[Noreaga]
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yo, Nori know this, and Nori know that
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but Nori know gat (why)
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cause Nori buck dat
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Iraq'll make you famous
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throwing gang signs like it's sign language
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distinguish us from the others
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kidnap your baby mothers
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bringing drama to the deep covers
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salute g, bust you down like a lucie
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Jose probably lay with a gold uzi
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crunk Italy, Africa and Sicily
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niggaz acting sissy see
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pointing guns and missing me
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(Nas: "Yo son, it's on son")
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hey yo there's beef in the hood again
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niggaz came with hoods again
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thinking that it woulda been
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saw us, from what we first did
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when we did
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now we twist another wig, a mother lose another kid
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but it's beef now, keep it short
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real brief now
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strike vigorous, no intentions of missing it
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they sent the message, or example, whatever
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set it up man on man
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only to score we apply the plan
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quickly explain why you ran in this dark land
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we lay you down in the sand
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on the lines like the internet
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many would come if you would pose off
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against my set, there ain't a nigga yet
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smoke so much, niggaz say I need nicarette
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you say bogie but you used to say cigarette
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nine-oh, a new religion, a new beginning
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[chorus]
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I'm leaving
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baby don't go
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I know the block is hot
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boo I'll watch your spot
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I'm leaving
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sweetie don't leave
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I need you to stay with me (come on)
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uh huh, uh, uh
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uh huh, uh, uh
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I'm leaving
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boo I can't understand
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and don't think that I'll be back again
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[Nature]
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it's like a bad dream
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and I can't wake up
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mouth caked up
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knowing these cats is fake fucks
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and it ain't right
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with no love, them hugs ain't tight
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son we used to pop bottles and slugs the same night
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[Noreaga]
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hey yo they left me
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right hand damaged and I ain't lefty
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couldn't bust when I's supposed to pull
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what I'm supposed to do?
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lay down, watch these niggaz spray me
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or maybe
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we strike accurate
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blaze them plus they ladies
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[Nature]
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I woulda never thought we'd ever get caught
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in this way of life
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prosecution, if you violate a player's rights
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say it twice
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Nature soon to be engraved in ice
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hanging off my neck
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glistens like it's framed in light
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[Noreaga]
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niggaz call me Jose
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shootin the Artie Clay
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Benedict Arnold type
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getting this rap loot
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still selling China White
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either Allah or Christ
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married to marijuana
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now my niggaz don't write
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(still ice, still living this life)
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[chorus]
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[Nature]
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you got the nerve to say that Nature's slipping?
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the greatest vision
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bald-head kid
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Cartier frames, the latest Pippens
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doggystyle was my favorite position
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until I switched it, dead shit
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got on some head shit
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headed in the wrong direction up in the Sheraton
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QB to LA still puffing my medicine
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for those lost in the streets up north or deceased
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for those struggling unfortunate to eat
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I dedicate this, tell me right now how do you rate this?
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whatever happened to the mule and the 40 acres
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it's outrageous, the way the god finesse the basics
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invasion, me and Noreaga Firm made men
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I'm Leaving
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The Firm |