woh-woh yea,
eh yo timbland its the jump off right here man,
woh-woh-woh
it's queen bee
it's the jump off
[Verse 1]
I been gone for a minute now im back at the jump off (JUMP OFF)
Goons in the club in case something jump off
I'm back up for the high for the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (WOO)
And by everybody at the bar barcardi (WOO)
Black barbie dressed in bogardi (OW)
I'm tryna leave in somebodies ferrari (ERRR)
Spread love thats what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for my people
I'm the wicked bitch of the east ya betta
keep the peace (EH YO)
Or out come the beast
We the best there was room for improvement
My prescence is felt like a black ever movement
7 quarter to 8 to back to back (BACK TO BACK)
got ya sittin on chrome 7x flat
[Hook]
This is for my peeps with the Bentleys the Hummers the Benz
Escalade 23 inch rims
Jumpin out the Jaguar wit the Timbs
Keep ya bred up
And live good East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if you ballin let me hear you say right (right)
[Verse 2]
It's Lil Kim and Timbaland shit ya drawers (C'MON)
Special delivery from you to yours (MAN)
I rep the bitches he rep the boys
If you rep yo hood then make some noise
I got my eye on the guy in the orange coat (HEY)
Don't he know queen bee got the ill deep throat
Let me show you what im all about
How i make a sprite can dissapear in my mouth (WOO)
Shake up the dice throw down ya ice
Bet it all playa f*ck the price
Money aint a thing throw it out like rice
Been around the world pop the same thing twice
Rub on my tits
Squeeze on my ass
Gimme some head step on the gas (AHH)
Pop the cork and roll up the ash (ROLL IT)
You know what we about sex drugs and cash
[Hook]
This is for my peeps with the Bentleys the Hummers the Benz
Escalade 23 inch rims
Jumpin out the Jaguar wit the Timbs
Keep ya bred up
And live good East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if you ballin let me hear you say right (right)
[Verse 3]
And to the world of the playboy pin up girl
Butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls
You want to meet me cause you know I'm freaky
and you wanna eat me cause you say I'm sexy
got a man in Japan that i do in tahiti
Beleive me sweetie i got enough to feed the needy
no need to be greedy
i got mad friends that pretty (HEY)
Chicks by the layers
all different flavas
MAMI-OSO thats how this thing go
now everybody come get wit the limboy
shake ya body-body
move yo ya body-body
on the dance floor dont hurt no body-body
i'm the one who puts the range in the rover
when i'm steppin out the range (yo it's over)
comin through in the brooklyn mid gear
we gon do this jus like when big poppa was here
[Hook]
This is for my peeps with the Bentleys the Hummers the Benz
Escalade 23 inch rims
Jumpin out the Jaguar wit the Timbs
Keep ya bred up
And live good East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if you ballin let me hear you say right (right)
[Verse 4]
[Mr. Cheeks]
jigga what, yea keep it real, yea world wide stay fly yea yea right right queen
bee l.v 2ooo f*ckin 3 why not, we makin it hot comin through blow the spot com
on eh yo she back at it why wouldn't she be...b.i.g, freajy tah
[Fade]
Noreaga - N.O.R.E. Album Lyrics
Noreaga - N.O.R.E. Lyrics
Writer: CHARLES RENE CALLET, VICTOR SANTIAGO
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Banned From TV
banned from TV
N.O.R.E
moving
shut the f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck
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
f*ck 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 f*ck what! yo i save my shit
and i don't give a f*ck 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 f*cked 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 f*ck is the deal
thugged out entertainment
untertainment
l-o-x
terror squad
this shit is f*cking official
N.O.R.E
moving
shut the f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck
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
f*ck 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 f*ck what! yo i save my shit
and i don't give a f*ck 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 f*cked 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 f*ck is the deal
thugged out entertainment
untertainment
l-o-x
terror squad
this shit is f*cking official
Writer: CAMERON GILES, CHRISTOPHER RIOS, KASSEEM DEAN, DAVID STYLES, VICTOR SANTIAGO, JASON PHILLIPS, JERMAINE BAXTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, SILVER FOX MUSIC GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, SILVER FOX MUSIC GROUP
I Love My Life
[Noreaga]
Can't stop thinkin of the game, y'know what'm mean? Can't get the game out my
mind. Gotta get out the game tonight though, y'know what'm sayin? (Aw, word)
It's damn time. This is real, y'know what'm sayin? Growin up, (yeah) I did my
little work. (what, what what, what) Sold my little work. (What, what)
Y'know what'm sayin?
[Verse One]
Yo, I grew up like the regular thug - sold drugs
Wasn't proud about it, but this is what I gotta do
I copped the Jordan's, and the Fi-la's, too
Yo, I loved the Bo Jackson's, the orange and blue
Used to snatch Lee patches, now I wear Cartier glasses
Thinkin that the earth's axis,
revolves around my waist.. and how the f*ck I feel
Yo I played ball for Vince, yo I handled the pill
Then it dawned on me, came strong on me
I belonged with these, niggaz thuggin with me
So I switched crews, started rollin with the older dudes
Drinkin brews, did what they say, and paid dues
My hands dirty, trying to keep little Lea
And got jerked, the first time I tried to re-up
People my age, tried to say slow my speed up
Cause I smoked bogies, staked on weed up
[Chorus: Carl Thomas (Noreaga)]
I love my life (Love my life, yo)
Sold drugs my life (Did it all in my time)
Its my whole life (Live it up)
I sacrificed (Sacrificed twice)
This game we play (Play for keeps)
I live and pray (Control the streets)
Hear her say (Yo, just live your life, baby, live your life,baby)
Ooo, yeah
[Verse Two]
These is the days of sparkin, I used to roll with Rob Profit
Troy Outlaw, Freddie Bedrock, and Joe Wood
Runnin in Timbo's ???, shine shoes
Section Two, part of Iraq I grew up at
Had to learn how to slapbox, instead of a gat
I never knew rap, all I knew was crack
Yo there's rules to this game, and people to blame
When you see another little brother doing the same
As you used to
Growing up like you
Palyin skully, with his heat out, cellular phone
Getting little drug money, but got the world sewn
I recall, cause he gonna die
Yo, I cry
It's hard to, get tarred up with God jewel, part two
Smily got shot up to (Rest in peace)
Aiyyo, you realize that you miss a nigga (miss him)
When you realize (realize) that you never gonna see him again
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Aiyyo, its totally, up to the team, to me
So don't, make a move if you don't ask me
I'm, casually known, halfly blown
In Miami, cause now Uncle Wise came home
Jello, copped me a Role', copped them one, too
You keep it real with a person, keep it real with you
Use confidence, Thugged Out aimed for dominance
Nostradam' in this, he slits wrists just like ?Glomerus?
??, Grenad', iced out for Tito
Puerto Rico, we live life now cause we know
The other side of the fence stay friendly
Its just war in there, done, there ain't no Henny
I can't live that, dè|?vu, I did that
I gained stats, rumblin cats over Kit Kats
Now I spit raps, park my Benz where the chicks at
And just live with a big stack
[Chorus without Noreaga x3: third time acappella]
Can't stop thinkin of the game, y'know what'm mean? Can't get the game out my
mind. Gotta get out the game tonight though, y'know what'm sayin? (Aw, word)
It's damn time. This is real, y'know what'm sayin? Growin up, (yeah) I did my
little work. (what, what what, what) Sold my little work. (What, what)
Y'know what'm sayin?
[Verse One]
Yo, I grew up like the regular thug - sold drugs
Wasn't proud about it, but this is what I gotta do
I copped the Jordan's, and the Fi-la's, too
Yo, I loved the Bo Jackson's, the orange and blue
Used to snatch Lee patches, now I wear Cartier glasses
Thinkin that the earth's axis,
revolves around my waist.. and how the f*ck I feel
Yo I played ball for Vince, yo I handled the pill
Then it dawned on me, came strong on me
I belonged with these, niggaz thuggin with me
So I switched crews, started rollin with the older dudes
Drinkin brews, did what they say, and paid dues
My hands dirty, trying to keep little Lea
And got jerked, the first time I tried to re-up
People my age, tried to say slow my speed up
Cause I smoked bogies, staked on weed up
[Chorus: Carl Thomas (Noreaga)]
I love my life (Love my life, yo)
Sold drugs my life (Did it all in my time)
Its my whole life (Live it up)
I sacrificed (Sacrificed twice)
This game we play (Play for keeps)
I live and pray (Control the streets)
Hear her say (Yo, just live your life, baby, live your life,baby)
Ooo, yeah
[Verse Two]
These is the days of sparkin, I used to roll with Rob Profit
Troy Outlaw, Freddie Bedrock, and Joe Wood
Runnin in Timbo's ???, shine shoes
Section Two, part of Iraq I grew up at
Had to learn how to slapbox, instead of a gat
I never knew rap, all I knew was crack
Yo there's rules to this game, and people to blame
When you see another little brother doing the same
As you used to
Growing up like you
Palyin skully, with his heat out, cellular phone
Getting little drug money, but got the world sewn
I recall, cause he gonna die
Yo, I cry
It's hard to, get tarred up with God jewel, part two
Smily got shot up to (Rest in peace)
Aiyyo, you realize that you miss a nigga (miss him)
When you realize (realize) that you never gonna see him again
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Aiyyo, its totally, up to the team, to me
So don't, make a move if you don't ask me
I'm, casually known, halfly blown
In Miami, cause now Uncle Wise came home
Jello, copped me a Role', copped them one, too
You keep it real with a person, keep it real with you
Use confidence, Thugged Out aimed for dominance
Nostradam' in this, he slits wrists just like ?Glomerus?
??, Grenad', iced out for Tito
Puerto Rico, we live life now cause we know
The other side of the fence stay friendly
Its just war in there, done, there ain't no Henny
I can't live that, dè|?vu, I did that
I gained stats, rumblin cats over Kit Kats
Now I spit raps, park my Benz where the chicks at
And just live with a big stack
[Chorus without Noreaga x3: third time acappella]
Writer: VICTOR SANTIAGO, FREDERICK PAUL GORDON, VINCENT F. BELL, LAMONT PORTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
N.O.R.E.
