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1. _ Half-baked
We just gon get fuckin high
We ain't got nothing to do its friday
We ain't no job
All my niggaz get ya weed
Go get all ya phillies
No white owls go get them dutchies
And shit like that
And lets get high on this one
And all niggaz get drunk too
Cause i get drunk too
I'm a drunk man
Thats right, know what i mean?
Who got that liqour
Lets get fuckkkkkkkedddd up!!!
Chorus: noreaga (repeat 2x)
Smoke weed nigga and let me see y'all smoke
And get high nigga and let me hear y'all choke
And drink some hennesay nigga
And you can mix it with coke
I hit the bar up with cream and wont leave till i'm broke
--=={1st verse}==--
Aiyyo i'm half baked
Half of my brain done baked
Married to marijuana, yo she got a fat ass
But know i fuck with her sister
Yo her name black hash
We have menaj in the car kid and still don't crash
Cousin heineken had me flipping and dippin
I hate that bitch but you i'm still sippin
I'm in corona now
I fuck with ayo i fuck with hennea seya and theresa
Flew us out of town kid, charge it to the visa
We all drunk up fucked up and smoked out too
Sometimes i get so high i think i do kung-fu
Straight sneeze on niggaz
Like ha-choo, disrespect they food
Thought i told em i'm rude
Coke head niggaz try to sober up in the new
I went to philly smoked weed with red and meth
It was phillie after phillie then still acting silly then
Last phillie wasnt even in philly
Chorus
Bridge: noreaga
Do the drunk man nigga
Do the drunk man
Do the drunk man nigga
Do the drunk man
Do the drunk man nigga
Do the drunk man
Do the drunk man nigga
Do the drunk man
--=={2nd verse}==--
I guess i explain
Smoke green straight to the brain
Marijuana ain't a drug it's just like your chick
You gotta understand it
Then fuck your bitch, fuck whatever else nigga, just fuck the bitch
I get real nice
While y'all niggaz fuck with detox
I smoke weed on my way to the weed spot
Wassup y'all ain't nothing wrong with that
I rather you smoke on weed than smoke on gats
I ain't a role model nigga but i model my raps
If i could do it all over still live in iraq
I probably come back and try to save my man killa black
I save my bloody money kid and bring it to laundromats
Get high
Chill high
Real high
I make the judge and jury just comply with i
Get right up in ya business nigga like i was a private eye
Fbi
Chorus
Bridge
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2. _ I Wanna Fuck You
[noreaga]
.. what what what what
What what what what what, what what
What what what what what, what what
Chorus: noreaga (repeat 4x)
To all the bitches out there, you know i'm talkin to you
(we wanna fuck you nore!) i wanna fuck you too
[noreaga]
I'm in philly with, chilly in the after party
Gettin head in the bathroom, with bacardi
My niggaz rowdy in the party like a hundred deep
I don't come alone, nigga bring the whole street
Ladies love me now, and now they wanna creep
Leave they man and all, i ain't mad at all
I got money now, when i'm down south i ball
I met this chick in the rich, she was black and tall
She had, nasitall, no-ass-at-all
Told the bitch watch out, move back and forth
My niggaz come through, watch my niggaz, crack the car
Motherfuckers ain't live though, shop in the mall
Uh-huh, shit shit, let me kick my shit
Bring the biscuit, to the district, and miss it
Motherfuckers like jake watch them try to frisk it
Chorus: scarlett (repeat 4x)
To all the niggaz out there, you know i'm talkin to you
(we wanna fuck you scarlett!) i wanna fuck you too
[scarlett]
How many pretty bitches you know, could flow like me?
Flip bricks and get dough like me? i'm scarlett
When i ride you, who could make you cum like me?
Motherfucker you know ain't nobody else like me
I'm one of a kind, thuggin it, and i'm a dime
You lovin it, want some head nigga? none of the time
That dick ain't mine, nigga you, just a trick
So what i look like? givin you this bomb shit
I be like sick, when a nigga bust too quick
And rush to get they nut off, before i get to bust off
Then they get shut off, that be the shit that get a nigga cut off
I'm sorry, and i hate to mislead ya
But i gotta leave them, ninety-nine is here
And we gon' please ya, scarlett and duchess
Harlem world true divas, what?
