N.O.R.E, the movie
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comin soon
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(Timbaland, SHUT THE FUCK UP)
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Tryin to be out in '98, you know ???
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(Im tryin to watch this movie)
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This the real shit
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(Shut the fuck UP!!!!!)
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'98, its ours
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[Nature]
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Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
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I kick street tales, choking niggas like i'm sprewell
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golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand
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blow you away like its part of the plan
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i gotta call it like i see it, talk it like i be it
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walkin my walk, thugged out orthopedic
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cause i'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up
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niggas try to stick me like abdul lerima, follow the leader
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make me go extra hard, yo nore should i hold back or show the repirtore
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quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
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i show them why its so hard to reach us
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i get pussy with my fathers features
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puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70
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catch me in spots yall niggas never be
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packed in like green bay
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harlem week to queens day
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performing acapella, no dj
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98 live, no replays
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make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
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that its them again, nature noreaga, wild gremlins
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[Big Pun]
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Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks
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pour on the fort knox lazura
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shark salad with cabbage
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pork chops and applesauce
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twin connection, disrepect watch your body cave in
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pump the shotty guagin, hit the shorty while he potty training
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i ain't playing, i'm truly the worst
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simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed
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uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead
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i'ma a bubble-head, i never listen to nothing my mother said
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ay yo i hold niggas ransom for money
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like johhny handsome
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been sonning niggas for so long
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i think i got a grandson
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my passion is money, a stash and a honey
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that won't ask questions but will blast anybody
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thats my kind of girl, kinda of world i want to live in
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not a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon
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just a little ghetto
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where my niggas control the middle
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we know the riddles of life where others know only a little
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[Cam'ron]
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yo, yo been in rich places, sick places
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seen my story on 6,666 pages
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wages, i wrote six aces
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and at the same dice games, i caught six cases
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all over big faces, now it's tipped laces
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ready to dig faces, but the bang it ain't
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bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages
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cats like to rip places
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bloody lip tastes, but the Cam is in big races?
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but i stay in import the pig places
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but the world know the girl though
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i fuck her off a furlough
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she'll be up, hook me up
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all your sales could be luck
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only question for these ducks is
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baby girl can we fuck
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you the type that need a wife
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thought L-o-x told yall the key to life
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asshole, yo i don't play around
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i lay it down
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fuck around, i spray around
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flick a biscuit, nigga risk it
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my ass, you can kick or kiss it
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[Jadakiss] (Styles)
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Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this
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(Bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips
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Like 2 thirds of a brick (Paniero and 'Kiss)
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And kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the (back of a whip)
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(See the plan is to stash all), and cash yall
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(The weed so strong), they gotta put it glass jars
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Niggas try to smoke me out, (mope me out)
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Cuz the rims on my new joint be poking out
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(I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep)
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Do they dance with the devil when they sleep
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(I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit)
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Shit that they kick in ya ear,
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when your soul be driftin in air
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My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears
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That shit'll drop down my eye,
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I'm too tired to cry,
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(and I ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die)
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(They say you get what you ask for)
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So get it cuz you asked for it
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(If a nigga ain't a thief) then he better have the cash for it
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And we gonna be around til ya body rot
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And if the feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
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What! What! What! What!
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[Noreaga]
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yo,yo! ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain
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the other smoke chronic like straight to the brain
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ay yo lets get loose, hennesey straight, with tomato juice
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queens stallion, my guns, fully italian
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| now yall niggas recogniz |
