Verse 1: Noreaga



My life is like a movie aiyyo da bad guy lose

good guy win weak nigga pretend to be live when he not really

I smoke a foul phillie write rhymes try to stay illy

I got two seeds had 'em both in the same month

ya plan it like that but things occur baby moms hatin' me

I ain't hatin' her yo you know what?

Most of the time that's way the go one minute you high the next you low

Not a soul love they just love the doe

Sometimes I think if a nigga wasn't Nore, what

could I have bumped that bitch like I did

and would I get ass as a regular kid, only twenty years

don't understand this shit, nigga fake me, jealous of my manuscript

I, manage to flip, casually rip, for my loyal niggas

fuck that cat's some snitch, I did a bid, came home survival thug

don't come thru so I don't show love, that' how they view me

hatin' me, tryin' to screw me, and your bitches only catch me in jacuzzi's

at some other shows, politickin' with my other pro's

Kickin' back, what?

Callin' up some other hoe



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In a minute, I won't claim no set

Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the Internet

W-W-dot-Nore, if not call me

I used to dream of, gettin' out of this rough shit

Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug shit

In a minute, I won't claim no set

Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the Internet

W-W-dot-Nore, if not call me

I used to dream of, gettin' out of this rough shit

Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug shit



Verse 2: Noreaga



For my thug niggas, just livin' they life

drivin' expansive cars, always got one wife

where they could hide the work at, how to eat plus to work that

Most of y'all hoes know y'all not worth that

And ya know me, type a nigga play no D

I'm feelin' like my man Hollywood

Green chronic make me feel good

Total Recall the hood

remember when niggas just stood where they should

Now these niggas actin' outta place, talkin' out they fuckin' face

Screamin' how the real when they the snakes

Yo, this Titanic bullshit, overdose shit, nap shit

48 hours left to clap shit, crack shit, bogard like Bogota

While ya imbosiles still really think y'all real

Just because ya bust a gat don't mean you keepin' it real

Yo, I'm ill wit' the heat, and I'm ill wit' the pill

On the street, or on the mic, dick what you like?

While y'all jealous niggas hatin' me just on spite

I'm like Digital Underground, do what you like

My Cartier's glow like laser's, Fantasia's

At every show what, got y'all hoe's pushin' up Daisy's

N.O.R.E. the way I plan this shit, yeah like Mase said

Phonin' young bitches 'n shit



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