featuring Gilly the Kid Noreaga



[Clark Kent]

What if I get that nigga Ice Cube to do another joint?

With my nigga Noreaga this time (Thugged Out)

And my nigga from Philly Lil' Gil?

Niggas don't know what the fuck's gon' happen next

Y'all niggas might just have problems these niggas bout to shit



[Noreaga]

Ay yo Iraq shit yo I own that land

With a Lord Amiya like the rest of the clan

My man Karate Kai, he like still in the can

Bless this, go to U.I. like the rest of the fam

These little niggas growin up, straight diggin they lives

Ain't really fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with five

But its, sad to see the hood mad at me

Cause I went from Nore to your majesty

The same niggas that I gruff'd wit and threw up with

And the same motherfuckers that I grew up with

Had free lunch with, played stickball with

Now-a-days they like Papi on some frontin shit

Fuck Noreaga, now I'm Melvin Flynt

Yo The Hustler, I ain't a player, I'm just a hustler

(Damn) Niggas that'll love ya, and straight touch ya

Yo its drastic, hit you with the glock plastic

What, run you over with the van-tastic

N-O-R-E, spit rhymes professionaly

Your boy, ?dunn gone dead? wanna run with me

Every pass you throw will get intercepted

International thug, you're just domestic

I drink Shmirnoff, alcohol infected. Its like...



Chorus: Ice Cube and Noreaga

[Noreaga: 'what what' in background continuously]



Cube: I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight a yeah-yeah!

*repeat 3X*



[Ice Cube]

I heard you stopped, can't rap ho

You niggas duck from the schrapnel

I'm pushin weight like a fat sew

Ghetto fab, I'm in the city again (be-atch)

Got you motherfuckers lookin shitty again (be-atch)

See that nigga Noreaga got them zig-zags

And our mags got you fags wearin shit bags

For life, nigga we could do life or do it right

Tonight, nigga, we can earn stripes and blast mics

Talk about the steppin off

A motherfucker ain't never been the underboss

Always I blaze in hallways, all days

You bitches ain't nothin but frugas'

Yeah-yeah, you better ask about me - Poppa Doc

And ask every freak you know: who got the cock?

So blaze one for the nation, I take vacation, offa conversation

Give niggas irritation, cause I don't rap about the nation

Get the catalogue, I battle dogs, and we'll see, only the strong will

survive

Fuck The Source and the Vibe (Fuck em)

We don't ride, we drive-by

We Westside, nigga realize, we alive

So you can get beef, Lewinsky

Double-double say cheese, butt naked please



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[Gilly The Kid]

Yo, Its a shame though, lil' niggas messin up the game, yo

Heard me spit and all a sudden got the same flow (Gilly rule!)

I die in the streets thats how the game go

I'ma tell you one more time, now let your chain go

I shoot to kill, you blast but you aim low

A ground shooter, me surrounded by troopers

Pretty women, gorgeous feet, with round hooters

You was born to fail, gonna die around losers

Bitch niggas get scared straight

But rich niggas cop a ninety-nine Benz September of ninety-eight

I ran up on you clowns with a nine on the waist

Run in your face, blot in your space, findin your safe

See you really are the fake we the cats that won't break

You niggas start snitchin at your day upstate

So on that note, when you come home, I'm pop you with the eight

At both of your kneecaps, where your weave be at (Damn)

You little sissy, on the streets, you was real pretty

Went to jail, Got A Story To Tell, now you Biggie?

See I'm the sure shots, you cats is the maybes

I'm the real thing and you niggas is frugasis

Crazy fake diamonds, fake shinin

And if you got less than nine and a half, you fake grindin

Name other trio thats fuckin with us rhymin

Gil, Cube, and Nore

A whole different story



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