Verse 1: Noreaga
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My life is like a movie, aiyyo da bad guy lose
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good guy win, weak nigga pretend, to be live when he not really
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I smoke a foul phillie, write rhymes try to stay illy
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I got two seeds, had 'em both in the same month
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ya plan it like that but things occur, baby moms hatin' me
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I ain't hatin' her, yo, you know what?
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Most of the time that's way the go, one minute you high, the next you low
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Not a soul love, they just love the doe
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Sometimes I think if a nigga wasn't Nore, what
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could I have bumped that bitch like I did
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and would I get ass as a regular kid, only twenty years
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don't understand this shit, nigga fake me, jealous of my manuscript
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I, manage to flip, casually rip, for my loyal niggas
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fuck that cat's some snitch, I did a bid, came home survival thug
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don't come thru so I don't show love, that' how they view me
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hatin' me, tryin' to screw me, and your bitches only catch me in jacuzzi's
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at some other shows, politickin' with my other pro's
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Kickin' back, what?
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Callin' up some other hoe
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Hook:
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In a minute, I won't claim no set
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Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the Internet
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W-W-dot-Nore, if not call me
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I used to dream of, gettin' out of this rough shit
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Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug shit
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In a minute, I won't claim no set
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Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the Internet
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W-W-dot-Nore, if not call me
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I used to dream of, gettin' out of this rough shit
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Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug shit
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Verse 2: Noreaga
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For my thug niggas, just livin' they life
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drivin' expansive cars, always got one wife
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where they could hide the work at, how to eat plus to work that
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Most of y'all hoes know y'all not worth that
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And ya know me, type a nigga play no D
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I'm feelin' like my man Hollywood
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Green chronic make me feel good
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Total Recall the hood
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remember when niggas just stood where they should
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Now these niggas actin' outta place, talkin' out they fuckin' face
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Screamin' how the real when they the snakes
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Yo, this Titanic bullshit, overdose shit, nap shit
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48 hours left to clap shit, crack shit, bogard like Bogota
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While ya imbosiles still really think y'all real
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Just because ya bust a gat don't mean you keepin' it real
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Yo, I'm ill wit' the heat, and I'm ill wit' the pill
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On the street, or on the mic, dick what you like?
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While y'all jealous niggas hatin' me just on spite
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I'm like Digital Underground, do what you like
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My Cartier's glow like laser's, Fantasia's
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At every show what, got y'all hoe's pushin' up Daisy's
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N.O.R.E. the way I plan this shit, yeah like Mase said
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Phonin' young bitches 'n shit
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Hook
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The Change
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Noreaga |