[Noreaga]
it's like a gun trilogy, gat strategy
what, noreaga, lay out like your majesty
aspect mine when y'all niggaz hear my par
have y'all straight wildin when y'all see my car
i step on your toes, f*ckin ya hoes, chain reaction
take toes, stay in my clothes
keep askin why i keep buckin y'all foes
gettin sucked now, from my f*ckin neck to my toes
still shootin descent, throwin grenades at the precinct
henny, wood, guiness, mad niggaz are gettin finished
fessin it, my niggaz precident
gettin head in the wip, but not pressin it
monster koday, gang related like O-J
friends know me, by my first name Victor
santiago, half-black, half-mohondo
dominicano, people like pope hinquihando
me and tone from T-N in the B-M
drink cristals, won't cancel seagrams
[Chorus]
yo, N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter if you're still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter if you're still treatin
[Noreaga]
yo, it's all reality, my guns blazed for clarity
for charity, had a whole hood ahead of me
gradually, i casually grabb the two techs
blow holes, that'll rip through bird chest
noreaga, get head inside a L-S
wise guy's a man is good fellas
open doors for ladies, never blaze when we see babies
only shoot when we crash through, when we have to
made cats sit back, picture that
yo, respect it, knowin that we now connected
it's like lesty and donny, lesty let donny live, and donny snaked him
stayed for day one, then faked him
the rules of nature, keep your mind on your paper
them cats that ain't been down is down state now, yo
[Chorus]
yo, N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you're still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you're still treatin
[Noreaga]
yo, married to marijuana, smoked mad trees
catch me with the same bitch and believe
only f*ck a bitch twice if she get on her knees
shoot for myself, for myself i squeeze
always hated the cops, yelled, "f*ck them pigs"
let the situation get much bigger than g's
how y'all small cats still runnin round for keys
switch places, hated when the jack go freeze
yo, my bank account tripled, when i doubled at least
had my nigga like c-style, smoke that weed
mad f*cked up, drive benz at high speed
for my niggaz on the run, just know to bleed
[Chorus]
yo, N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you're still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you're still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you're still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you're still treatin
[Noreaga]
what, what, what, what, what
trackmasters, tone and poke, what, what
what, what, iraq all of that
castro, midnight blue, mussolini, sham dulo
a maze, monoray, my boy LP
moneray, jungle, Esco, what up
nature, it's all good, gettin that paper
niggaz on the run eatin, what, it's all good where you come from, dun
bust a gat, represent where you come from, dun
word up, son, what, what, shit is real, where we come from, dun
it's like a gun trilogy, gat strategy
what, noreaga, lay out like your majesty
aspect mine when y'all niggaz hear my par
have y'all straight wildin when y'all see my car
i step on your toes, f*ckin ya hoes, chain reaction
take toes, stay in my clothes
keep askin why i keep buckin y'all foes
gettin sucked now, from my f*ckin neck to my toes
still shootin descent, throwin grenades at the precinct
henny, wood, guiness, mad niggaz are gettin finished
fessin it, my niggaz precident
gettin head in the wip, but not pressin it
monster koday, gang related like O-J
friends know me, by my first name Victor
santiago, half-black, half-mohondo
dominicano, people like pope hinquihando
me and tone from T-N in the B-M
drink cristals, won't cancel seagrams
[Chorus]
yo, N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter if you're still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter if you're still treatin
[Noreaga]
yo, it's all reality, my guns blazed for clarity
for charity, had a whole hood ahead of me
gradually, i casually grabb the two techs
blow holes, that'll rip through bird chest
noreaga, get head inside a L-S
wise guy's a man is good fellas
open doors for ladies, never blaze when we see babies
only shoot when we crash through, when we have to
made cats sit back, picture that
yo, respect it, knowin that we now connected
it's like lesty and donny, lesty let donny live, and donny snaked him
stayed for day one, then faked him
the rules of nature, keep your mind on your paper
them cats that ain't been down is down state now, yo
[Chorus]
yo, N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you're still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you're still treatin
[Noreaga]
yo, married to marijuana, smoked mad trees
catch me with the same bitch and believe
only f*ck a bitch twice if she get on her knees
shoot for myself, for myself i squeeze
always hated the cops, yelled, "f*ck them pigs"
let the situation get much bigger than g's
how y'all small cats still runnin round for keys
switch places, hated when the jack go freeze
yo, my bank account tripled, when i doubled at least
had my nigga like c-style, smoke that weed
mad f*cked up, drive benz at high speed
for my niggaz on the run, just know to bleed
[Chorus]
yo, N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you're still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you're still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you're still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you're still treatin
[Noreaga]
what, what, what, what, what
trackmasters, tone and poke, what, what
what, what, iraq all of that
castro, midnight blue, mussolini, sham dulo
a maze, monoray, my boy LP
moneray, jungle, Esco, what up
nature, it's all good, gettin that paper
niggaz on the run eatin, what, it's all good where you come from, dun
bust a gat, represent where you come from, dun
word up, son, what, what, shit is real, where we come from, dun
Writer: KASSEEM DEAN, VICTOR SANTIAGO
Copyright: Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP , Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP , Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Hed Interlude
I ain't hear you, s—
Yo, yo, I'm sayin', yo
I ain't even know how to ask you, yo, but
Why don't you just bless that goddess on me, baby
Bossy, you know? (Turn over on your back)
C'mon, alright, yo, stop rushin' me
I'ma turn over, though (Turn over on your back)
Alright, what up, yo, what up, what up
Oh, shit, yo, deep throat it, oh, yo
Take that, oh
Wait, suck my balls, just suck my balls
C'mon, just suck my balls, yo
Oh, squeeze my sack, yo (Say my name)
Oh, yeah, Risi, oh, shit, yo (Say my name)
Suck my dick, yo, take that, yo, deep throat
Oh, oh, oh, shit, yo
Yo-yo, sh— God damn, what the f*ck?
Man, oh, shit, yo, take— oh
Some— don't squeeze it, don't squeeze it, don't squeeze it
Don't— come on, don't squeeze it, ah, oh
Shit, what the f*ck?
Oh (Let it go), oh, ah (Let it go), God
Get off me now, ah, get off me, get off me
Yo, yo, I'm sayin', yo
I ain't even know how to ask you, yo, but
Why don't you just bless that goddess on me, baby
Bossy, you know? (Turn over on your back)
C'mon, alright, yo, stop rushin' me
I'ma turn over, though (Turn over on your back)
Alright, what up, yo, what up, what up
Oh, shit, yo, deep throat it, oh, yo
Take that, oh
Wait, suck my balls, just suck my balls
C'mon, just suck my balls, yo
Oh, squeeze my sack, yo (Say my name)
Oh, yeah, Risi, oh, shit, yo (Say my name)
Suck my dick, yo, take that, yo, deep throat
Oh, oh, oh, shit, yo
Yo-yo, sh— God damn, what the f*ck?
Man, oh, shit, yo, take— oh
Some— don't squeeze it, don't squeeze it, don't squeeze it
Don't— come on, don't squeeze it, ah, oh
Shit, what the f*ck?
Oh (Let it go), oh, ah (Let it go), God
Get off me now, ah, get off me, get off me
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Hed
See a lot of niggas talking bout war, you understand what Im saying, war,
but now as a nigga grow, he progreses and he has a lot more happier things
to talk about (more happy), jigga kick that shit
yo you can catch Norea
in L.A.
wit mo bitches, and I tough titties some fly hoe's
wit a pound double o's
b-12's extroidinary pushing a man wit (errrr) exquisite
watch em lock, pivot
move lemme get it
straight dig in it
penetrate till you get straight Bo Riddick
half of ya friends said they aint see him, and him
from A.M. (M)
to P.M. (M)
Ill be chillen wit a hoe in the next B.M.
yo I dodge fast
cant mess wit es crack-heads
back spreads
Purto Rican's wit dreads
yo ma masita
Im not virg just like the margarita
Guanamena, Guantanamena
Jose its like Juan, back at Bia-bone
born alone, die alone
never known to cry alone
I hold it down till Capone come home
I used to never drink, now Im known to drink plenty
Cristal, Henny, Mo get me on the Remmy
packers sent me dolo, but I order beef semi
Dont make me and my click just down many
Guinesses
(whut) stay high like the blimpses
nemesis, blow holes through the premisis
[Chorus]
Noreaga: Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
Noreaga: gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
A yo I cock a cannon
me and French canannon
travel to the top of the Grand Canyon
we dont f*ck, still instead yo our click gettin hed
then we hit the next state
in the next bitch bed
its all fun to us
when we in the tour bus
pola-tickin about which bitches we f*cked
same hoochie that same bitch tha happened in Queens
seeing lil bitches from the hood stripping in dreams
(whut) in it for once
now toked out and smoke blunts
then the pussie, still rock gold fronts
turned out, no doubt
all tha sons showed her the route
yo I did it all when I was f*ckin wit the thugs
traditional, plus a nigga pops sold drugs
yo impeckable like the f*ckin chinese rugs
still sexual, bone'en bitches right in the clubs
yo inadequate
deep just like devil's advocate
I bless that, CNN shirt plus a Guess hat
my whole click touched that bitch and carresed that
[Chorus]
Noreaga: Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
Noreaga: gimme some hed
gimme some hed
a yo peep the verse
cause Iraq like Strange Universe
my chest glow, from the ice left in my gold
it was war when
we used buy weed from Norven
now we straight branch it out
Man shit out
Condow, three floors
bitch four doors
looken for yours
Victoria Secret in draws
yo I love hoes who long dick without asking
wakeing up in the morning, hed action
yo peep it
Nore wasn't always on some freak shit
fell in love once wit this shortie on some weak shit
name was Nova
Im on like the Iatola
carani
catch me wit the next mans ladie
drinking Don P. gettin bent crazy
Cristal is for the ones that only drink babies
yo I love hoes in them g-strings and bow legged so help me God
my dick get hard
see you noticed
most hoes stay focused
below the abdomen
her bell on my scale when im stabbing it
and I bless you wit
niggas take out yall small intestines, mad hoes get addicted
and get domestic
mad cause I dont f*ck em like I use to
bone they ass like I used to
cause now Im used to, just gettin hed
didn't want nothing hit the bed
instead
you know my lah still laying spread
[Chorus (x2)]
Noreaga: Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
Noreaga: gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
yo (whut, whut) its like type crazy, crazy growing up, doin the
same shit I did, doin a lil bid. Three and a half years, shit
felt like a skid nah sayin, you know? I just went and enjoyed
my motherf*cking self, throw my guns in the air
but now as a nigga grow, he progreses and he has a lot more happier things
to talk about (more happy), jigga kick that shit
yo you can catch Norea
in L.A.
wit mo bitches, and I tough titties some fly hoe's
wit a pound double o's
b-12's extroidinary pushing a man wit (errrr) exquisite
watch em lock, pivot
move lemme get it
straight dig in it
penetrate till you get straight Bo Riddick
half of ya friends said they aint see him, and him
from A.M. (M)
to P.M. (M)
Ill be chillen wit a hoe in the next B.M.
