Hey big fat ass you ain't got no class I know what i'm saying I'm a real deal badassed white trash I've done my praying We'd better fix now the business
with wisdom, regardless if it's peace or it's fiction The beat's an addiction, it seeps in my system, it's keeping me living Whether it's freezing hotter
bullshit I heard you spit you like to pull shit That's all bullshit, you keep your nine on some full shit You say you bust it, that's BULLSHIT! You know
Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step It's On It's On It's On (N I'm Home Get Da Patrone N Tell Dem Dat It's On) [Verse 1: Cassidy] I Got My
down, I ain't playin, I'll spray a nigga, Lay a nigga down! [x2] [Verse 1:] Niggaz ain't ready to die, They ready to tell, That's why my squad ready
if I'm busting on playa haters I can't stand an infiltrater who's suppose to be your homie But later, in the end realize that he's a phony To the police
Questo matrimonio non sa da fare, prima era colpa di Don Rodrigo qualcuno dice e ?colpa mia!? non so dove mi dirigo qualcun altro fa troppo il figo
first told me you were gone, So long ago but I still held on Through all the emotions, the love and the sex And that's the truth, and here's the worst
's do this you in the N.B.A. Now baby, you ain't fucking with the other labels now You fuckcing with Defjam now boy... You in the N.B.A Let's do this
s favorite. A what's up all the people in the world "all the people in the world".. Everybody across seas.. Everybody, everywhere, that love N-O-R-E
that you whoof I like a Swizz beat, shit already come with a hook, it go [Chorus] [N.O.R.E.] Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it's hope sittin, motherfuckers know
nigga (Grimey) Yo, yo, yo It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga I smoke boogies, conspiracy theory It's like I'm Malcolm, with just
to do [Verse 1: Noreaga] Yo, yo, yo.. Yo N-O-R papi, say what? That nigga's the man With his manager Chris and the label that Jams Still flossin, showin
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like him, dro like him If you forgot the name, and you been wondering it's N.O.R.E, N.O.R.E They want to be like you, smoke like you, live like you But
ain't trying It ain't justifying, my grandpops dying Mom's I'm sorry for the pain There's sunshine after the rain My past shame it's hard to explain Can
