N.o.r.e.

Nahmeanuheard

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Where my skateboarding niggas at?

I know you heard, know you heard

I know you niggas heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I know you bitches heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I know you all heard

What what what what what what what what!

Tell me you heard!

Yo, yo, yo, yo pull that nigga over, snatch the nigga out the Rover

Dat dat dat, gun shots all over

And I wasn't there, but if I was

There'd been a lot more gun shots goin off then they was

So, tell 'em hoes to fix they wig

You see my stomach all round, my dick all big

And my guns come mixed like Robin kids

N.O. f**k ya wife, snatch ya ice

And my coke come white, like Barkley wife

Can't stand how, these niggas be frontin

Dumpin off 8 shots, ain't hurtin nuttin

And who gives a f**k bout, who's spirits is better?

As long as my shit is dope when I put it together

Me and Swizz with another one, hot forever

And you can call Violator, for show that you whoof

I like a Swizz beat, shit already come with a hook, it go

Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it's hope sittin, motherf**kers know me

Everytime I drop an album, niggas O.D.

Though I send slugs at ya, and ruin your day

Your like "man there's holes in me, it won't go away"

And I'ma straight sergeon, I'll change ya face up

You'll have no ear, when I lace ya shape up

Cause really N.O., I don't f**k with niggas

And if you even met me, you just a lucky nigga

Niggas always talk about how much jewels they got

But nigga I talk guns, that's usually hot

And 9 times out of 10 they gon usually pop

It's like herpes, it won't go away, it stay hot

Man, I be spittin like these niggas is dead

Cause I'ma get my money, these niggas is dead

So what, I be hype, I be ready to buc

From the closet, I keep my f**kin gear in the truck, it go

Yo, yo, yo, got the Lap Truck, tell them hoes to lap up

Hit me on the 2-way, my phone is tapped up

Matta fact, don't even hit me, it's too much low

But if ya hit me on the pager, then use them codes

I got the feds on me, I'm supplying the coke

And don't flash no money, I act tight broke

Cause man, I'm in this game with somethin to prove

Only been a hood tour, no smoke to groove

I was on a record label that loved to loose

No promotions, lucky when we hit the news

Beef, it don't bother us, we got God with us

Rip some pieces of niggas, we got 'Card with us

Man, Swizz'd drop it, I'm ready to do it

Don't think a nigga nice, these niggas is stupid

Man, signed a deal, rap'd sell

And these niggas straight gay, these niggas is squeel, it go

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