yo I dodge fast
cant mess wit es crack-heads
back spreads
Purto Rican's wit dreads
yo ma masita
Im not virg just like the margarita
Guanamena, Guantanamena
Jose its like Juan, back at Bia-bone
born alone, die alone
never known to cry alone
I hold it down till Capone come home
I used to never drink, now Im known to drink plenty
Cristal, Henny, Mo get me on the Remmy
packers sent me dolo, but I order beef semi
Dont make me and my click just down many
Guinesses
(whut) stay high like the blimpses
nemesis, blow holes through the premisis
[Chorus]
Noreaga: Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
Noreaga: gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
A yo I cock a cannon
me and French canannon
travel to the top of the Grand Canyon
we dont f*ck, still instead yo our click gettin hed
then we hit the next state
in the next bitch bed
its all fun to us
when we in the tour bus
pola-tickin about which bitches we f*cked
same hoochie that same bitch tha happened in Queens
seeing lil bitches from the hood stripping in dreams
(whut) in it for once
now toked out and smoke blunts
then the pussie, still rock gold fronts
turned out, no doubt
all tha sons showed her the route
yo I did it all when I was f*ckin wit the thugs
traditional, plus a nigga pops sold drugs
yo impeckable like the f*ckin chinese rugs
still sexual, bone'en bitches right in the clubs
yo inadequate
deep just like devil's advocate
I bless that, CNN shirt plus a Guess hat
my whole click touched that bitch and carresed that
[Chorus]
Noreaga: Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
Noreaga: gimme some hed
gimme some hed
a yo peep the verse
cause Iraq like Strange Universe
my chest glow, from the ice left in my gold
it was war when
we used buy weed from Norven
now we straight branch it out
Man shit out
Condow, three floors
bitch four doors
looken for yours
Victoria Secret in draws
yo I love hoes who long dick without asking
wakeing up in the morning, hed action
yo peep it
Nore wasn't always on some freak shit
fell in love once wit this shortie on some weak shit
name was Nova
Im on like the Iatola
carani
catch me wit the next mans ladie
drinking Don P. gettin bent crazy
Cristal is for the ones that only drink babies
yo I love hoes in them g-strings and bow legged so help me God
my dick get hard
see you noticed
most hoes stay focused
below the abdomen
her bell on my scale when im stabbing it
and I bless you wit
niggas take out yall small intestines, mad hoes get addicted
and get domestic
mad cause I dont f*ck em like I use to
bone they ass like I used to
cause now Im used to, just gettin hed
didn't want nothing hit the bed
instead
you know my lah still laying spread
[Chorus (x2)]
Noreaga: Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
Noreaga: gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
yo (whut, whut) its like type crazy, crazy growing up, doin the
same shit I did, doin a lil bid. Three and a half years, shit
felt like a skid nah sayin, you know? I just went and enjoyed
my motherf*cking self, throw my guns in the air
Writer: JEAN CLAUDE OLIVIER, JERMAINE BAXTER, SAMUEL BARNES, SAMUEL J. BARNES, VICTOR SANTIAGO
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Its Not a Game
This ain't no game man
A lot of people look from the outside from in
Thinking that it's easy man
You know what I'm saying not realizing we work too
You know what I mean we working everyday hard
Getting our hands dirty just like y'all
But y'all think y'all better
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
I pledge allegiance to money weed jewels hoes and big guns
While you dealing in crumbs and stacking funds
Squeezing the ones, so jealous sons have em speaking in tongues
Headed for these slums, screaming at the top they lungs
Bitch made cats, find em wherever you at
Your man in you face will stab you in the back
Life's a bitch, so rub up and f*ck it
You live your life, you gotta love it
Six double o, used to whip a bucket
Left the strip cause niggaz like five seven tips
Hood of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wrists
Long with the stones on my fists
Niggaz hating me, cause I got chips
Left the hood rich
Nutin but diamond dis, head from a bitch
In the back of a thugged out whip
Why not shit
Devilish, your crabs ain't shit
Mad at this, certain gentle wrist
It's not a game nigga
Me move in and move out
Most niggaz try to follow the route
But they can't see what we see
Thugged out like wherever we be
M-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini
Now that's that shit that I'm talking about and shit
Same niggaz that you f*cking wit
F*cking wit them cats that you don't f*ck wit
Whatcha supposed to do?
Both of them are part of the crew
Can't choose side (true)
I don't know, I don't like to go that road
If that's your click, I suggest that you stay wit them yo
While say break up to make up
I say stick together god until y'all cake up
Bitches meet me at the crown plaza
On they period, it don't matter
I'm in the head something serious
It ain't a game god, yo it never was
I get super high, while y'all niggaz get a buzz
My associates that I use to sit and chill wit
Now it's only family I like to deal wit
That I like to build wit
Get high, hold steal wit
So let's do this, all my niggaz run through this
It's not a game nigga
Me move in and move out
Most niggaz try to follow the route
But they can't see what we see
Thugged out like wherever we be
M-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini
The money attitudes the cay in
To many snakes in the way
A getting paid playing laid-back on my days in
I want to enter fortune but which way in
Wit out getting lost in a storm
My pen pages reflect Maze
Why steps from his H on, shades beyond the grave
Golden braids hang from my physical
Bitched scare me
Move mystical enchanting branson weed at me
I'm like fan of be
Vanish from the scene in a blur
But barely seen, clearly heard in my action
And act civil, my palm sizzle from the heat in my hand
We're in your land like a hard drizzle
To reach my pinnacle is minimal
Sinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul
It's not a game nigga
Me move in and move out
Most niggaz try to follow the route
But they can't see what we see
Thugged out like wherever we be
M-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini
A lot of people look from the outside from in
Thinking that it's easy man
You know what I'm saying not realizing we work too
You know what I mean we working everyday hard
Getting our hands dirty just like y'all
But y'all think y'all better
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
I pledge allegiance to money weed jewels hoes and big guns
While you dealing in crumbs and stacking funds
Squeezing the ones, so jealous sons have em speaking in tongues
Headed for these slums, screaming at the top they lungs
Bitch made cats, find em wherever you at
Your man in you face will stab you in the back
Life's a bitch, so rub up and f*ck it
You live your life, you gotta love it
Six double o, used to whip a bucket
Left the strip cause niggaz like five seven tips
Hood of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wrists
Long with the stones on my fists
Niggaz hating me, cause I got chips
Left the hood rich
Nutin but diamond dis, head from a bitch
In the back of a thugged out whip
Why not shit
Devilish, your crabs ain't shit
Mad at this, certain gentle wrist
It's not a game nigga
Me move in and move out
Most niggaz try to follow the route
But they can't see what we see
Thugged out like wherever we be
M-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini
Now that's that shit that I'm talking about and shit
Same niggaz that you f*cking wit
F*cking wit them cats that you don't f*ck wit
Whatcha supposed to do?
Both of them are part of the crew
Can't choose side (true)
I don't know, I don't like to go that road
If that's your click, I suggest that you stay wit them yo
While say break up to make up
I say stick together god until y'all cake up
Bitches meet me at the crown plaza
On they period, it don't matter
I'm in the head something serious
It ain't a game god, yo it never was
I get super high, while y'all niggaz get a buzz
My associates that I use to sit and chill wit
Now it's only family I like to deal wit
That I like to build wit
Get high, hold steal wit
So let's do this, all my niggaz run through this
It's not a game nigga
Me move in and move out
Most niggaz try to follow the route
But they can't see what we see
Thugged out like wherever we be
M-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini
The money attitudes the cay in
To many snakes in the way
A getting paid playing laid-back on my days in
I want to enter fortune but which way in
Wit out getting lost in a storm
My pen pages reflect Maze
Why steps from his H on, shades beyond the grave
Golden braids hang from my physical
Bitched scare me
Move mystical enchanting branson weed at me
I'm like fan of be
Vanish from the scene in a blur
But barely seen, clearly heard in my action
And act civil, my palm sizzle from the heat in my hand
We're in your land like a hard drizzle
To reach my pinnacle is minimal
Sinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul
It's not a game nigga
Me move in and move out
Most niggaz try to follow the route
But they can't see what we see
Thugged out like wherever we be
M-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini
Writer: EDWIN ALMONTE, VICTOR SANTIAGO, BEIGBEDER ALVAREZ, ROMERO CASAS, MUSA ABDALLAH, MICHAEL ALLEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, MISSING LINK MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, MISSING LINK MUSIC
Fiesta
Uh-huh uh-huh, TrackMasters
[Kid Capri]
Uhh, uncontrollable hotness on this plate
From state to state, it's Noreaga the great
I'm the Kid Capri, y'all DJ niggaz, play this shit twice
Yo Nore, tell the story!
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo chicken I knew, her man named Taboo
Friend named Gina, we used to call her Buckwheater
Always come around and just roll reefer
We used to tell her to stop, but she won't either
Her nigga Que said he'd f*ck her but he won't eat her
Chicken I knew came through, and boned Peter
Buckwheater got the word ya heard? I don't know how
Whoever went and told gotta be so foul
So much, playa hatin gotta change the style
Niggaz wanna go and tell about a doggystyle
Buckwheater called me up on the phone
Said she ain't really mad cause she f*cked 'Pone
Now she on some other shit, wanna bone Tone
Player like E.T. wanna phone home
Crazily I zone, shorty gotta call me back when she grown
What?
[Kid Capri]
Where the party at?
C'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c'mon, now where the party at?
Noreaga c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon!
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo let me set it off, show you how I'll break you off
N.O.R.E., so f*ck y'all competitors
Either you a live chick, or a regular whore
Yo I knew this chick, used to rhyme and shit
I used to lie to her, tell her that I'd buy her shit
Yo a crib, the diamonds, plus a whip
Yo I went to the crib, to put it on
Aiyyo, and on the real, woulda put her on
But even when I wrote it, yo the bitch couldn't quote it
I found it real foul, like she demoted
One thing she could do though, is deep throat it
But I kept it real, bitch still ain't got a record deal
Mention my name, keep it simple and plain
She was, off the meter when she seen wood grain
Told the bitch maintain, now we do the same
Or we can hit the telly up, you can give me some brain
What?
[Kid Capri]
Now where the party at?
C'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Noreaga c'mon, now where the party at?
Uhh uhh, uhh, now where the party at?
What what c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon!
[Noreaga]
Yo, to all the bitches, never gave a nigga pussy
Aiyyo this one's for y'all, I make one for y'all
Dedicated, hatin me, gang related
Either I turned you off, asked you to suck my dick
or I felt your tits and came off too quick
Tried to f*ck on the first night, called you a bitch
And I'm a thug nigga, so I don't bite my tongue
And I ain't choosy, yo I take a bitch how she come
You could be a doodoo head boo, and still have fun
But you know bitches, they wanna act all ill
Actin like they really real cause they f*ckin squeal
Said she know Jay-Z, and she know Shaquille
Chicken add me to the list, so what's the deal?
Want a nigga waitin long, I'm off later
She be callin me up, askin 'Noreaga?'
Yo whattup, f*ck the talkin let's just f*ck
"Yo I like the song where you say what-what"
Hang up, call me back when you bout some butt
What?
[Kid Capri]
Now where the party at?
C'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Keep it movin c'mon, now where the party at?
