Альбом N.O.R.E.

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f/ Musolini

Verse 1: Noreaga

Yo I grew up like the regular thug, I think I told you that
My only means of gettin money was to sell the crack
I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of that
So now I kick back and get paid for raw rap
Nigga 'Pone ain't home, not yet (not yet?)
Yo it don't matter cuz we's all on the same set
Me and ??? kick it on the here and there
The really head to tough but the love is there
My pops died on July 3rd, '98
So now a nigga need mad herb
Cuz my pops is here yo he loved his son
Matter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gun
And said "Popi, you gotta protect ya moms
Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms"
He used to make me hit the punching bag
My dad, he was a boxer god
And he really was glad yo the boxing the golden glove
He just a thug and I love him yo
So I'ma spread that love...

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes
Sometimes I want Channel 8, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk all god damn day
Sometimes I wanna go back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke, sometimes
Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

Verse 2: Musolini

I cock and pop 3 in the air for my niggas not here
Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously
Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
And who know it that you go so quick
We all felt hopeless, through blunt smoke
My pen spittin and I show this
I swore an oath you would notice
I go to lengths with my rap strengths
When I think about my past friends K-Rock and D-zo
Primo from the same block as me since we was shorties
The pain and project glory
I get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rush
Keepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, I must
All my peoples street and physical
I still see you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle
Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skies
Touched by dead guys speakin...

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Verse 3: Noreaga

Yo from Biggie Smalls to Killa B too
??? and 2Pac, yo my twin and my pops
Hit-Hard Todd and Smiley, T-Bone too
And plus, my nigga Raheem, from ???
You know I poured out beer for Fernando too
And I still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crew
Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same
I like to cheat a little bit just to run in my game
But y'all niggas ain't here, can't believe this shit
Thought you'd always be here, though we'd always be clique!
But y'all niggas not here no more, it ain't fair no more
Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door
But I maintain still holdin' in the pain
Why my pops had to go, why his kids the same
Mothafuckin mambo, yo I love my dad
I know he probably didn't realize what he had

Chorus (repeat 4x)

Verse 1: Noreaga

Yo I got coke for y'all niggaz, dope for y'all niggaz
Hoes for y'all niggaz, shows for y'all niggaz
My StarTec niggaz, Motorola outed
Zone coaster, hold my dick on a poster
Smoke weed now til its a little roacha
I'ms a fiend gotta have that hydro green
Flip on hoes the bitches try to say that I'm mean
Stuck up aiyyo my chain gleam down to my nuts
Buying kids some cris, neva buy no cups
I thought I told y'all putos straight sucios
My niggaz buy guns and sell em in the studios
Shootin in the hood lay where I'm at
It's too hot out there can't even go to Iraq
Police knowin what went down ya cat done rat
I don't know who to trust, aiyyo plus infact
strange things go on everytime that it's on
Yo niggaz foldin, some holdin still rollin
I'm in the game kid til the game decease
I have million niggaz hearts right on the street yo
It's all gangsta their team straight pranksta
The antenna on my TV still a hanger
Ghetto celeb, SPK right on the web
Niggaz ride bikes and ride on past
I say WHAT yo niggaz ride bikes and ride on past...

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Yo bring it back kid to where you got your props
Have y'all niggaz in the back say fuck the cops
How it's all the same game kid yo in Queens and Watts
Yo it's gangsta, watch the Gangsta Watch

Verse 2: Noreaga

Stop the press catch me with the heat or a vest
Smoke sometimes when I got shit to finnese
When I smoke weed, creatively then I'm the best
When I get hed first then I have a good sex
It's a cause and effect when you fuck with my set
Cause you do that, the effect you get wet!
Fuck around I have ya little team get blessed
Have ya whole little town, mournin off ya death
I make a quick phone call, call Rell and Stef
and them niggaz won't care where ya body is left
22 a just knock you up, and pop you up
67 a glock you up and rock you up
Stupid move now you know you done fucked up
fuckin with the wrong clique, nigga what?
Thug niggaz, grimey and loud niggaz
Drunk fucked niggaz, wanna dump niggaz
Smoke skunk niggas, get krunk niggaz
Night niggaz, police straight and hype niggaz
Hit light niggaz easy to fight niggaz
Don't leave the club til it's daylight niggaz
Black puerto rican and even our white niggaz
Right niggaz flip coke with ice niggaz
Tight niggaz gangsta and trife niggaz
Street smart so I guess we bright niggaz

Chorus (repeat 2x)

f/ Maze, Musolini

Niggas might as well (Yeah!)
niggas might as well fuck with me anyway
I got that fire green ha (Haaaaa!)

