N.O.R.E.
Swizz Beatz, N.O.R.E.
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Ah, yeeah yeeah nigga! (yeeah nigga) (Rap something to talk about) Swizz Beatz nigga (what's up?, Swizz Beatz nigga) And RR motherfuckers (motherfuckers) (They gone bow down, bow down, bow down) This is the continuation yo, yo, yo, yo A yo I'm hot nigga and You should smell my breath Don't it smell like all I Got is cavities left I hit the left lane nigga Cruise with the crews And f*ck y'all haters - I refuse to lose You can't stop me, God cause I roll too hard No license, just a dumb PBA card You know NORE My shotgun will tear your chest up Leave your vest stuffed Face looking like ketchup So what's this out here And the projects near, near? I pop Cris, but I'm good with a beer Me and Swizz get sound like world war Tanks falling over, big bombs that roar And helicopters is dropping on Faulk and Crenshaw Shit is bigger than how they see it If I die, then so be it Until then, I OD it, them hoes see it Motherfucking hoes see it A yo I "switch blade" niggas Bitch made niggas The Lord called on me, knowing my whole story I holler back like, "please Lord Just come for me" Niggas analyze this, yo watch my wrist Like NORE got fat, NORE must be rich And they sick of this, want to see me dead Because I stuck them up first Then I pissed on they head Fucking faggot, next time I'll led your bed Niggas feel like "Yo I ain't grimy like I was before" Now motherfucker, where you was before? And I don't feel, got coke Just cause I be on tour Fucking hood's finest Niggas label me a street sign Cause I'm always straight up Like the crease line Truth like mirrors, invisible set You fucking dickheads Ain't he invisible yet? Me and Pone like a militant set, stay wet Yo we finished with the army Little young cadets Probably catch me in clubs, I stay low Plus I'm banned from the shit that I go It's like this, every two beats out here They sound like switch I'm like, "get off my nigga dick, the shit" I'm like a All-Star Madden, no bragging Something exclusive like pushing A Porsche Wagon I keep guns and push tons of reefer Plus niggas still hate me and I don't like them neither Start talking shit I hit a hundred on a frog's met Your shit's lying Put a hundred on a door's mat You're fucking hard See these niggas our boss Cause they just walked in like "buck the doors!" and I'm a straight killer That'll snatch you for Been on the run so long That my feet got corns i'm a problem These niggas better watch me close I signed a new deal with Def Jam Watch me rough
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Written by: Samuel J. Barnes, Jean Claude Olivier, Victor Santiago
Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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