[Intro: N.O.R.E.]
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Yeah niggas, yeah
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Uhhh, that's what I'm talkin 'bout right here niggas
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That's what I'm talkin 'bout right here Gotti
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This what I needed, nigga
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This the shit I wanted right here
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This another "Nahmeanuheard"!
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It's off Beelzebub for real
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Gon' live my life man (I'mma live my life...)
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Stop hatin' on us (Stop hatin' on us...)
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Talk to 'em
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[Chorus: Ja Rule & N.O.R.E. ad libbing]
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Life, love, me
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I'm gon' live my life, hey
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Thug Life, Lord you know me
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This ain't life, this ain't love, save me
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I'm gon' live my life, hey
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Thug Life, Lord you know me
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Yo, yo
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So what, you think I'm 'posed to live in the hood my whole damn life
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And get married on the Ave. with my damn wife
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(N.O.R.E. & Ja Rule)
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I'm gon' live my life, and she gon' live her life
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(N.O.R.E.)
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And we gon' be a-aight
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So shit, I send the kites to my niggas in jail (Send that kite, nigga)
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And tell them niggas we good, once N.O. sell
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And to my street niggas, we done flipped out and beat niggas
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And made the loudest niggas turn dis-creet niggas
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As far as these chicks, they lovin' the pipe
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And she don't even like you, wanna thug in her life
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See, she wanna a nigga go and walk the hood with her
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That nigga try to front on her, I'm in the hood with her
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Shit, so stressed I could see it in her face--
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When she walking down the block, but with me feel safe
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And them niggas won't front, have them dudes erased, it go...
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[Chorus]
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See I'm a vet, nigga, and I could take you to school
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And it's my fifth album, 'bout to quit like Rule
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So go head and try it, see it just don't match
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And ya man hate me, 'cause y'all just don't match
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Got my gun on me, and I could walk you upstairs
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'Til you get inside the crib, girl, I ain't scared
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And tell ya man don't even come outside (Y'all niggas stay in the crib!)
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'Cause if he even try frontin', I'mma make that nigga run outside
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See I'm a, thug for real, I hold the steel
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And I could walk you through the hood on the darkest hill
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See she love N.O.R.E., plus any nigga like me
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Drivin' in the drop with a 10 cent icey
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Shit, she want a thug that's basically
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See she scared in the projects, but safe with me
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Shit, N.O... (N.O...) R to the E
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Spin out at 90 I'm hard with the V, it go...
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[Chorus]
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Yo, a-yo, good green, 'bout to get some Valley stick
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I'm on the west coast, fuckin' with my Cali bitch
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And she always want some in the night and the morning
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Wanna know everywhere, and where I'm performin'
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Shit, but it's aight, just let her ride
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Yo she down wit' a nigga, just let her ride
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See
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(N.O.R.E. & Ja Rule)
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I'm gon' live my life, and she gon' live her life, yo...
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[Chorus: Ja Rule & N.O.R.E. ad libbing]
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Life, love, me
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I'm gon' live my life, hey
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Thug Life, Lord you know me
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This ain't life, this ain't love, save me
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I'm gon' live my life, hey
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Thug Life, Lord you know me
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[N.O.R.E. talking]
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See, we just tryin' to live our life, man (See... we livin' our life, baby)
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We not even paying attention to y'all dudes, man (Dudes)
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Talking 'bout 'cha paper
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Ain't nobody even ask you how many--how much you got, homeboy (How much money
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you got homeboy, chill out!)
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Chill out, man! (Live ya life)
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Word up, we just livin' our life, doin' our thing (We livin' our life)
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Thugged Out Militainment style (Thugged Out Militainment)
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Ya underdig? (Ya underdig?)
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We keepin' percolatin' up in the knahpsmeanyaheard? (Knahpsmeanyaheard?)
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Pop done popped'd off (Poppin' off)
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Jump off done jumped off (It done jumped off alot, though)
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Off Beelzebub for real (Get them condoms nigga!)
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Yeah, tonight, put the Henny away tonight, y'all
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(Put the Henny away tonight)
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We gon' drink that Cris' shit, and that Don Perignon shit
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(That Cristal, that Don Perignon and that good shit)
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Nah, nah, nah, put the Smirnoff away, nigga (Nah, no Smirnoff, baby)
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We not drinkin' the Smirnoff tonight (Not tonight, y'all chill!)
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None of that shit, man (Grimey ass niggas!)
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Put the 50 cent beer away (Put the 50 cent beer away, we ain't drinkin' that)
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We gon' drink that expensive shit tonight, baby
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(Yeah, yeah, we ain't grimey tonigh |