Verse 1:Noreaga

The way I rhyme sometimes,is reflect my style
When I speak to hoes, Yo i always be foul
Ask em do they suck dick, can they ride me wild
Here's the day, sit down, lay down,Joe Brown
Here go the low down
Niggas just need to slow down
Melvin what! Yo from as good as it gets
Ya know now, need to slow down, nigga hold down
Flip from Larry, Ya know I hail with my marry
Holla when you hear me, respect me or fear me
Love me or hate me, but you gotta just hear me
Listen to superthug, listen to sometimes
Listen to halfbaked, and listen when thugs rhyme
I aint the best yet, but i'm next in line
It's like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme
It's like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme
It's like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme

Chorus:2x

I'm just a hustla doin what the hustla's do
I'm just a hustla hustlin with my hustlin crew
I just hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle


Verse 2: Noreaga

yo, I buy twenty for ten dollars, sell it for thirty
take that thirty dollars and I just buy four grams
take that two grand, take like four of my mans
go down to main street then wastelands
whut up, china man, china man, need some coke?
his girl do the wild thing like she know tone loc
she be shakin her ass and love to smoke
let her hit the weed, yo hit the weed
let her hit the weed til she ready to go
I roll a philly skinny, and you know I got plenty
conservitive thug like i'm holdin a penny
jenny craig or jenny jones but bitch it's jenny
i'm like nore springer, no ring on my finger
in and out of cells like a bell ringer
i'm like hip hop yall niggas is rap singers
and I hate yall you get the middle finger

Chorus 2x

Verse 3: Maze

Yo yo, now when my pen glow, there's no stoppin my zone
and while yall niggas clone, everything i'm spittin is shown
in my life even now and before
I did us all, the crystal ball in front of me say stay hungry and raw
I pop everything three's, from my shell to my bottoms
i'm aware, when you shinin niggas watch you
I walk these ??conple?? stones alone shit is hostile
apostle in this grown and known from my eyes view

Verse 4: Musolini

Comin out the hood, we aint have to many choices to live
niggas hustled tryin to duck bids we learned as kids
how to sell drugs, cook grams, and get dubs young thug
snake niggas aint got no love
the same way I pump packs
the same way i spit on these cats
the same way it reflect in my raps
let the dro blow, holdin the fo fo, like BIG kickin in the doe yo
find me with Maze on doe low!

Chorus 2x

f/ Kelis

[Noreaga - Verse 1]
Ay yo, we was chillin, on the low
Yo in Vegas, this was at the Magic Show
Had my PNB clothes and my West Coast hoes
Get me at the airport, I'm at the MGM
Smoke Swisher Sweets and Zigs and Zags
Drinkin Brandy straight, out a tall ass glass
They call em Maurice's, I'm wit E-40
Mack-10 yo and that nigga W.C.
Yo in the lobby of the hotel, it's off the hook
They got no more rooms cause the shit all booked
But last night I'm wit Wesley Snipes
Gettin drunk in Cheetah's just feelin aiight
I had to bounce early though, gotta catch a flight
Told Swizz Beatz give a pound to him and his peeps
I had to bounce in the limo, get somthin to eat
Ay yo, I'm bouncin in the limo gettin somthin to eat
It Go...

[Kelis - Chorus]
Cocaine business controls America
Illegal business causin hysteria (4x)

[Noreaga - Verse 2]
On my way to the airport, the limo drive
And then this cat pulled up in a pure white five
He said he hate me and he wished that I'd die
I rolled the window down and I said what's up
I said fuck you, then I rolled the shit back up
I paid it no mind, just drove off tough
And then the driver said to me, yo they followin us
Now I'm a little scared
But I'm still prepared
I'm like one deep wit one gat, nigga I'm here
Then I thought to my self, yo I'm near LaGuardia
Let me cut through the hood and have my niggas just body it up
Have my niggas on the block playin the cut
Call em up, when you see the white five fire it up
At this point I'm poppin shit, knowin I got it
"Come On Motherfucker!!!", out the sunroof I yelled
Hopin these niggas still follow me and still don't bail
It go...

[Chorus]

[Pharrell & (Noreaga)]
Ohh(what, wha-what, what) Ahh
Ohh, that shit is gangsta, Ahh
Ohh(what,wha-what, what) Ahh
Ohh, that shit is gangsta, Ahh

[Noreaga - Verse 3]
My niggas was on the block like I planned
They hit the passenger side up and killed his man
I hopped out the limo and just spinned around
Hit the ground, my niggas tried to hit the clown
I said chill, he say he wanna see me die
So let me hit the nigga up, blow him kiss good-bye
Adios!
Now I just gotta be ghost
I gave my niggas a pound, and then I just hand em the toast
The limo driver got scared and tried to bounce on me
And yo besides the heat, I had an ounce on me
Bullet proof vest feelin like an couch on me
I called the hood cab, oh-5, came real fast
I had to bounce real quick, get up off da ave.
And yo motherfucker that's what I did
Ay yo, I still hit the airport and caught the flight kid
To all the haters, it don't even matter cause we still got doe

[Chorus til fade]

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f/ Capone

[Capone]
Yo, New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop
All the good shit, you smell me nigga?
I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop
All the good shit, you smell me nigga?
I'm on some hood shit

