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| Noreaga Miscellaneous 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 fuck that cat's some snitch, I did a bid, came home survival thug don't come thru so I don't show love, that' how they view me hatin' me, tryin' to screw me, and your bitches only catch me in jacuzzi's at some other shows, politickin' with my other pro's Kickin' back, what? Callin' up some other hoe 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 fuckin' face Screamin' how the real when they the snakes Yo, this Titanic bullshit, overdose shit, nap shit 48 hours left to clap shit, crack shit, bogard like Bogota While ya imbosiles still really think y'all real Just because ya bust a gat don't mean you keepin' it real Yo, I'm ill wit' the heat, and I'm ill wit' the pill On the street, or on the mic, dick what you like? While y'all jealous niggas hatin' me just on spite I'm like Digital Underground, do what you like My Cartier's glow like laser's, Fantasia's At every show what, got y'all hoe's pushin' up Daisy's N.O.R.E. the way I plan this shit, yeah like Mase said Phonin' young bitches 'n shit Hook |
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