(what? yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo)
Chorus: noreaga (repeat 4x)
To all the bitches out there, you know i'm talkin to you
(we wanna fuck you nore!) i wanna fuck you too
[noreaga]
Hey yo, thugged out, bounce, once you bounce in my house
Yo i couldn't sell weed cause i smoke like an ounce
Yo i smoke too much, my niggaz smoke too much
And it's fucked, cause all my niggaz cancer bound
And we smoke more weed when we out of town
Even smoke barnyard, and that homegrown shit
And we know we only pull the smoke, green that's it
Have my nigga branson, just fedex shit
When i'm, in l.a. or just, caught in the mix
And i do the same thing when i'm caught in da bricks
It's like roger rabbit, because y'all, full of trix
Fuck y'all cats, because y'all cats, fuck like this
N-o-r-e, you know i make subliminal hits
Yo queens nigga, cream team nigga
And i won't stop, til i'm makin six figure
And do whatever what, n-o-r, your nigga
Chorus: noreaga (repeat 2x)
To all the bitches out there, you know i'm talkin to you
(we wanna fuck you nore!) i wanna fuck you too
[noreaga]
Too too too too too, too too (6x)
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3. _ Thugs 'r' Us
[noreaga]
Them niggas really think that it's a game but it's not
Niggas kept frontin', brown got popped
Word on life, word on my click
All a niggas really got in his life is his word and his dick
And i stay true to them like both of them laws
Niggas talk shit my click's not ridin' them dogs
Niggas hate me cause broke and can't floss
Yo i cop coke, cook it up or buy it cooked already
Like a '98 six wild like a chevy
Yo i floss now, look how much my jewels cost now
I'm realizin' that you me so i hate y'all too
So both sides is hate so it's mutual
Beautiful, my guns make it shoot-able
Shoot at you send staff to clap you
Yo my name's nori but only fam calls me 'poppi'
That nigga's homo like the cat who killed versace
Homo thug, yo i shoulda know sooner
My click stay in jail like robert downey jr.
Like outlaw in the beacon, nigga we can
Fuck wit' niggas think they live while y'all weaklings
I'm from iraq, play the cut smoke mad trees
Buy my own business, concentrate on my cheese
Yo the door lock, four knocks and one symbol
I'm like '98 live, you like double dribble
Aye yo, thugged out, no rules, playin' the game
Every man for hisself, just recievin' the pain
It's like you tall, 21, no out, just go hard
Rest in piece i gotta say to yammy and taj
It's like bitches never learn, money to burn
Yo i'm leavin' like me and nate (i'm leavin'!!) let me say this
I used to rock to g-u-e with the ss
Now i'm in the '98 black gs
Golden with kid in my shit, on some full grits headlights
Shit shine from def jam to crown heights
Now my click keep guns, time to fight
Open the flip on the star-tech and check the message
Cock ten sprint phones caught a deal
What, one and the same like thugged out and ill will
It's all real, still from iraq...
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4. _ Bloody Money Pt. 2
Intro: noreaga talking
[noreaga]
Yo, new orleans, la, va to queens, i-95, where we never drive clean
But good, gotta get out the hood, to really make it, now we kick it
Until our whole team'll take it to another level, another rolie wit
Another bezel, like war against god against another devil
Sustainin, now we rim moschino, niggaz say we taped it, switched it
Now it's cristal, instead of mistic, jose, catch me wit a pigeon and
A gold biscuit, gettin mad lifted, let me find out, it's sellin dimes
Out my crack house, yeah that's crashed out, let me catch that
Just like stackhouse, kick ya back out, have you mad vexed
Like you did your whole bid, but didn't max out, yo jose is
In other words courageous, from south carolina to d.c.
Yo the nc in atlanta like montana, comin out the airport wit the hammer
Motherfucker, smoke more weed than chris tucker, in friday
When he treated worm like a sucker, in three ways
Sell a whole key in three days, the way i know the crack game'll have you
Amazed
In the ill days, yo i drink lectaid, jose is sayin chulo, like menegay
South side lost royal and royal, grand royale in ohio, cincinnati, minnesoto
Yo from philly to connecticut, got niggaz settin in, all predicate
Like this rap game is pregnant, n-o-r-e, nore
Stand for niggaz on the run eatin, no matter if they still treatin
The object of the game is just to stay leavin, hit me on the nokio
Let me know if you still breathin, top grenade, ice it up, cop pies, slice it
Up
You really think you nice enough, fuck around wit trice allah
Even seekin scrolls until your world fall in, to my niggaz gettin they props
Where they supposed to've been, don't rush, take your time
The best come to those who wait, like heinz, they be ketchup and spoil your
Keg
Aiyyo it's i-95, wit my niggaz lost faith, wha!