[Noreaga]
Bring it back to the essence when I first rhymed
L.A., L.A. - when y'all niggas first heard me
I was starving on the train just selling my caine
Fast forward to '99, it's still the same
But now I got a car keep my rims, up to par
Only stay in hotels that be five-star
Queens - Akineyle, Mobb Deep, and Escobar
Lost Boyz, Run DMC, Pone and me
No disrespect but Queens got this shit locked D
Yo New York get the bloody money, kid watch me
You know my tempo, I can do it fast or slow
Eat some bubble-gum weed and yell "Geronimo"
All my analog thugs and my digital thugs
For my people that be rowdy wit weed in the clubs
For my knives and four fifths, Bloods and Crips
For my people who smoke Phillies, and knows it splits
And to the niggas on the block that, rock my shit
To the crackhead, waking up the cops and shit
For all the liquor stores, that ain't no good
To all the stocked ones everywhere that be in the hood
For all my people on welfare, don't even care
For all them people gettin money, livin in Bel-Air

[Capone]
Yo, New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop
All the good shit, you smell me nigga?
I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop
All the good shit, you smell me nigga?
I'm on some hood shit

[Noreaga]
Yo, time zone, got blown, madi gon
My niggas get high and still fall in the zone
Bitches, callin me up and hanging up
I ain't a playa, so why y'all hoes playin games?
I'm a hustla, and I even hustle the same
I got hoes fooled thinkin I love em, when I don't love em
And once I get the ass yo you know I'ma thug em
Tell em lies, hit em in they head, hit em wit bread
I'm a millionaire bitch, I could trick instead
Of you lookin foul and you fuckin wit me
N.O.R.E., thuggish nigga out here B
Bloody Money once again, yo this one part three
Classical song, certified, Desert Storm
For my niggas always there when I perform
And scream "What what," when I scream "What what"
Straight wildin, in Superthug and they all be stuck
Have y'all niggas ready to fight, hoes ready to fuck

[Capone]
Yo, New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop
All the good shit, you smell me nigga?
I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop
All the good shit, you smell me nigga?
I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop
All the good shit, you smell me nigga?
I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop
All the good shit, you smell me nigga?
I'm on some hood shit

Overlaping eachother: [ Noreage & Missy Talking]
(Missy)
You know what
(Noreaga)
Use Real words, we got Missy wit us too today
(Missy)
I think a lot of ya'll got it all wrong know what I'm sayin
(Noreaga)
The Millenium
(Noreaga)
N-O-R-E
Swizz Beatz
(Missy)
But you know what
Uh-Nuh
Uh-Nuh
Nuh-Uh
Uh-Nuh
Bitch!!

(Noreaga) 16x
Bounce ya car to dis

Verse: (Noreaga)

Yo Yo, catch me in Wu
In da Coope
All da Bud he would do
Hittin Up Army and Navy
Camouflage gaurds too, Yeah
We dem' cats dat tear up thugs
And we dem' thugs dat beat up thugs
And my cris rosay
You tell I won't say
I jus' smack cats
Yo God I wont play
Turn Ya Radio on
Ya'll hear Nore all day
I let da dawgs do skid
Jus give my da whole K
First it was Wallabees Yo and then came balleys
Then it was Tahoes now da shit is da Nalleys
I'm N-O-R-E what
Im not a sky cat
So there for you put ya own shit in da back
N-O You see me style out
You see me foul out
You say my album took long like I wild out
It to my dawgs wit new whips dats fakin
Them cats Dude don't pay no tax like Kirk Franklin
In LA im rimmed up and all datin

(Chorus) 4x (Missy yellin)
Crazy
Thugged out
Everybody rock da party thug it out

Verse 2: (Missy)
They say Missy why you Bitchin'
Why ya flow so different
Everytime I bust on blocks I keep em' Booty lickin'
Watch my guns they clickin'
Killin' all ya'll chickens
In and Out I knock dem' out they feel my cut insision
Everybody (Ah!!)
Everybody (Ah!!)
Everybody push somebody then somebody (Ah!!)
Imma keep it comin'
Sweatin' til' Im Hummin'
If you stummin' Clap ya hands and drummer keep on drummin'
54 im tired
64 I die
Me and Noreaga we gon' spray ya ass real nice
This one is a Killa'
Slip her on a Trilla'
Missy be dat pilla' quicka' quicka' blow ya swilla'
Heard you was a sinna'
MC jus beginner
Thena Thena Thena Thena cook ya ass for dinna'
Yes I am a winna'
Quick to put one in ya'
If you bust then I'm gon bust
I don't mean to offend ya'

(Chorus) 5x

Hook: (Swizz Beatz)
We sum thugged azz niggaz cuz we thug shit out
Ya'll sum thugged azz niggaz cuz we thug shit out
We sum thugged azz niggaz
Ya'll sum thugged azz niggaz
We sum thugged azz niggaz
Thugged azz niggaz what!
Thugged azz niggaz
Thugged azz Niggaz Niggaz Niggaz Niggaz Niggaz Niggaz Niggaz
Niggazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Verse 3: (Noreaga)
Yo Yo Yo Yo
Stay up in da complex
Go out for projects
it's all good like readas' digest
I got self-asteem Be-Outch
Cuz I got Baggetz
Itchy
Like havin carbs and they crawl on ya chest
Thugges Out
Capone home now no doubt
Understand
If we don't get you
Then our fam Have u
Scared to death straight cogeran man
I been ill yo since a days a dalf a dan
I been ill before da KRS battle wit Sham
Im microwave it
It's so hot ya gotta save it
Ask any Lighty
Chris, Mike, or David