Move it! Move it! Now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Yo Noreaga! Yo where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Keep it movin, uh uh uhh
Uh, uh uh uhh uh
Keep it movin, uh uh uhh
Uh, uh uh uhh uh
Keep it movin, now where the party at?
Uh, uh, now where the party it?
Keep it movin, uh, where the party at?
Yeah yeah, now where the party at?
Word up, one time
Noreaga
Forever baby
[Kid Capri]
Uhh, uncontrollable hotness on this plate
From state to state, it's Noreaga the great
I'm the Kid Capri, y'all DJ niggaz, play this shit twice
Yo Nore, tell the story!
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo chicken I knew, her man named Taboo
Friend named Gina, we used to call her Buckwheater
Always come around and just roll reefer
We used to tell her to stop, but she won't either
Her nigga Que said he'd f*ck her but he won't eat her
Chicken I knew came through, and boned Peter
Buckwheater got the word ya heard? I don't know how
Whoever went and told gotta be so foul
So much, playa hatin gotta change the style
Niggaz wanna go and tell about a doggystyle
Buckwheater called me up on the phone
Said she ain't really mad cause she f*cked 'Pone
Now she on some other shit, wanna bone Tone
Player like E.T. wanna phone home
Crazily I zone, shorty gotta call me back when she grown
What?
[Kid Capri]
Where the party at?
C'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c'mon, now where the party at?
Noreaga c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon!
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo let me set it off, show you how I'll break you off
N.O.R.E., so f*ck y'all competitors
Either you a live chick, or a regular whore
Yo I knew this chick, used to rhyme and shit
I used to lie to her, tell her that I'd buy her shit
Yo a crib, the diamonds, plus a whip
Yo I went to the crib, to put it on
Aiyyo, and on the real, woulda put her on
But even when I wrote it, yo the bitch couldn't quote it
I found it real foul, like she demoted
One thing she could do though, is deep throat it
But I kept it real, bitch still ain't got a record deal
Mention my name, keep it simple and plain
She was, off the meter when she seen wood grain
Told the bitch maintain, now we do the same
Or we can hit the telly up, you can give me some brain
What?
[Kid Capri]
Now where the party at?
C'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Noreaga c'mon, now where the party at?
Uhh uhh, uhh, now where the party at?
What what c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon!
[Noreaga]
Yo, to all the bitches, never gave a nigga pussy
Aiyyo this one's for y'all, I make one for y'all
Dedicated, hatin me, gang related
Either I turned you off, asked you to suck my dick
or I felt your tits and came off too quick
Tried to f*ck on the first night, called you a bitch
And I'm a thug nigga, so I don't bite my tongue
And I ain't choosy, yo I take a bitch how she come
You could be a doodoo head boo, and still have fun
But you know bitches, they wanna act all ill
Actin like they really real cause they f*ckin squeal
Said she know Jay-Z, and she know Shaquille
Chicken add me to the list, so what's the deal?
Want a nigga waitin long, I'm off later
She be callin me up, askin 'Noreaga?'
Yo whattup, f*ck the talkin let's just f*ck
"Yo I like the song where you say what-what"
Hang up, call me back when you bout some butt
What?
[Kid Capri]
Now where the party at?
C'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Keep it movin c'mon, now where the party at?
Move it! Move it! Now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Yo Noreaga! Yo where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Keep it movin, uh uh uhh
Uh, uh uh uhh uh
Keep it movin, uh uh uhh
Uh, uh uh uhh uh
Keep it movin, now where the party at?
Uh, uh, now where the party it?
Keep it movin, uh, where the party at?
Yeah yeah, now where the party at?
Word up, one time
Noreaga
Forever baby
Writer: SAMUEL BARNES, JEAN OLIVIER, LARRY GATES, ROBERT KELLY, SHAWN CARTER, PAVLO SIMTIKIDIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
40 Island
[Kool G Rap]
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)
[Chorus x2]
[Noreaga]
Yo, Listen to me young thug this is some advice
you do a STICK 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 SIXTH BOROUGH no CHICK no deniro
no heat East Elmhurst, HAZEN Street
you feel the fury when you want that BUS, Handcuffed
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 COMMISARY
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.
[Chorus]
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)
[Musolini]
Juveniles get shook in C-74
mobb 2 ice grill when you walk through
come through a fly CAT GETS 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 PC TO HELP protect YA
DONT BUY SHIT cause cliqs sent renim
and have you cut up if you don't pay up
Crips and Bloods all along with the KINGS 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 WENT and I wont go back
niggaz mad cause I keep a stack
and don't PUMP CRACK nigga, word up.
[Chorus]
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)
[Kool G Rap]
C-74 adolescents AT WAR put ya hand to the floor
ya hear nigga gettin' tall holey blaze galore
tricks or ya f*cking 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 SWORD stuck in ya VALOR
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 they body slabbin'in while you was blabbin'in
now know what the f*ck is happenin'.
[Chorus]
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)
[Chorus x2]
[Noreaga]
Yo, Listen to me young thug this is some advice
you do a STICK 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 SIXTH BOROUGH no CHICK no deniro
no heat East Elmhurst, HAZEN Street
you feel the fury when you want that BUS, Handcuffed
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 COMMISARY
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.
[Chorus]
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)
[Musolini]
Juveniles get shook in C-74
mobb 2 ice grill when you walk through
come through a fly CAT GETS 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 PC TO HELP protect YA
DONT BUY SHIT cause cliqs sent renim
and have you cut up if you don't pay up
Crips and Bloods all along with the KINGS 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 WENT and I wont go back
niggaz mad cause I keep a stack
and don't PUMP CRACK nigga, word up.
[Chorus]
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)
[Kool G Rap]
C-74 adolescents AT WAR put ya hand to the floor
ya hear nigga gettin' tall holey blaze galore
tricks or ya f*cking 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 SWORD stuck in ya VALOR
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 they body slabbin'in while you was blabbin'in
now know what the f*ck is happenin'.
[Chorus]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Way We Live
[Noreaga] [DeBarge sings in background]
Y'know what I mean? This for the woman, y'know what'm sayin? Coming up, just
trying to get a nut. Y'all really understand what we doing. Ya know? Y'all
understand that we hurting y'all, y'all come attatched. It's all good. This
one for y'all, y'know what I mean? Yo, ya know? Its crazy. We all together.
[Noreaga]
I used to cut pies, in front of my girl, now I apologized
The reason why: (My fault) she seen the red in my eyes
When I was cuttin it, feelin like the archives
Choppin it down, thinkin I'm, choosing my prize
Never hit the street with out my heat, boo, told me not to
Said, "Paps, we know the jake 'ill try to knock you"
You do your thing, boo, I'll still be there, don't mean to knock you
I know its hard f*ckin with a thug nigga like me
Thinkin would I get locked?
Come home tonight or not?
Black Princess, kiss you when I see you
White women suntan and try to be you
The ?Mellanin? in your skin, make it all see-through
Sometimes he hurt y'all, not understanding what we doing
Sweatin at the foul line like Pat Ewing
Yo from all the brothers
I dedicate to the mothers
My mother, grandmother of the Earth
If it wasn't for women, then it wouldn't be birth
What, its all real
[Chorus: Chico DeBarge]
We're just some thug people (That's what we are)
That's what we are, trying hard to change the way we live
(Change the way we live)
But we can't take back, cause thats what we are
Trying hard to change the way life we live
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo, aiyyo, you got chronic? You got yours, I got mines
Lets get real high, light it all at the same time
Stop holdin, (hold it up) babe its your turn to roll it
I used to spend time outside with my dime
She be, rocking my chain, thinkin she shine
Straight beautiful, yo, I'm really glad that she mine
Kiss you on the forehead, cause yo, boo
This one for you
The stupid shit I did in the past, I didn't mean it
You know a nigga skinny, cause a nigga 'nemic
But when you cook, the way that it smell, the way that it look
Cause chef, plus you look good, that's off the hook
You go to school to
Sit back, or respect dude
Work you part-time, spendin your time around mine
I'm lovin you, thats why I wrote this rhyme
Flying in to Bell Harbor, when we need to shop
It's Cartier, Gucci, Gaultier, shit won't stop!
[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
Yo, its all good, I'm likin that two-hundred ?stand me?
It even flipped, when I was down in Miami
Called me on my cell phone, Jones like I'm still home
Tell me what your wearing girl, or what you look at pillin girl
Step into my life now, share my world
Thats what I like about you, you got faith in me
Be shining by yourself, with little lace with me
The only thing I love more, gotta be the kids
You got the real hair, while other chicks rock wigs
I can remember back then, quite distinctively
When you friends kept saying not to get with me
But you couldn't help it, I know the both of us felt it
The both us melt it, the both of us dealt with
The rumors and the lies, your eyes on dies
Is enough for a brother to cut off ties
To any other chick I used to mess with
Keepin it real, cause you the real one, that I wanna step with
[Chorus: in background]
This song right here, is dedicated to all of y'all, y'know what I mean? Cause,
we know how we are, we know how we make y'all feel sometimes. Knowing that we
ain't doing it purposely. We're just being the person that we are. Hanging
with the fellas, gettin jealous, y'know what I mean?You know what it is. This
one's for y'all.
Word up. I want y'all to tell all y'all girlfriends about this one
[Chorus]
Y'know what I mean? This for the woman, y'know what'm sayin? Coming up, just
trying to get a nut. Y'all really understand what we doing. Ya know? Y'all
understand that we hurting y'all, y'all come attatched. It's all good. This
one for y'all, y'know what I mean? Yo, ya know? Its crazy. We all together.
[Noreaga]
I used to cut pies, in front of my girl, now I apologized
The reason why: (My fault) she seen the red in my eyes
When I was cuttin it, feelin like the archives
Choppin it down, thinkin I'm, choosing my prize
Never hit the street with out my heat, boo, told me not to
Said, "Paps, we know the jake 'ill try to knock you"
You do your thing, boo, I'll still be there, don't mean to knock you
I know its hard f*ckin with a thug nigga like me
Thinkin would I get locked?
Come home tonight or not?
Black Princess, kiss you when I see you
White women suntan and try to be you
The ?Mellanin? in your skin, make it all see-through
Sometimes he hurt y'all, not understanding what we doing
Sweatin at the foul line like Pat Ewing
Yo from all the brothers
I dedicate to the mothers
My mother, grandmother of the Earth
If it wasn't for women, then it wouldn't be birth
What, its all real
[Chorus: Chico DeBarge]
We're just some thug people (That's what we are)
That's what we are, trying hard to change the way we live
(Change the way we live)
But we can't take back, cause thats what we are
Trying hard to change the way life we live
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo, aiyyo, you got chronic? You got yours, I got mines
Lets get real high, light it all at the same time
Stop holdin, (hold it up) babe its your turn to roll it
I used to spend time outside with my dime
She be, rocking my chain, thinkin she shine
Straight beautiful, yo, I'm really glad that she mine
Kiss you on the forehead, cause yo, boo
This one for you
The stupid shit I did in the past, I didn't mean it
You know a nigga skinny, cause a nigga 'nemic
But when you cook, the way that it smell, the way that it look
Cause chef, plus you look good, that's off the hook
You go to school to
Sit back, or respect dude
Work you part-time, spendin your time around mine
I'm lovin you, thats why I wrote this rhyme
Flying in to Bell Harbor, when we need to shop
It's Cartier, Gucci, Gaultier, shit won't stop!
