.
  Our smiles are lies, our smiles are lies,
  our smiles are lies, shouldn't we be ashamed..

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  Quittersshow lyrics

  Quitters

  I can write you a list of everything
  I've ever done wrong
  because it's always on my mind
  but I already forgot what I did right today
  what a sad way to live
  self absorbed and wasted
  did you do something right today?
  I can tell you what I did wrong
  I wrote this song
  what makes the wheels in your mind turn?
  lobotomize ourselves with work and television
  you're looking forward to never thinking again?
  Forget it, quitter
  What did you do right today?

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  Scarecrowshow lyrics

  Scarecrow

  look outside as the world is dying.
  look inside half of you are dead.
  look outside you want a reason.
  hell on earth with the angels dead.
  living life under the shadows of illusion.
  protected by others from the horrors of ourselves.
  threat of destruction by our own twisted creations.
  ignore the warning cries from the strawmen who failed us.
  die for your dollars, die for your leaders,
  die for your religion, die for your car.
  die. (x5)
  The scarecrow walks tonight.
  stop killing ourselves or tomorrow we'll wake up dead.
  look outside as the world is dying.
  look inside half of you are dead.
  look outside you want a reason.
  hell on earth with the angels dead.
  die for your religion.
  die for your country.
  die for your faith.
  your death was a waste.
  hell on earth.

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  Bring Itshow lyrics

  Bring It

  Running out of reasons to try.
  Running out of things to say.
  Running out of smiles to fake.
  Running out of ways to lie.
  Running out of reasons.
  What the fuck am I going to do?
  This is my life.
  What the fuck am I going to do?
  Too busy to hit bottom.
  I don't have time to burn out.
  I live to toe the line so bring it on.
  I'm not interested in conciliation.
  I don't have time for sympathy,
  And I hate surprises.
  If this is it then let me know.
  If it's gonna get worse I can take it...try me.
  It's the best that I've got.
  Make it enough.
  It's the best that you'll get.
  Make it enough.
  I don't have time to hit bottom.
  It takes too long to climb back out.
  I don't have time.
  Bring it.