(Chorus) 8x

Hook:
(Nore talkin' overlaping Hook)
Yeah Swizz Beatz
N-O-R-E
Missy Elliot
Thuggin' dis shit da Fuck out
Yeah
We Thugged It Out


Swizz talkin after he does a lil echo part of words
(Swizz Beat)
MuthaFuckers know wit dis is right here right
N-O-R-E
Swizz Swizz Beatz and
Huh
Miss Miss E E (Actually sayz Missy )

f/ Musolini

(Noreaga)
Now tell em to step up into the life of a gangster
Cause there is a difference between me and the other rappers
Other rappers talk about what their friends did
And what their friends saw
IM talking about what I did, and what I saw, smell me?
So it go a little some like this, check it out
Aha, yo, yo, yo..

Verse 1: Noreaga

Yo if I had my choice I woulda been rhyme
I woulda been told niggaz that I coulda shine
A Yo Boricua, Pueto Rica, 100 miles IM running
IM just a nigga for life, straight from, Iraq, just living my life
No tattle tell, he did it, she did it
Why u snitch on grown men, and snitch on kids
Yo my ice go, platinum grenade for show
Tell what? Go tell your little stink ass hoe
So what I got Dou, she ain't going get nothing Dou
I rock the Shirlock home brand, made with Timberlands
Cars ain't nothing now, straight fronting now
I crash one get another one fuck it now
Spanish (ten cuidao te dejo plotao)(degracio, degracio)
What, (que que que que) what...

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Who woulda thought this n-o-r making these hits
Who woulda thought this, my niggaz making it rich
Who woulda thought this; always in and out some shit
Who woulda thought this, my niggaz making legit

Verse 2: Noreaga

A Yo the movie called thugged out
End thug out, by thug out, for thugged out
You live a day in my life and just buggout
I used to live in 5e by the drug house
It was a reign and we all got paid
Cause when the crack house closed
Yo you open your stage, yellow
Bags and green tops, I got mean rocks
Selling crack buying out all the weed spots
I had doe but I still was mad
Back then, national, Willie was my cab
I was hated in the hood Yo by all the mothers
I used to, deliver food Yo my six brothers
Robbing Chinese food man, me and my crew and
Raster boys saying u,s a rude men, I grew up foul
But now ill improved that, did it for my daughter
And my little man...

Chorus (repeat 2x)

A Yo I came up, what what, making it happen
For rapping in the corner the posy we going platinum
Niggaz doubting me duo, cause I was Latin
A nigga Rican speaking for all my Puerto Ricans
Dominicano, Peruvian, and Chicano
We in the same boat, a Yo we all sell the same coke
Getting bag in the pins with the same coke
I love my niggaz and my niggaz love me
You get lock, and get bailed like 1-2-3
Bartolina at the side Yo is your attorney
Clap niggaz clap, clap (clap) Yo case dismissed
Tell the judge kiss your ass, dumb ass bitch
Animal bud, animal thug, animal blood, Yo
Show my niggaz like animal love..

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Who woulda thought that shit uh?
Spanish (maricone tan frontiando como si hicieron algo
En su vida, nunca hicieron mierda, por mi mai que lo odio
Te lo juro pai, hijo e gran puta, sopla pipi chupa panti
Que se vallan par carajo, jala lo parta la madre de lo tomate
Sinverguensa.. He he he he
Que? Que? Que? Que?

f/ Final Chapter

Chorus: Final Chapter
Is you a real or a fake nigga
Get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas
Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga
When shit get sweet, this click we can taste it

{Final Chapter}
Ain't nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basis
The words that test, my job to the shit is trying to ace it
Pissin on this shitty pavement, beef is snare
Cock back scream what, then face it
Real niggas make it, while bitch niggas fake it
Sippin henicee, on the rocks and never O.J. to chase it
My click take niggas back like Jane Close in Acin'
Feelin for niggas who stomach hurtin', never ate shit
Final Chapter, want ya niggas to sleep
Cuz we be comin up this hill, and this hill is steep
I spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat
Thugged out, my niggas lay it down in the streets
Pound to wheat, from overseas, from L.F.C.
Home of the legends, plus missions beats
For this tale to decrease, y'all all turn sucka
We fly O.T., with fire brain in our chucka

{Noreaga}
Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten
And when ya mula correct, aiyo the dough straight just
flow down to ya neck
Get ya cash up, cuz some time you pass ass up
Get ya dough right, I knew you were gonna fuck with a slut
My flow is in and out, and out and in
No doubt, make ya niggas say ouch again
And the shit mine, get my journal's a spit shine
Stay hard, plus a nigga hit hard tard
If I ain't in Iraq, then I'm right in the marge
Tao-tao-tao, like the Flipmode Squad
Nigga hop my shit, so when you cop my shit
You got a shotgun? Nigga gonna cop my shit
Yeah my name papi, but I ain't poppin shit
Straight knock you out, like the Rocky shit
While ya cornballs nigga, straight coppin shit