Chorus 2x: nas (noreaga)
Blood money (that's what this life lead to)
Blood money (that's how my niggaz bleed to)
Blood money (that's what we smoke weed to)
Blood money (that's how my niggaz eat to)
[nature]
Aiyyo, eatin from the same plate, and drinkin from the same cup
Whoever thought that some much would have to change
I went to games as a knicks fan, they had strickland, they traded him
Ever since then, son, i hated them, shit's turnin sour in the n-y
Half the team hurt, still niggaz get high and rock queens shirts
Feinds on the block know me for holdin b's work
Seein chips poppin up in european whips, exceed the speed limit
Tinted up and weed scented, treatin life like the auto bomb, never slow up
I'm gettin head for being young and vulger, fly gifted
Y'all niggaz die over bitch shit, i got some hoes in the law gettin high
Like rik smits, born hypocrit, every now and then be on some different shit
Switch directions, my bad, quick disception
My first love is for bloody money so skip the extras
Chorus
[nas]
Now what's a don?, a nigga that's a thug wit a charm, always on point
As soon as he's on, his goons'll respond, he move right and fear losin his
Life
Mad dime, but never could fit the shoes of his wife
You could tell by the finger nails, clean, hair diced up, every four days
A weekly routine, where he lived, stay out the hood, fuck what a nigga say
Out for blood, but yo, lustin the dough, he see snake smile for way
In the same garden he play, but a true don'll get his proper groove on
He tell the truth even when he lies, give you a fake name
Even though his name is nas, god body, and wide body, rumble for five
To the s-class, six niggaz, double your size, either come wit a plan
To make it happen, cuz sellin weight or rappin, we still trapped in a slave
Mine
And keep the crackers laughin
(that's what this life lead to)
Chorus
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5. _ Movin' Out
[mya]
Remix
Uh uh, uh uh
At the university, uh
Raekwon, noreaga, no-body
Movin' on
[r] yeah
[m] who da hell is sabrina?
[r] i don't know what you talkin bout
[m] yeah whatever
[r] go head man i don't even wanna hear that right now
[m] well whose drawers are these?
[r] why you goin through my pockets anyway?
Why you dissin me man?
[m] i'm movin' on
[r] psst, yeah?
[m] yeah!
[r] shit get real in here
Shit get real in here
Shit get real in here
Mya get real again
Shit get real in here
I'm never gonna feel her again
[raekwon]
Yo, aiyyo
Yo select meat, gucci sneaker recipe light up the nestle
Bless me es-pecially, play where vettes be seen a
Green beemer, lightin cheeba
Side swipe adina dressed like a liter style off the meter
Play towards regulate laws with heavyweight broads
Don't jock niggaz who floss, money ain't yours
Jealous of yourself, watermelon tellin herself
Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin
Fendi bag high-willie in jag, gorilla mag
Blow you out the back, throw your broke ass in the gap
Analyze see it like that, felt you love be it like that
Still, i'm realer than the illest on wax
Rockin brims that hang low, frames sweeter than a mango
Flame actin like a lame though, how your game go
Fine, exercise mind play the train yo
Aiyyo you dead on the chain, now watch my name blow
[mya]
I'll be movin' on
So far from where you are
Should i let you know the code
Cause you wasn't what you seemed
And now i'm wishin on all the rainbows
That i see
That someday you'll regret what you
Done to me
And i never thought you would hurt me boy
But now i know
That's why you're gonna see me walk so fast
Through the door, uh-huh
I think it's time for us to break up, ba-by
We should of never ever been together
You tried to play me but baby i had enough
So i'll be, movin' up
[noreaga]
You are leaving, on the next plain
And movin' on cause things ain't just the same
How could you do that, when nore lace the smooth track
And i'm the one that gave stella her groove back
The two mack, you see my peoples playin the cut
We thugged out, you know the ones that, say what what
So don't you, need a thug girl, get with a thug pearl
Shorty say i keep em wet like waterworld
I'm kind of busy doin mtv
So call me later y'all i think i'm the c-p-t, or
Polly with mya, in d.c.