[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
Yo, its all good, I'm likin that two-hundred ?stand me?
It even flipped, when I was down in Miami
Called me on my cell phone, Jones like I'm still home
Tell me what your wearing girl, or what you look at pillin girl
Step into my life now, share my world
Thats what I like about you, you got faith in me
Be shining by yourself, with little lace with me
The only thing I love more, gotta be the kids
You got the real hair, while other chicks rock wigs
I can remember back then, quite distinctively
When you friends kept saying not to get with me
But you couldn't help it, I know the both of us felt it
The both us melt it, the both of us dealt with
The rumors and the lies, your eyes on dies
Is enough for a brother to cut off ties
To any other chick I used to mess with
Keepin it real, cause you the real one, that I wanna step with
[Chorus: in background]
This song right here, is dedicated to all of y'all, y'know what I mean? Cause,
we know how we are, we know how we make y'all feel sometimes. Knowing that we
ain't doing it purposely. We're just being the person that we are. Hanging
with the fellas, gettin jealous, y'know what I mean?You know what it is. This
one's for y'all.
Word up. I want y'all to tell all y'all girlfriends about this one
[Chorus]
Writer: ERNIE ISLEY, MARVIN ISLEY, CHRIS JASPER, VICTOR SANTIAGO, T. LEWIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Animal Thug Interlude
Word, that means you're—
Oh, I have delivery man, somebody kick my ass
Animal Thug, chill, we gon' get, we gon' pay you, Animal Thug
Minimum wage, Animal Thug
Two-fifty-five
We got, we got the newest, the newest member of the Thugged Out Entertainment
Animal Thug
Animal, why don't you kick, kick a little rhyme or something
You gon' kick some freestyle on this shit for me?
Yeah, sure
See, he's from—
Sticky finger
He's from Iraq, for real
Yo, hey, what's up, man, you talking to me?
Why you laughing me?
Animal Thug, chill, put the AK away, man
Man, I have twenty girlfriend, man, you want some?
Yeah, man
I won't give it to you
Why not?
No, no, no, you—
Girl like big dick
My dick bigger than you
Nah, man, I have it big
My dick longer than you, Animal
No, no, no, no, every—
Every day f*ck two, three, four girls, I'm man
I'm man too
No, I—
Hanash
Hanash?
You smoke Heemy?
You ever test a Heemy?
You know what Heemy is?
No
Lil' Heemy smoking granite
On 40th and 10th
No, no
Francis
40th and 10th, 41st Ave and 10th, got it, man
On the Heemy tip, you want a Heemy?
Yo, son, you thugged out? You thugged out?
Thugged?
You thugged out?
Balled out?
Thugged out
Toto?
Toto, no toto, thugged out
Thugged out like Noreaga
Good people, good people
Oh, I have delivery man, somebody kick my ass
Animal Thug, chill, we gon' get, we gon' pay you, Animal Thug
Minimum wage, Animal Thug
Two-fifty-five
We got, we got the newest, the newest member of the Thugged Out Entertainment
Animal Thug
Animal, why don't you kick, kick a little rhyme or something
You gon' kick some freestyle on this shit for me?
Yeah, sure
See, he's from—
Sticky finger
He's from Iraq, for real
Yo, hey, what's up, man, you talking to me?
Why you laughing me?
Animal Thug, chill, put the AK away, man
Man, I have twenty girlfriend, man, you want some?
Yeah, man
I won't give it to you
Why not?
No, no, no, you—
Girl like big dick
My dick bigger than you
Nah, man, I have it big
My dick longer than you, Animal
No, no, no, no, every—
Every day f*ck two, three, four girls, I'm man
I'm man too
No, I—
Hanash
Hanash?
You smoke Heemy?
You ever test a Heemy?
You know what Heemy is?
No
Lil' Heemy smoking granite
On 40th and 10th
No, no
Francis
40th and 10th, 41st Ave and 10th, got it, man
On the Heemy tip, you want a Heemy?
Yo, son, you thugged out? You thugged out?
Thugged?
You thugged out?
Balled out?
Thugged out
Toto?
Toto, no toto, thugged out
Thugged out like Noreaga
Good people, good people
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Change
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
f*ck 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
Hook:
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 f*ckin' 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
Hook
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
f*ck 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
Hook:
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 f*ckin' 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
Hook
Writer: HARRY JAMES BYART, JOE KILLINGTON, FEMI SANTIAGO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP
Superthug
(Neptunes, start that)
(Yeah)
(Of course)
I'm, I'm actually waitin' on the bus now
Yeah, he says that we have some kind of special assignment or something
He's supposed to be callin' me in any minute now, yeah
Like, any minute
Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone
Hello? Jackson here
Yeah, what? You found Manuel Noreaga?
In the Philippines?
He has a mansion?
Okay, we on it, on it, right now, right
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Ayo, we light a candle
Run laps around the English channel
Neptunes, I got a cocker spaniel
We on the run now, you know it ain't no fun now
And where I go, no, niggas can't even come now
You hate the law, nigga break it, I don't care
And when you get caught, remember that I don't care
N.O.R.E., blow you off the atmosphere
That mean now we on the run, yo if that ain't clear
Weak niggas wanna stick, you but that ain't fair
Yo we down in Vegas, money, skies too courageous
You know I'm on the run, but still rip stages
They call me animal thug, when I'm in cages
I used to move raises, rolled dice with no aces
Now I'm just included in the oasis
Gotta take faces, no time for car races
Check my sky, tell her I got foul pages, what
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Yo, in Lousiana, then Atlanta, Indiana
Forget a city slicker got country grammar
Ayo we goin places, where my sound scan ain't tough
So when I say I ain't N.O.R.E, yo it ain't that rough
I leave the Jake in my fake, askin' all this stuff
I gotta keep my mouth shut and don't say what, what
But yo its hard to, Netherlands got the heart to
Yo from New Orleans, L.A., V.A. to Queens
The I-95, now we hit the Philippines
But now its different, we gotta stay sober
Yo, communicate, Startech, Motorola
Keep it on the hush hush, don't talk to much
Thugged out entertainment, you know we touch
All our whips got navigation
While your whips is just garbation
Is you knowin' what you facin'?
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
This is the life yo, of a superstar
Fly ass mansions, and a million cars
You gotta get the cash yo
And it's live or die
The Neptunes and Noreaga
The limit is the sky, hit em'
Yo, lemme, do it again, do it to win
Last album was a eight, this one is a ten
And when Capone come home, we gon' triple the cent
Yo, I love my family, treat my folks like kin
Rockin' air and better, like a Mexican
Shottin' at my pops, 'cause yo next to him
He told me every thug nigga is a gentlemen
So I took heed, take my time still won't speed
You know a nigga got kids, so my family need
A little more than they used to get
Real, not the duplicate
Takin' no fours, makin' y'all just recoupin' it
Doin' it up, tell me whatcha wanna do wit' it
Capone's plan, passport to foreign lands
Overseas in Japan, politickin' with Chan
Yo, N-E-P-T-U-N-E-S
The way they lace a beat like one of the best, what?
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
This is the life yo, of a superstar (yo, N.O.R.E., NORE, sep' fo' now we on the run eatin')
Fly ass mansions, and a million cars
You gotta get the cash yo (yo, N.O.R.E, NORE)
And it's live or die (steppin' out, we on the run eatin')
The Neptunes and Noreaga
The limit is the sky
What, what, what? (N.O.R.E., NORE)
What, what, what?
What, what, what? (N.O.R.E., NORE, steppin' out, we on the run eatin')
Superstar
What, what, what? (N.O.R.E., NORE, steppin' out, we on the run eatin')
What, what, what?
What, what, what? (N.O.R.E., NORE)
(Yeah)
(Of course)
I'm, I'm actually waitin' on the bus now
Yeah, he says that we have some kind of special assignment or something
He's supposed to be callin' me in any minute now, yeah
Like, any minute
Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone
Hello? Jackson here
Yeah, what? You found Manuel Noreaga?
In the Philippines?
He has a mansion?
Okay, we on it, on it, right now, right
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Ayo, we light a candle
Run laps around the English channel
Neptunes, I got a cocker spaniel
We on the run now, you know it ain't no fun now
And where I go, no, niggas can't even come now
You hate the law, nigga break it, I don't care
And when you get caught, remember that I don't care
N.O.R.E., blow you off the atmosphere
That mean now we on the run, yo if that ain't clear
Weak niggas wanna stick, you but that ain't fair
Yo we down in Vegas, money, skies too courageous
You know I'm on the run, but still rip stages
They call me animal thug, when I'm in cages
I used to move raises, rolled dice with no aces
Now I'm just included in the oasis
Gotta take faces, no time for car races
Check my sky, tell her I got foul pages, what
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Yo, in Lousiana, then Atlanta, Indiana
Forget a city slicker got country grammar
Ayo we goin places, where my sound scan ain't tough
So when I say I ain't N.O.R.E, yo it ain't that rough
I leave the Jake in my fake, askin' all this stuff
I gotta keep my mouth shut and don't say what, what
But yo its hard to, Netherlands got the heart to
Yo from New Orleans, L.A., V.A. to Queens
The I-95, now we hit the Philippines
But now its different, we gotta stay sober
Yo, communicate, Startech, Motorola
Keep it on the hush hush, don't talk to much
Thugged out entertainment, you know we touch
All our whips got navigation
While your whips is just garbation
Is you knowin' what you facin'?
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
This is the life yo, of a superstar
Fly ass mansions, and a million cars
You gotta get the cash yo
And it's live or die
The Neptunes and Noreaga
The limit is the sky, hit em'
Yo, lemme, do it again, do it to win
Last album was a eight, this one is a ten
And when Capone come home, we gon' triple the cent
Yo, I love my family, treat my folks like kin
Rockin' air and better, like a Mexican
Shottin' at my pops, 'cause yo next to him
He told me every thug nigga is a gentlemen
So I took heed, take my time still won't speed
You know a nigga got kids, so my family need
A little more than they used to get
Real, not the duplicate
Takin' no fours, makin' y'all just recoupin' it
Doin' it up, tell me whatcha wanna do wit' it
Capone's plan, passport to foreign lands
Overseas in Japan, politickin' with Chan
Yo, N-E-P-T-U-N-E-S
The way they lace a beat like one of the best, what?