Chorus: Final Chapter {modified}
Is you a real or a fake nigga?
Get caught and run ya track to the jakes niggas
Trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga
When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas
Embrace niggas
To the death, we be livin it up
All my niggas who ain't givin a fuck
Cop ya shit and bust
Don't look here, if you hate nigga
When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas
Embrace niggas

{Final Chapter}
It's been a while comin, fullback endzone with me
Times is paper, gotta make moves slowly
Things changin, prepare for the occasion
School face only, slanted eyes like a Masian
You ain't amazin me, or facin me
Give them 2 weeks, I hope fiends are blazin key
And when you flash ya cards, you never surprise us
Y'all like deetechs, need better disguises
Word from the wises, get dough, break bread
Catch me with a virgin that strictly give head
And when there's somethin on my mind, then it quickly get said
Freestyle, M.O.B., nigga voi p now
Thugged voice, first choice, ya clowns is secondary
Still full of couple things short like February
From Iraq to P.R., the world is ours
We are, Final Chapter, thugged out, we'll see ya

Chorus #2

f/ Scarlett

{Noreaga}
Yo I be doin this shit, since a little juvenile
Niggas know my style hurt like it's root canal
It's like a little tooth, when it first grows in
It's like buyin a new car, and get towed in
I wrote Queens, who ever they are, U.S.A.
Niggas think I'm Mexican, they askin is you S.A.?
I'm like Crome Parelli, ya first class, we coach shit
While ya factor be in, it's on some coke shit
Yo it's still high up on Washington Heights
They ain't got no elevators, gotta walk up flights
Aiyo the drug game is sour, plus it limited power
You hit the coke man, nigga like gimme an hour
Y'all I ball rough, like the Knicks against Utah
Aiyo I'm going subtile, tiger bone let the juice bar
Anticipated, aiyo have niggas hater rate it
It's thug shit, and that's the only rate, I rate it

Chorus 14X: Noreaga
Yo, What the fuck is up? (Hey You!)

{Noreaga}
Yo, yo, aiyo lately, my gat been on safety
And I've been starvin for ass, even in scatekey
It check for I.D. and hit it like Muhammed Ali
Fly like a butterfly, you sing like a lullabye
You gotta rob, cuz this reach is steel
You on the S.O., I can hit a hundred and peel
Yo I keep navigation, yo you know the deal
That's the mininum, then you know a nigga minimize
Anything less than that is just uncivilized
For the youth I pop my chain, cuz it was thin
I had to put it back together with my safety pin
CNN once again, yo we do it again
While we never could lose, ya never could win
We on Hot 97, you ain't get no spin
I call you Benedict, yo kid cuz you've been a dick
Y'all niggas is crummy, y'all ain't even shit

Chorus

{Scarlett}
Thugged out, Scarlett a set that ass up
Have you gassed up, like i'mma gone give ass up
Have my niggas come thru masked up, disturb ya nut
Leave you there, stuck and put 3 in ya gut
What? nigga, I look good with a scar on my cheek
I'm thin from my hips to the prod of my feet
I see ya man peek, from the drug seat of the jeep
But I'm a straight thug bitch, you can't handle this
And If ya girl act up, I'mma smack that bitch
You should of let that broad now, that I'm scandalous
Fake playas, gettin hurt, then shit it don't play yaself
And ask me for the digits, ya need to quit it
And me and my girls, we all got the same face
If you ain't in the same level then stay in ya place
Wanna diss me, cuz I cut you down quickly
I'm Hillary to this shit, you still fuckin with Lewinsky

Chorus

Hook (2x):
I juss came home
I aint got no loot
I aint trin' 2 sell drugs
I aint tryin 2 shoot
I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit
But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup

Verse 1:
Open day
Now you release
Peeps
Bacc on the streets
You don't want no peace
Need a job or sumthin'
B-4 you start robbin sumthin'
Tryin 2-b made
Like you in the mob or sumthin'
X-tra curicular
Activities swift
You can't
Hit the streets cuz dese niggas a snitch
See yo foul nigga
And he on yo ass
He wanna violate you
You aint got no cash
You gotta see him every Tuesday
B-4 twelve
But fucc dat you come late and he send you bacc
Peep dis
One day you made up some shit
You told him
You was late cuz ya moms is sicc
He said ok next time i send you away
You bettah piss in this cup
Get to urinate
You thought he a homo
So baliff analyze
He juss turn around
And juss pissed out your St. Ines
Reinact it always gotta take attractive
Ayo P.O. when I'm gon be inactive
While I'm on weekly
Switch that up
I get a job soon
You could stitch that up
I'm gon be a rapper
A-yo be real famous
Always on TV
Neva sayin' lame shit
Give me some slacc
A-yo plus the fact
A-yo I gotta job nigga
Yo I'm gon rap

Hook (2x):
I juss came home
I aint got no loot
I aint trin' 2 sell drugs
I aint tryin 2 shoot
I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit
But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup

