N.O.R.E. lyrics

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Birdman


[Intro: N.O.R.E.] + (*Swizz Beatz*)
Ah, yeeah... yeeah n*gga! (*yeeah n*gga!*)
(*Rap something to talk about*)
Swizz Beatz n*gga (*what's up?*) (Swizz Beatz n*gga!)
And R.R. motherf*ckers (motherf*ckers)
(*They gone bow down, bow down, bow down*)
This is the continuation
Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
A yo I'm hot n*gga and you should smell my breath
Don't it smell like all I got is cavities left
I hit the left lane n*gga, cruise with the crews
And f*ck y'all haters - I refuse to lose
You can't stop me, God cause I roll too hard
No license, just a dumb P.B.A. card
You know N.O.R.E., my shotgun will tear your chest up
Leave your vest stuffed, face looking like ketchup
So what's this out here, and the projects near, near?
I pop Cris, but I'm good with a beer
Me and Swizz get sound like world war
Tanks falling over, big bombs that roar
And helicopters is dropping on Faulk and Crenshaw
sh*t is bigger than how they see it
If I die, then so be it
Until then, I O.D. it, them hoes see it
Motherf*cking hoes see it
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz, N.O.R.E.]

[Swizz Beatz] Yo!, y'all n*ggas want to play around, you gone lay around
[Swizz Beatz] Shots gone spray around, we gone stay around
[N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E
[Swizz Beatz] What the f*ck y'all say y'all?!
[N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E
[Swizz Beatz] Like my guns won't spray y'all!
[N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E
[Swizz Beatz] What the f*ck y'all say y'all?!
[N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E., yo it's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E

[Verse 2: N.O.R.E.]
A yo I "switch blade" n*ggas
b*tch-made n*ggas
The Lord called on me, knowing my whole story
I holler back like, "please Lord, just come for me"
n*ggas analyze this, yo watch my wrist
Like N.O.R.E. got fat, N.O.R.E. must be rich
And they sick of this, want to see me dead
Because I stuck them up first, then I p*ssed on they head
f*cking faggot, next time I'll led your bed
n*ggas feel like, "Yo I ain't grimy like I was before"
Now motherf*cker, where you was before?
And I don't feel, got coke, just cause I be on tour
f*cking hood's finest, n*ggas label me a street sign
Cause I'm always straight up like the crease line
Truth like mirrors, invisible set
You f*cking di*kheads, ain't he invisible yet?
Me and Pone like a militant set, stay wet
Yo we finished with the army, little young cadets
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz, N.O.R.E.]

[Verse 3: N.O.R.E.]
Probably catch me in clubs, I stay low
Plus I'm banned from the sh*t that I go
It's like this, every two beats out here, they sound like switch
I'm like, "get off my n*gga di*k, the sh*t"
I'm like a All-Star Madden, no bragging
Something exclusive like pushing a Porsche Wagon
I keep guns and push tons of reefer
Plus n*ggas still hate me and I don't like them neither
Start talking sh*t, I hit a hundred on a frog's met
Your sh*t's lying, put a hundred on a door's mat
You're f*cking hard, see these n*ggas our boss
Cause they just walked in like, "buck the doors!"
And I'm a straight killer that'll snatch you for
Been on the run so long that my feet got corns
I'm a problem, these n*ggas better watch me close
I signed a new deal with Def Jam, watch me rough

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz, N.O.R.E.] - (Repeat 2X)
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