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Superstar (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
This is the life yo, of a superstar (yo, N.O.R.E., NORE, sep' fo' now we on the run eatin')
Fly ass mansions, and a million cars
You gotta get the cash yo (yo, N.O.R.E, NORE)
And it's live or die (steppin' out, we on the run eatin')
The Neptunes and Noreaga
The limit is the sky
What, what, what? (N.O.R.E., NORE)
What, what, what?
What, what, what? (N.O.R.E., NORE, steppin' out, we on the run eatin')
Superstar
What, what, what? (N.O.R.E., NORE, steppin' out, we on the run eatin')
What, what, what?
What, what, what? (N.O.R.E., NORE)
Writer: Deborah Harry, Chad Hugo, Victor J Santiago, Christoper Stein, Pharrell Williams, Pharrell L Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Da Story
[Noreaga]
It was, four in the mornin got a call on the cell
What the hell, you niggaz just shot at?
Yo they missed her, blazed most fired pistols
Now it's our turn, to play calypsos
Yo, me and you, meet me by the two
A war goin on, that's involvin the crews
Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's
I wish my nigga was home, the black Fonz
Yo we rock charms as big as Vegas
Different crews of different size try to player hate us
Top of the league like Bulls and y'all cats is Lakers
Trash since Magic left, but he was the greatest
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan peace God
You and Maze got the info?
Them cats that tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A nigga named Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city
Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly
I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I get there, just blaze God and don't look back
Cause Ricky got no kids and no wifey
So when I get there God it's like more than likely
There's Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what?
[Chorus: Maze]
We strong-arm, blazin firearm long kong
When the beef come niggaz storm on
[x2]
[Noreaga]
Yo like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a mask
Just shot up the whole spot, crib to grass
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
Cut Ricky from his neck to his balls
Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is real
Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feels
Word got back, them niggaz said Ricky a rat
All that, coke we took yea we cooked the crack
The police don't really want us, they want the coke back
It's impossible, just ask the word by the hospital
Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin deep
How he knew where I'm at, how he knew how I eat?
The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?
We hit the spot, then we hopped in the whips
Now it's a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo them fools ?, niggaz drive by me
Iraq banner, not he, ? aqui
[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
Aiyyo we just crashed into the pole, now we roll
another Dutchie, calm down and stroll
on foot, my whole click, got control
of the whole output, now we roll
Yo any nigga be a man for a minute y'know
Then he, turn around once he know you got dough
It's like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror
like Michael, my whole click down to snipe you
Since then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men
Every nigga he hate, was darker than him
Older niggaz than him, stay buggin on him
Tellin him he weak, he ain't touch my skin
But once again CNN prevail, tho-rough
Cause even the G-est don't really understand Hell
I did this, from Iraq, to livin the cell
So y'all niggaz know, what? Meet you back in Hell what?
[Chorus x2]
It was, four in the mornin got a call on the cell
What the hell, you niggaz just shot at?
Yo they missed her, blazed most fired pistols
Now it's our turn, to play calypsos
Yo, me and you, meet me by the two
A war goin on, that's involvin the crews
Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's
I wish my nigga was home, the black Fonz
Yo we rock charms as big as Vegas
Different crews of different size try to player hate us
Top of the league like Bulls and y'all cats is Lakers
Trash since Magic left, but he was the greatest
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan peace God
You and Maze got the info?
Them cats that tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A nigga named Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city
Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly
I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I get there, just blaze God and don't look back
Cause Ricky got no kids and no wifey
So when I get there God it's like more than likely
There's Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what?
[Chorus: Maze]
We strong-arm, blazin firearm long kong
When the beef come niggaz storm on
[x2]
[Noreaga]
Yo like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a mask
Just shot up the whole spot, crib to grass
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
Cut Ricky from his neck to his balls
Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is real
Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feels
Word got back, them niggaz said Ricky a rat
All that, coke we took yea we cooked the crack
The police don't really want us, they want the coke back
It's impossible, just ask the word by the hospital
Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin deep
How he knew where I'm at, how he knew how I eat?
The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?
We hit the spot, then we hopped in the whips
Now it's a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo them fools ?, niggaz drive by me
Iraq banner, not he, ? aqui
[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
Aiyyo we just crashed into the pole, now we roll
another Dutchie, calm down and stroll
on foot, my whole click, got control
of the whole output, now we roll
Yo any nigga be a man for a minute y'know
Then he, turn around once he know you got dough
It's like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror
like Michael, my whole click down to snipe you
Since then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men
Every nigga he hate, was darker than him
Older niggaz than him, stay buggin on him
Tellin him he weak, he ain't touch my skin
But once again CNN prevail, tho-rough
Cause even the G-est don't really understand Hell
I did this, from Iraq, to livin the cell
So y'all niggaz know, what? Meet you back in Hell what?
[Chorus x2]
Writer: PAUL CROSSDALE, KEMAR RICARDO MCGREGOR, TADS DAWKINS, MARCIA GRIFFITHS, BERES HAMMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Mathematics (Esta Loca)
Verse One:
Ay yo, my family, half black and half godbody
Half blood and half leppa?
So nigga weppa?
It don't matter whatever you is
I sneeze in your food (achoo), show you I'm rude
I'm half Puerto Rock, what, Puerto Rican my pops
My moms black, most people call me a mutt
Yo, they always said my first words was what what
And it stuck with me, like my fingers stay sticky
Shifty, lowdown, greedy, and rissy
Take a shit on y'all, then I spit on y'all
Niggas gas like a f*ck, while in my car
Rock the low sport, always show Latino support
My niggas travel from Miami to Cali, Cali to Miami
And even come home the whole winter
Shit is cold in New York, God
Kid, it snow hard
I rather be out of state call me Chico DeBarge
On some other shit
Nice and Slow like the Usher shit
You make me wanna uh-huh, just smother shit
PYP, nigga, play your part
Or you can LFS, yo leave from start
Chorus:
Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)
Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)
Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)
[woman] Damelo Papi por favor
Verse Two:
Special guest appearance
My name hardly gets clearance
Only family will have no interference
Or intersection, it's like a Thugged Out connection
From in-state to out of state, we still eat great
And you know I like to get drunk, roll that skunk
And I travel and pump, while y'all just punk
In your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood
You do what I thought, why do what you should
I got a chick everywhere, while y'all f*ck local
Bitch I bumped years ago, got her throat vocal
I ain't mad though, a nigga like me get mad dough
When I stick with my fam, yo, you know how that go
Rock Armani X, with the Gautier specs
Lighten up, get back, with my chick in my Lex
Yo, that's the issue
I'm on the beats now, official
Playing volleyball, instead of playing with a pistol
I like money, money makes a nigga feel ill
I ain't had to sell crack, since I had my deal
And that's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real
That's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real
Chorus:
Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)
Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)
Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)
Closing:
Now you can get with this, or you can get with that
You can get with this, or you can get with that
You can get with this, or you can get with that
I say you get with this, cause this is Iraq, Iraq motherf*ckers
Ay yo, my family, half black and half godbody
Half blood and half leppa?
So nigga weppa?
It don't matter whatever you is
I sneeze in your food (achoo), show you I'm rude
I'm half Puerto Rock, what, Puerto Rican my pops
My moms black, most people call me a mutt
Yo, they always said my first words was what what
And it stuck with me, like my fingers stay sticky
Shifty, lowdown, greedy, and rissy
Take a shit on y'all, then I spit on y'all
Niggas gas like a f*ck, while in my car
Rock the low sport, always show Latino support
My niggas travel from Miami to Cali, Cali to Miami
And even come home the whole winter
Shit is cold in New York, God
Kid, it snow hard
I rather be out of state call me Chico DeBarge
On some other shit
Nice and Slow like the Usher shit
You make me wanna uh-huh, just smother shit
PYP, nigga, play your part
Or you can LFS, yo leave from start
Chorus:
Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)
Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)
Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)
[woman] Damelo Papi por favor
Verse Two:
Special guest appearance
My name hardly gets clearance
Only family will have no interference
Or intersection, it's like a Thugged Out connection
From in-state to out of state, we still eat great
And you know I like to get drunk, roll that skunk
And I travel and pump, while y'all just punk
In your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood
You do what I thought, why do what you should
I got a chick everywhere, while y'all f*ck local
Bitch I bumped years ago, got her throat vocal
I ain't mad though, a nigga like me get mad dough
When I stick with my fam, yo, you know how that go
Rock Armani X, with the Gautier specs
Lighten up, get back, with my chick in my Lex
Yo, that's the issue
I'm on the beats now, official
Playing volleyball, instead of playing with a pistol
I like money, money makes a nigga feel ill
I ain't had to sell crack, since I had my deal
And that's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real
That's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real
Chorus:
Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)
Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)
Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)
Closing:
Now you can get with this, or you can get with that
You can get with this, or you can get with that
You can get with this, or you can get with that
I say you get with this, cause this is Iraq, Iraq motherf*ckers
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Assignment
[song rolls over Jerry Butler sample - "Take the Time to Tell Her"]
Word up, Busta Bus, my motherf*ckin nigga, man. (Bus) Yeah, this one nigga
right there
[Noreaga]
What, what, yo, you know Nore, type a nigga stay real trump
I ain't the type to fight a nigga, just blaze you up
What the f*ck? All you niggaz wanna say what, what
While you half way thugs sound a half way what
If you ain't with Busta Bus then shut the f*ck up
Niggaz is snakes, in other words just like jakes
Yo, I sell raps, used to sell crack on crates
Its like a stock that shot, oh look what it dropped
Yo, I hate to have to send my niggaz all in you spot
Like Spliff Star
Shootin right all in your car
Busta Bus plug the engine, with bananas
Even if they lose, its like we still got cameras
We play the game like the movie, smoke Lucy
B.I.G. gone, but my favorite song still Juicy
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son don't even know what's happenin
Before the second thought, make you feel the wrath of my clappin
(Boom!) Fire flashin, two holes up in your head matchin
Dope fiend in the corner, itch from eight scars scratchin
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick creamy shit from the gutter
Paranoid these niggaz, flip and make they heartbeat flutter
You's a sucker, (ha) lace you up with my box-cutter
Your mother love your other son like you ain't even his brother
Pussy nigga, I flip up to the max on you, nigga
Pose the violent threat immediately, black on you nigga
Sky maskin', f*ck whatever question you askin
Busta Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we attachin
Hold your corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin with your tape recorder
F*ck is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw till the end?
Battlefield shit, Flipmode Squad, CNN
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Noreaga)]
Busta Rymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Thugged Out (What, what!) Spliff Star (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)
Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Busta Rhymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what)
Spliff Star (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)
Noreaga (What, what!)