Talk:
What up boo
Yeah what you mean I ain't callin you collect
I'm home
You messin' wit me tonite
What you mean Trump International
Nah I was thinkin' more like a walk or sumthin'
I aint got no paper

Verse 2:
If you
Want honey bettah have money
If you
Want some ass bettah get some cash
Its like
When I came home life went 2 fast
When I
Left the streets yo
I was the man
Now I'm comin bacc home
New face new fam
I gotta beard
B-4 I aint had no hair
On my face
Used 2 diss me
On the regular
So what I aint got a haircut
No new sneakas
I got old ass Tim's
goin' bacc to the hood
Playin ball on the same rims
Tellin' niggas I rhyme
Let me shyne
At block parties
Yo I left right day
A-Yo I'm real serious
Sell drugs all day
Im gon get on
1st tracc that I spit on
I'm gon lace it
Smuther you and plus taste it
I get my shit upgraded
Yours race it
Now that its on
My girl rocc
Louie Baton/ Gucci/ Bently/ Prada/ Escada
Now that its on
It's like my chic gotta alota
Everything she's supossed 2
She the only one that I'm close 2
Otha people is snakes
I got so much beef for these niggaz on Jakes
Its like some of 'em real most of 'em fake

Hook (2x):
I juss came home
I aint got no loot
I aint trin' 2 sell drugs
I aint tryin 2 shoot
I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit
But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup

Talk:
Yo yo yo yo, dis a story man
bout a nigga comin' home man
he aint tryin to hustle man nahimean
but a nigga was forced 2 do that nahimean
a nigga still came out on top
cuz he hustled, he sold his cracc
but then he startin' sellin rap
and he's still doin that
Ya RAT BASTARDZ

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f/ Final Chapter

Chorus 2X: Noreaga {Final Chapter}

Yo hold me down nigga {scared face to face with life}
Yo hold me down nigga
{trying to eat in these streets is trife}
Just hold me down nigga
{Fuck a bitch, make ya beef ya wife,
'n these fiend for the cream til they team is tight}

{Noreaga}
Yo at Miami, at the Rolex, the strip bar club
Even at Cocos, the strip bar club
Sometimes at Medallions, the strip bar club
Always with dubs, 5 and 10's, cappin battles of Don
For the crazy, spend my cash
But you know I never pay for the head and ass
Were my niggas at? gettin lap dances
Smiles on they face, feel good my niggas be laced
Used to be on the block, just sellin they rocks
Now they chillin with me gettin legal knots
Double L techs, ain't nigga be Vex
Rockin ice burn, never too good to wear Guess
Makin it happen, seein my niggas makin it rappin
While ya niggas be broke and ya never be laughin
We on jet ski's and scooters, private jets
Don't you know we still have our ties to the projects

Chorus 2X

{Noreaga}
Every nigga that you talk to, ain't ya man
And every nigga that you hang with, ain't ya fam
See a snake like a mile away, niggas say I'm weak now
And I ain't even hungry
So listen up, yo this is what I gotta say
I still hungry yo I eat like twice a day
But ya can suck my dick like Mart LeMay
Cool and honest, now a nigga really be arogent
My nigga Outlaw who used to live up in Faragent
We got niggas from all around the world
We even got hoes now, better ask ya girl
We can drink with weed, I'll make ya hurl
Straight twisted, with hydro and how ya be lifted
I told you to hit it light, before ya hit it
But you ain't listen so ya ass is corse
But you can't hang with me cuz ya ass is soft

Chorus 2X

{Noreaga}
Aiyo one's for the money, two's for the bitches that suck dick
Three is for pops and shit, Rest in Peace Mambo
Yo I love you daddy
Soon as 'Pone came home, yo he cop the Caddie
Tell Bob My Weave, we doin are thing
And we got like a whole lotta money to bring
Do are thing with the bent, plus we grown as men
Feedin like 15 niggas, that's next to kin
Sprung niggas out the hood with us
Yo when we do shows, we still got the hood with us
I know you love that, see us on stage, all drunk, with a thug hat
Mic check, so much henny moet
That's BK on the wheels, cuttin up the steels
The niggas bring gats still, just to keep a rep
So don't disrespect, ya won't see the tech
Mano-a-mano, probaly see ya niggas tomorrow

Chorus 3X

I guess it's my turn again, so I'mma do it again 3X

Chorus 2X: Noreaga
If you want it, you can get it
Is you wit it, say what, what, what, what

I guess it's my turn again, so I'mma do it again
Film flap with different languages, and bottles of gin
I hear the crowd say what what, support my ass
I hear the crowd say what what, and shake they ass
Get a jump off, jumped off, and bounce with me
Say what? Why don't y'all just bounce with me
Yo why don't everybody bounce with me
Niggas bounce, ladies bounce, just bounce with me
Meet me at the hotel, smoke a ounce with me
Heard you holla holla, so I holla back
I heard this cat got a track, said I'm weak in my rap
How could stupid say that, when I brought him back
He need to slow down, and get off that crack
Aiyo, he ain't a thug and he never was
I had beef with his hood, where the hell he was?
Yo forget that though, let's play tic tac toe
I throw the mic in the crowd when I'm whippin the show
I throw the mic in the crowd when I'm rippin the show

