| 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 | |
| cuz the rims on my new joint be poking out | |
| i'm about to have no feelings | |
| shit is deep, do they dance with the devil when they sleep | |
| i wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit | |
| shit that they kick in ya ear | |
| when your soul be drifting in air | |
| my gift is half-rotten when i spit it tears | |
| that shit'll drop down my eye, i'm too tired to cry | |
| and i ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die | |
| they say you get what you ask for, so get it cuz you asked for it | |
| if a nigga ain't a thief, then he better have the cash for it | |
| and we gonna be around til ya body rott | |
| and if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got | |
| what!what! what! what! | |
| [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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