[Maze]
(What, what) Yo, it's the same as any, in this game you wanna lose
Jump out the Ac, run up with the Uz', don't move Magically Maze
Lyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby suede
I'm always coppin, poppin, three in the air
For my niggaz not here
Locked in Whitney, tipsies
Specifically, and twist me when its Cristy
[Noreaga]
Let me go again, make sure the shits soakin
Thugged Out and Flipmode is like next of kin
Yo, we do what up, sendin em niggaz that will screw it up
What! Handle your business, God, even if ?Kalu? what up
I rock Clarks, on and off, like John Starks
What? Shoot at your face, God, aim at your heart
Yo, from Indiana to Atlanta, God we got this
Jose Luis, thugs just put me in the hotlist
I rip shows, but never gotta go at hoes
Stay travellin, playin click, just stay froze
I got the left arm, stay in the game like Montan'
My thug charm is everywhere now, dot com
Hear me anytime, you can access it
W dot Nore, yo, suck my dick
Peep me with Akinyele, yo, f*ckin for free
On some thug shit, my thugs stay f*ckin with me
What!
[Spliff Star]
Yo, every battle
Nigga I got your gat, so let me splatter
Into smithereens
Throw some bullets in his jeans
Another thug story, I bust my gun for Nore
Snap a nigga neck, now the law lookin for me
I'm thugged out, bugged out, blow your f*cking mug out
No di-doubt, I see you can't eat what you dish out
Watch, I reach in your soul, nigga and pull the bitch out
Watch my tech rise, feel the shells that it spit out
I'm warning you, send twenty niggaz deep to corner you
Dressed in black
From Brook' to I-raq
Blastin Mack 10's, I be killin ya Benz
Live coverage at ten, on CNN
[Chorus: order differs slightly]
What,what!
[Sample to end]
Word up, Busta Bus, my motherf*ckin nigga, man. (Bus) Yeah, this one nigga
right there
[Noreaga]
What, what, yo, you know Nore, type a nigga stay real trump
I ain't the type to fight a nigga, just blaze you up
What the f*ck? All you niggaz wanna say what, what
While you half way thugs sound a half way what
If you ain't with Busta Bus then shut the f*ck up
Niggaz is snakes, in other words just like jakes
Yo, I sell raps, used to sell crack on crates
Its like a stock that shot, oh look what it dropped
Yo, I hate to have to send my niggaz all in you spot
Like Spliff Star
Shootin right all in your car
Busta Bus plug the engine, with bananas
Even if they lose, its like we still got cameras
We play the game like the movie, smoke Lucy
B.I.G. gone, but my favorite song still Juicy
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son don't even know what's happenin
Before the second thought, make you feel the wrath of my clappin
(Boom!) Fire flashin, two holes up in your head matchin
Dope fiend in the corner, itch from eight scars scratchin
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick creamy shit from the gutter
Paranoid these niggaz, flip and make they heartbeat flutter
You's a sucker, (ha) lace you up with my box-cutter
Your mother love your other son like you ain't even his brother
Pussy nigga, I flip up to the max on you, nigga
Pose the violent threat immediately, black on you nigga
Sky maskin', f*ck whatever question you askin
Busta Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we attachin
Hold your corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin with your tape recorder
F*ck is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw till the end?
Battlefield shit, Flipmode Squad, CNN
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Noreaga)]
Busta Rymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Thugged Out (What, what!) Spliff Star (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)
Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Busta Rhymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what)
Spliff Star (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)
Noreaga (What, what!)
[Maze]
(What, what) Yo, it's the same as any, in this game you wanna lose
Jump out the Ac, run up with the Uz', don't move Magically Maze
Lyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby suede
I'm always coppin, poppin, three in the air
For my niggaz not here
Locked in Whitney, tipsies
Specifically, and twist me when its Cristy
[Noreaga]
Let me go again, make sure the shits soakin
Thugged Out and Flipmode is like next of kin
Yo, we do what up, sendin em niggaz that will screw it up
What! Handle your business, God, even if ?Kalu? what up
I rock Clarks, on and off, like John Starks
What? Shoot at your face, God, aim at your heart
Yo, from Indiana to Atlanta, God we got this
Jose Luis, thugs just put me in the hotlist
I rip shows, but never gotta go at hoes
Stay travellin, playin click, just stay froze
I got the left arm, stay in the game like Montan'
My thug charm is everywhere now, dot com
Hear me anytime, you can access it
W dot Nore, yo, suck my dick
Peep me with Akinyele, yo, f*ckin for free
On some thug shit, my thugs stay f*ckin with me
What!
[Spliff Star]
Yo, every battle
Nigga I got your gat, so let me splatter
Into smithereens
Throw some bullets in his jeans
Another thug story, I bust my gun for Nore
Snap a nigga neck, now the law lookin for me
I'm thugged out, bugged out, blow your f*cking mug out
No di-doubt, I see you can't eat what you dish out
Watch, I reach in your soul, nigga and pull the bitch out
Watch my tech rise, feel the shells that it spit out
I'm warning you, send twenty niggaz deep to corner you
Dressed in black
From Brook' to I-raq
Blastin Mack 10's, I be killin ya Benz
Live coverage at ten, on CNN
[Chorus: order differs slightly]
What,what!
[Sample to end]
Writer: MARVIN YANCY, JERRY BUTLER, VICTOR SANTIAGO, NASHIEM MYRICK, JULIAN GARFIELD, T. LEWIS, MICHAEL ALLEN, TREVOR SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Body In The Trunk
Verse 1
(Noreaga)
Got out the mall yo
This weeded cat rockin a fade
In my face askin can he see the grenade
I woulda?let him see it
The way he came across yo I said nah, beat it
Steph told me buck him
When I reacted Will said chill f*ck him
Yo itæ¯ a small world ya know that weæ£l see him again
He said f*ck you
I said what, repeat it again
(Nas)
Chill son youæ®e weeded again
Slow down god youæ®e speedin again
Face lookin like youæ®e fiendin for hen
Who that wit you, hide the gat yo nigga come here
You got a pistol that must mean you slingin again
(Noreaga)
Hey yo f*ck it yo, I bucked him son
Cause he was on some stupid shit
Thinking he the real thing
When he was just a duplicate
Saying that he hate our clique
Hate our shit
Hate the Firm album and the CNN clique
He said he hate you and wish you ainæ° have a six
He had coliseum jewelry no tito tricks
(Nas)
Thatæ¯ what he supposed to get
Nigga play you close he gets hit
Laying in dirt for something you say you get hurt
F*ck around though, probably with some old school shit
How bad you hit him up god?
You heæ¯ ghost and shit?
Chorus
(Noreaga)
Yo itæ¯ a body in the trunk son
So whatæ¯ it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Yo itæ¯ a body in the trunk son
So whatæ¯ it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Verse 2
(Noreaga)
I had the Queens hoodie on wit the blood on my sleeve
Gave that nigga one offer he could take or he leave
But itæ¯ a body in the trunk son itæ¯ getting scary
What if police pull us over and smell that corpse?
Yo send it, go in the trunk light an incense
Spray the lysol all over the car
I know you wasnæ° dead then but youæ®e hear now paul
Yo it happened like an hour or two
I showered wit boo
Wasted a little time
Didnæ° want to disturb you
(Nas)
For some reason yo I couldnæ° sleep
Yo slept with my heat
Yo you think you in some movie shit son?
I think youæ®e losing it
Pop the trunk whoæ¯ the kid?
You really had to buck him?
You couldnæ° just snuff him?
Yo he had to lose his wig?
F*ck you bring him here for?
What you think I could do?
Somebody couldæ³e followed you
F*ck it nigga Iæ£l ride wit you
Some real niggas gonna do what we gotta do
Slide in this wip and we out
Empty the clip in his mouth f*ck it
Thatæ¯ how we move in this game
Rulin this game
Niggas stayin true to this game
Chorus
(Noreaga)
Yo itæ¯ a body in the trunk son
So whatæ¯ it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Yo itæ¯ a body in the trunk son
So whatæ¯ it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Verse 3
(Noreaga)
Yo son I shot him in the parking lot
Right in the mall
If I would have left the body
The police would have crawled
Yo I did that
Chopped the body up
F*ck the chit chat
(Nas)
Kick back
(Noreaga)
I just lit up so here hit that
Pull over somewhere god
Where I could piss at
(Nas)
Pop the son trunk let a nigga see who it is
(Noreaga)
Not now son maintain and stick to the biz
(Nas)
Yo you hidin it, let a nigga know what he ridin wit
(Noreaga)
Aæght son, calm down calm down
Chill (let me see the nigga)
Iæ¦ a let you see the nigga. ima let you see the nigga man
(Turn him around)
Turn him over ya know what Iæ¦ sayin
(Oh yeah, oh yeah I know that man)
Word?
(Nas)
Nigga name known
Just came home
Thought he cut his shit
Stiarwaves on nigga kept it on some rugged shit
(Noreaga)
Yo son the way youæ®e talking make it sound like yæll cool
Like you and this nigga used to go to school
Back in 204 son tell me its not
(Nas)
Yo pop chill the way he had his soul on the rock
He was on top
(Noreaga)
Locked from the bottom to top
Now this nigga just layin our trunk straight popped
We need a spot where we can dump him
Without no noise
My niggas ainæ° tryin to alert no boys
(Nas)
This ainæ° no game god
Dump his body in the train yard
Under the seven line
We couldnæ° have picked a better time
(Noreaga)
The way he actin
He acting like he dead
Chorus
(Noreaga)
Yo itæ¯ a body in the trunk son
So whatæ¯ it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Yo itæ¯ a body in the trunk son
So whatæ¯ it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
(Noreaga)
Got out the mall yo
This weeded cat rockin a fade
In my face askin can he see the grenade
I woulda?let him see it
The way he came across yo I said nah, beat it
Steph told me buck him
When I reacted Will said chill f*ck him
Yo itæ¯ a small world ya know that weæ£l see him again
He said f*ck you
I said what, repeat it again
(Nas)
Chill son youæ®e weeded again
Slow down god youæ®e speedin again
Face lookin like youæ®e fiendin for hen
Who that wit you, hide the gat yo nigga come here
You got a pistol that must mean you slingin again
(Noreaga)
Hey yo f*ck it yo, I bucked him son
Cause he was on some stupid shit
Thinking he the real thing
When he was just a duplicate
Saying that he hate our clique
Hate our shit
Hate the Firm album and the CNN clique
He said he hate you and wish you ainæ° have a six
He had coliseum jewelry no tito tricks
(Nas)
Thatæ¯ what he supposed to get
Nigga play you close he gets hit
Laying in dirt for something you say you get hurt
F*ck around though, probably with some old school shit
How bad you hit him up god?
You heæ¯ ghost and shit?
Chorus
(Noreaga)
Yo itæ¯ a body in the trunk son
So whatæ¯ it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Yo itæ¯ a body in the trunk son
So whatæ¯ it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Verse 2
(Noreaga)
I had the Queens hoodie on wit the blood on my sleeve
Gave that nigga one offer he could take or he leave
But itæ¯ a body in the trunk son itæ¯ getting scary
What if police pull us over and smell that corpse?