Chorus 2X

Yo let me do it like one more time, one more time
Get the crowd hype like one more rhyme
Man listen, I'm just tryin glisten
Yo fresh off parole, straight outta prison
Get a green in the crib, yo, to revive me
Huh, every other day when I'm feelin grimy
Proud to be home, rock diamonds grown
If you don't believe ask Lil' Jerome
I did songs with Keith Sweat to R. Kelly
Me, Mya and Raekwon, video for Belly
Pun and Joe, Nas and Nature
Me, Bus, Cam, and the Lox made prettier knots
We got people's that's connected, while ya got half knots
The only gang you connected to is Neighborhood Watch
So what what, keep the motivation
Fuck you nigga, and the Tenants Assosiation

Chorus 2X

Keep ya shit together, yo ya things attached
Yo ya lyrics is hot, ya hooks is wack
Check Feds magazine, see me cover the back
Yo I outpar Rich Porter, AZ, Gangsta Lou
And that nigga Tone Capone
O.T., yo you know nigga phone on roam
Gangsta shit, watch when 'Pone come home
Fuck them other niggas, other niggas shoot them own
Rather shoot myself, then shoot my clone
Make them suck the gun nigga, suck on chrome
On ya mark get set go, yo now you can run
Fuck the Presidente/President Day, I got the platinum one
I'm like Kiko from the pub, yo I pour you a drink
Now assassin in your cup, and you ain't even think

Chorus 2X

f/ Pharrell of Neptunes

[Noreaga & Pharrell]
Bounce wit me, bounce, bounce, bounce 2x
Yeah Yeah 2x
Oh Oh No No 2x
WHAT WHAT WHAT 2x

[Noreaga]
I bust to the scening cuss to the scening
I admit a little bit I lust for the crideam
Everytime you see me see me biggin up my teaming
on the dream of winning trying to make crideam
Thugged out even when you catch me in the cuisine
my clan mad dirty yall too cliddean (clean)
Hennessey and Smirnoff make a nigga middean (mean)
I need two more like I was a fiddean (fiend)
Drinks galore everytime I'm in the citting (city)
0 to 60 didn't want a sixteening
You see it in my coats or you see it in my jizzeans (jeans)
you can't tell you should know the way I lizzean (lean)
Water so clear I think I'm in Carribbing (Carribbean)
everybody gone like we straight clipping
you better watch out when we start flipping
seen you fuckin and you know we're not slipping

[Chorus] 2x
Ohh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT
Ohh Oh No NO WHAT WHAT WHAT

[Noreaga]
Ayo verse 2 coming with my Heineken brew
N O R putting people back in I C U
You ain't even thiddink that I need a driddink
hit you up quick before you could even bliddink
Give you a splitting cut you up with the shiddank
tell your accountant to go and just check the biddank
I damn near broke you and I ain't even thiddink
I gotta churrda lurrda girls like Shabba Riddanks
Guaranteed to be there just like Fed Ex
We write our own rhymes kid you can check the credits
me and Nature stay fuckin with grimlettes
yo the hood baddest the bitches pussy is the fattest
Smack Smack Smack Smack peep Gladys
if you don't know yo then I don't know
I'm gonna get me some head right after the show
you can meet me at the room shit 664

[Chorus]
Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT
Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT

[Pharrell] 2x
I told yall flippers all of yall quitters
don't be contemplating my figgas
Cuz I hang with go getters straight flow spitters
crys and mo sippers carry yo niggas

[Noreaga]
It's all goodnud do my songs for the hoodnud
platinum nigga while yall thangs go woodnud
Yo you try to dis me ya man told you that you shouldnud
I blew over you and I told you that I couldnud
Me and Drag pack it Neptunes on the wheels
he sneakin in at tables and he's sneakin in feels
People walkin in my section that I don't even know
I'm like get lost yo you stay ya ass home
You a frizzeak always see you in the strizzeet
walkin walkin til you get widdeak
You on the E train 7 train plus the bus
I don't even like you cuz you can't be trust
You need to get up out my face ain't nuttin to discuss
you don't like me then cool yo I don't care
but if you get up in my face yo I don't care
it's a dirty game and both of us ain't playin it fair

[Chorus] 2x
Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT
Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT

[Pharrell] 2x
I told yall flippers all of yall quitters
don't be contemplating my figgas
Cuz I hang with go getters straight flow spitters
crys and mo sippers carry yo niggas

f/ Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Musalini, Maze and Goldfingaz

[Lil' Wayne]
They call me the youngest headbuster walkin'
Thugged out in all black, calicole sparklin'
A guerilla till I die bless me when I'm dead
But for the bread I bring ya anybody head
That's how I play it I don't hold back
I tote gats be on the spot were ya sold crack
Nigga feel played then ya fuckin get blown back
I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old mac
Now BLOCKA nigga get off me


[Juvenile]
Get some off that cocky weed and roll that bitch up
Won't play with me like I'ma choke that bitch up
Keep it on the turf I might be killin' to get mine
New prints on the back I make a million in big time
I'll always be a thug until I'm crippled and crazy
I'ma always stay close with Suga Slim, Wayne and Baby
Runnin' with a team off cut-throats and backshots
All day bullshittin neglagince and homicides

[Noreaga]
Cash Money niggas they don't play that shit
Thugged Out niggas we don't play that shit

[Noreaga]
Thugged Out, Cash Money ha
B.G Juvenile ain't funny ha
We try to, get that paper like Bugs Bunny ha
Yo we in the projects with my little honey ha
Yo what up Kiko it gets real check it
We got's this chicks to slauve that right out of Kansas
Heyyo these countless bitches
We used to fuck 'em on campus
You my roley ha ha
I'm your roley ha ha
Fuck with us we leave you nigga fuckin' holy ha
Semi-Latin cruise down to Baton Rouge
Then I got a Hummer that's sittin on 32's
But for the hood we got the eastcoast locked
Magnolia and Iraq now that's my spots
Come anywhere near there and still be shot
Prat Niggas shot Niggas shot Niggas shot Niggas
Shot shot

Chorus

[Musalini]
From N-Y to N-O Thugged Out and Cash Money
I'm a thug B how you gonna stop hungry
We eatin' pop bubbley in beef we pop dummies
Run up in hood honey's it's all good sonney
Throw your sets up nigga
Throw your side up nigga
Ride or die young nigga
Get high young nigga
Stay fly young nigga
Do what you gotta survive young nigga

[Maze ]
Live we fly down in New Orleans
Get it purpulatin
You smell me keep that fire green circulating
Thugged Out with Cash Money
Thugs we stash your arms
Weeds get blazed from your face till feet
With us all we stay deep got beef we're surroundin
My Niggas cock back Macs from here to some 'the houses
Get rocked or get it on if you bout it
Cause boy you're in the zone
You take routes quick like Roy Jones

Chorus

Play that shit, play that shit, play that shit

[Skit]

[Noreaga]
Hey yo the same old G
Yo thats my shit
Switch cd's threw on Nas shit
Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up
Shorty givin me head mouth clogged up
Flusher Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane"
Every nigga probably here probably doin the same
>From the front seat back seat
Stashed in the glove compartment
Where we keep the heat
Shorty try to kiss me
I'm like "I don't kiss
dont take it personal yo some ass this
but it's all good you could still suck my shit"
She star-struck bitch just wantin to fuck
Askin me repeatedly to say "What what"
She sucked my dick till I can't even bust
She sucked my shit I had no more nuts
Heyyo it's time to break before it get too late
Had my wife out while I think I'm on a date
But I rolled the philly and I counted my bread
She said "One more time" and she grabbed my head
I'm like "Wow she spittin on it gettin on it"
Actin like she never had it like she really wanted
I heard a knock on the window said "Don't move"
Yo I'm nearly stuck shorty jumped right up
Heard a nigga say "Don't move and give it up"
At this point I'm shook turn around and I look
BANG BANG Yeah nigga just shot his ass
Broken window plus I got blood on my glass
Get the car door open gat in my hand
Still soapin lookin for who was approachin
Blue suit damn I couldn't see through the tints
Ah fuck it I'll say that it was self defense
But the bitch started yellin raisin hell-in
I probably gotta body or two to see tellin
But then yo a nigga just shot a cop
Pig's blood on my clothes pig's blood on my glock
But they just shot a black man
Fourty one times
He had no gat I got murder rhymes
Whatchoo think they would've did if they see mine
The chick out of control wildin screamin and yellin
I told her to chill before we get a felon
My hand over her mouth I told her cut it out
Gat to the stomach I took the highway hit a hundred
Scared to death wishin I left
The heat in the crib but I didn't it was all red
The bitch sayin she sick stop bullshittin
I gotta cat crib in Jamaica
My little cousin he ain't gon say nuttin
"Son it's hectic right just hold me down aight?"
I'm on Wanted Most America
All of my phones is tapped now God
Yo even my cellular
Me and Martymore shout for sure
Now we gang bangin yo arc the sore
I gotta letter from the government the other day
Yo I opened it up and yo I peep what it say
It said "You can't get away ya hear? -The KKK"
My niggas is sayin I'm hot makin em hot
I'm all over the news for hittin the cop
But I'm still poppin partyin with John Chalkin
He said "Before we talk we need a meal"
I need to get myself up and he can make a deal
I said "Fuck no I dont give a fuck though
yo the cop asked for it plus a nigga got dough"
The same bitch that I was with I'm still wit
Heyyo I felt her neck and I felt her tits
Heyyo the bitch wired then I heard a gat fired
Remembered real quick feeling real sick
I fell to the floor hancuffed the bitch got me
"I was tangled in this all along Popy"
Police got one and my Moms got the other copy
I got bagged up for a bad suck
I guess it's over now nigga got bad luck

Yo to the mutha fuckin police uptown that shot that man
I hope one of ya'll got to fuckin Attica
The other one go to Constalk
The other one go to Clinton
And the other one go to Sing-Sing
And ya'll all wear wigs and lipstick and get fucked in ya'll fuckin assholes
Fuck the fuckin NYPD

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