Yo send it, go in the trunk light an incense
Spray the lysol all over the car
I know you wasnæ° dead then but youæ®e hear now paul
Yo it happened like an hour or two
I showered wit boo
Wasted a little time
Didnæ° want to disturb you
(Nas)
For some reason yo I couldnæ° sleep
Yo slept with my heat
Yo you think you in some movie shit son?
I think youæ®e losing it
Pop the trunk whoæ¯ the kid?
You really had to buck him?
You couldnæ° just snuff him?
Yo he had to lose his wig?
F*ck you bring him here for?
What you think I could do?
Somebody couldæ³e followed you
F*ck it nigga Iæ£l ride wit you
Some real niggas gonna do what we gotta do
Slide in this wip and we out
Empty the clip in his mouth f*ck it
Thatæ¯ how we move in this game
Rulin this game
Niggas stayin true to this game
Chorus
(Noreaga)
Yo itæ¯ a body in the trunk son
So whatæ¯ it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Yo itæ¯ a body in the trunk son
So whatæ¯ it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Verse 3
(Noreaga)
Yo son I shot him in the parking lot
Right in the mall
If I would have left the body
The police would have crawled
Yo I did that
Chopped the body up
F*ck the chit chat
(Nas)
Kick back
(Noreaga)
I just lit up so here hit that
Pull over somewhere god
Where I could piss at
(Nas)
Pop the son trunk let a nigga see who it is
(Noreaga)
Not now son maintain and stick to the biz
(Nas)
Yo you hidin it, let a nigga know what he ridin wit
(Noreaga)
Aæght son, calm down calm down
Chill (let me see the nigga)
Iæ¦ a let you see the nigga. ima let you see the nigga man
(Turn him around)
Turn him over ya know what Iæ¦ sayin
(Oh yeah, oh yeah I know that man)
Word?
(Nas)
Nigga name known
Just came home
Thought he cut his shit
Stiarwaves on nigga kept it on some rugged shit
(Noreaga)
Yo son the way youæ®e talking make it sound like yæll cool
Like you and this nigga used to go to school
Back in 204 son tell me its not
(Nas)
Yo pop chill the way he had his soul on the rock
He was on top
(Noreaga)
Locked from the bottom to top
Now this nigga just layin our trunk straight popped
We need a spot where we can dump him
Without no noise
My niggas ainæ° tryin to alert no boys
(Nas)
This ainæ° no game god
Dump his body in the train yard
Under the seven line
We couldnæ° have picked a better time
(Noreaga)
The way he actin
He acting like he dead
Chorus
(Noreaga)
Yo itæ¯ a body in the trunk son
So whatæ¯ it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Yo itæ¯ a body in the trunk son
So whatæ¯ it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Writer: DAMON BLACKMON, NASIR JONES, V SANTIAGO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
One Love
Yo I grew up like the regular thug sold drugs
Wasn't proud about it, but this is what I gotta do
I copped the Jordan's, and the Fila's, too
Yo, I loved the Bo Jackson's, the orange and blue
Used to snatch Lee patches, now I wear Cartier glasses
Thinkin' that the earth's axis,
Revolves around my waist.. and how the f*ck I feel
Yo I played ball for Vince, yo I handled the pill
Then it dawned on me, came strong on me
I belonged with these, niggaz thuggin' with me
So I switched crews, started rollin' with the older dudes
Drinkin' brews, did what they say, and paid dues
My hands dirty, trying to keep little Lea
And got jerked, the first time I tried to re-up
People my age, tried to say slow my speed up
'Cause I smoked bogies, staked on weed up
[Chorus]
I love my life (Love my life, yo)
Sold drugs my life (Did it all in my time)
Its my whole life (Live it up)
I sacrificed (Sacrificed twice)
This game we play (Play for keeps)
I live and pray (Control the streets)
Hear her say (Yo, just live your life, baby, live your life,baby)
Ooo, yeah
These is the days of sparkin', I used to roll with Rob Profit
Troy Outlaw, Freddie Bedrock, and Joe Wood
Runni'n in Timbo's ???, shine shoes
Section Two, part of Iraq I grew up at
Had to learn how to slapbox, instead of a gat
I never knew rap, all I knew was crack
Yo there's rules to this game, and people to blame
When you see another little brother doing the same
As you used to
Growing up like you
Palyin' skully, with his heat out, cellular phone
Getting little drug money, but got the world sewn
I recall, cause he gonna die
Yo, I cry
It's hard to, get tarred up with God jewel, part two
Smily got shot up to (Rest in peace)
Aiyyo, you realize that you miss a nigga (miss him)
When you realize (realize) that you never gonna see him again
[Chorus]
Aiyyo, its totally, up to the team, to me
So don't, make a move if you don't ask me
I'm, casually known, halfly blown
In Miami, cause now Uncle Wise came home
Jello, copped me a Role', copped them one, too
You keep it real with a person, keep it real with you
Use confidence, Thugged Out aimed for dominance
Nostradam' in this, he slits wrists just like Glomerus
??, Grenad', iced out for Tito
Puerto Rico, we live life now cause we know
The other side of the fence stay friendly
Its just war in there, done, there ain't no Henny
I can't live that, déjà vu, I did that
I gained stats, rumblin' cats over Kit Kats
Now I spit raps, park my Benz where the chicks at
And just live with a big stack
[x3]
Wasn't proud about it, but this is what I gotta do
I copped the Jordan's, and the Fila's, too
Yo, I loved the Bo Jackson's, the orange and blue
Used to snatch Lee patches, now I wear Cartier glasses
Thinkin' that the earth's axis,
Revolves around my waist.. and how the f*ck I feel
Yo I played ball for Vince, yo I handled the pill
Then it dawned on me, came strong on me
I belonged with these, niggaz thuggin' with me
So I switched crews, started rollin' with the older dudes
Drinkin' brews, did what they say, and paid dues
My hands dirty, trying to keep little Lea
And got jerked, the first time I tried to re-up
People my age, tried to say slow my speed up
'Cause I smoked bogies, staked on weed up
[Chorus]
I love my life (Love my life, yo)
Sold drugs my life (Did it all in my time)
Its my whole life (Live it up)
I sacrificed (Sacrificed twice)
This game we play (Play for keeps)
I live and pray (Control the streets)
Hear her say (Yo, just live your life, baby, live your life,baby)
Ooo, yeah
These is the days of sparkin', I used to roll with Rob Profit
Troy Outlaw, Freddie Bedrock, and Joe Wood
Runni'n in Timbo's ???, shine shoes
Section Two, part of Iraq I grew up at
Had to learn how to slapbox, instead of a gat
I never knew rap, all I knew was crack
Yo there's rules to this game, and people to blame
When you see another little brother doing the same
As you used to
Growing up like you
Palyin' skully, with his heat out, cellular phone
Getting little drug money, but got the world sewn
I recall, cause he gonna die
Yo, I cry
It's hard to, get tarred up with God jewel, part two
Smily got shot up to (Rest in peace)
Aiyyo, you realize that you miss a nigga (miss him)
When you realize (realize) that you never gonna see him again
[Chorus]
Aiyyo, its totally, up to the team, to me
So don't, make a move if you don't ask me
I'm, casually known, halfly blown
In Miami, cause now Uncle Wise came home
Jello, copped me a Role', copped them one, too
You keep it real with a person, keep it real with you
Use confidence, Thugged Out aimed for dominance
Nostradam' in this, he slits wrists just like Glomerus
??, Grenad', iced out for Tito
Puerto Rico, we live life now cause we know
The other side of the fence stay friendly
Its just war in there, done, there ain't no Henny
I can't live that, déjà vu, I did that
I gained stats, rumblin' cats over Kit Kats
Now I spit raps, park my Benz where the chicks at
And just live with a big stack
[x3]
Writer: VICTOR SANTIAGO, FREDERICK PAUL GORDON, VINCENT F. BELL, LAMONT PORTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Outro
Hey, man, what's up? Man, this is Bubs
Hahaha, hahaha
I hope y'all motherf*ckers listen, yeah
To the whole shit
This album right here
Put my heart into it
I wanted to make sure everybody felt it
Everybody felt it
I wanted to do that
You know, do it one time for everyone
Don't just limit yourself to just thugs
'Cause everybody's a thug, ya heard?
They just do it different ways, do it in different places
Just be on the look out, Thugged Out Entertainment
What's next?
What, what
Hahaha, hahaha
I hope y'all motherf*ckers listen, yeah
To the whole shit
This album right here
Put my heart into it
I wanted to make sure everybody felt it
Everybody felt it
I wanted to do that
You know, do it one time for everyone
Don't just limit yourself to just thugs
'Cause everybody's a thug, ya heard?
They just do it different ways, do it in different places
Just be on the look out, Thugged Out Entertainment
What's next?
What, what
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
N.O.R.E. (an acronym for Niggas On The Run Eating) is the debut studio album by American rapper Noreaga. It was released on July 7, 1998, by Penalty Recordings. Recording sessions took place at Criteria Studios in Miami, at The Hit Factory, Electric Lady Studios, The Cutting Room and Right Track Recording in New York, at Bearsville Studios, and at House Of Hits. Production was handled by Trackmasters, L.E.S., Curt Gowdy, Dame Grease, DJ Clue?, EZ Elpee, Ken "DURO" Ifill, Marley Marl, Nashiem Myrick, SPK, Swizz Beatz, The Neptunes and J "Waxx" Garfield. It features guest appearances from Musaliny-N-Maze, Nature, Big Pun, Busta Rhymes, Cam'ron, Carl Thomas, Chico DeBarge, Jadakiss, Kid Capri, Kool G Rap, Nas, Spliff Star and Styles P.
The album debuted at number 3 on the Billboard 200 and topped the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart with sales of 165,000 in its first week of release. It was certified Gold by the Recording Industry Association of America on September 15, 1998, for selling 500,000 copies.
The album contained the hit single "Superthug" which peaked at #36 on the Billboard Hot 100 and reached #1 on the Hot Rap Singles chart.
The song "The Change" found new fame after then-underground rapper 50 Cent was filmed free-styling over its instrumental. The album's first single and title-track "N.O.R.E.", is featured on the soundtrack of the 2005 video game Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories, as the game was set in 1998, the year the album was released.
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NoreagaThe album debuted at number 3 on the Billboard 200 and topped the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart with sales of 165,000 in its first week of release. It was certified Gold by the Recording Industry Association of America on September 15, 1998, for selling 500,000 copies.
The album contained the hit single "Superthug" which peaked at #36 on the Billboard Hot 100 and reached #1 on the Hot Rap Singles chart.
The song "The Change" found new fame after then-underground rapper 50 Cent was filmed free-styling over its instrumental. The album's first single and title-track "N.O.R.E.", is featured on the soundtrack of the 2005 video game Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories, as the game was set in 1998, the year the album was released.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 68:58
Released: July 7th, 1998
Year: 1998