Doin calypso, it's all about me, so ask sisqo
And "don't let it go to your head," now
N.o.r.e., i'm still good in the bed now
And we can break up, move on and don't make up
The last kiss or none of that, like a running back
Got a little cheeba so what? i got tons of that
Noreaga, you know the underground thundercat
[mya]
Shit be real in here, shit be real in here
Uh-uh, shit be real in here, shit be real in here
Boy i'm movin' on
So far from where you are
Should i let you know the code
Cause you wasn't what you seemed
And now i'm wishin on all the rainbows
That i see
That someday you'll regret what you
Done to me
And i never thought you would hurt me boy
But now i know
That's why you're gonna see me walk so fast
Through the door, uh-huh
[noreaga]
I keep it live like a grid wire, you know i ain't a liar
N.o.r.e., raekwon and lady mya
Star collab' it, the wire just grab it
And if you see me with shorty, yo i'm stabbin it
[raekwon]
Yo nor' we used to bump like fly newlyweds, get drunk
Fuck and bump beds, rock dumps together, ice on her hand
Broadway junction the function, union square there
You follow me, for a year before you had hair
Actin like you got me on mack, you wack
I shoulda blowed it off, kept that ass flat
Mya blow the track
[mya]
I'll be movin' on
So far from where you are
Should i let you know the code
Cause you wasn't what you seemed
Boy i'm movin' on
So far from where you are...
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6. _ Closer
Intro:
Word up word up always look in the yo. (yeah i always did that too yo). and
Ask why. why it gotta be like this? kila bee rest in peace yo (killa bee
Rest in peace) word up (word up) ? prayers ain't never end (prayer's ain't
Never end)
"gotta get the cash gotta get the doe" -puff daddy 'makin' moves with puff'
Noreaga:
Yo i started out in iraq the wrong route
More chickens to doubt more money to count
Yo my swiss account with more cheese amount
It's still piling and still gettin' calls from the island
Still do the things i do when i was wildin'
Tryin' to go from penny loafers to mink sofas
Spend a week with dime chickens asfreaks
Body so bangin' i call they tits santy
Singing:
If you don't know (if you don't know)
Knowlegde is what makes thugs grow
Just stay on point cause you reep what you sew
Noreaga:
Ask chicks scream loud like car beats
I wanna be under the seats in our streets
Last year around the time this year
If i would of got locked
Yoi wouldn't even get it but now i got this rap thing (what)
No more hustlin' at age ten my team played to win
Reach under the car seat nobody understandin'
Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle
And once you get muscle nobody trust you
Tryin' to be like goldy in the shaft days
These lasts days comin' up
Yo these little niggas comin' up
Hear they're gun talk ready to buck
Not thinkin'
Black on black crime yo it's swine you're both stinkin'
Pretty ake yo stan to marley yo it's poppie offically
Arab natzi 2-5-2 we regluate this what
Hook:
Said i wanna be closer to this paper (get close)
Ooooh get closer to these ends
"gotta get the cash gotta get the doe"
Closer to this paper get closer to this paper (hella dope baby)
Get closer to these ends
"gotta get the cash gotta get the doe"
Noreaga:
Yo i remember when we first did it
Nobody with it
Label said 2-5 is to thugged out (to thugged out)
So although we had to but god wasn't glad to
Wait our turn to boiler now we burn
On the daily done fuckin' in every telly
We can fly just like r.kelly
Them only secondary to the sun
I think i gotta son but i ain't sure
What's in store god there's more
Shortie says she came by knockin' at my door
Could it be tryin' to be what i can be
Islam me 2-5 my army
Said she about to have my seed
Soon to be it shocked me
Thinkin' bout a little me
Eternally i bleed thinkin' of seed yo at high speed
I multiply with weed
Now i slow my life down i got time to breath
What
Hook
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7. _ Violators
* just to be clear, l boogie does +not+ in this case refer to lauryn hill
[swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, yall a bunch of but niggas
Always want figures but never play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but never put up niggas
Is it cause i bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, i pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat
When they know i call my name at this table
I'm gon always be here, and yall always gonna fear
The bronx making them recoreds cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[sonja blade]
I'm the one wit the chrome and the clothes
Drop flows from the dome , wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe
Sonja blad-e, just so you know baby (yeah)
Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady
How rich this dough made me, gold az matching the navie
Shit you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything five and six
Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah)
So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh)
I'm touching keys like pianos to getting dough like tony soprano
[noreaga]
Yo my niggas is on the same level i'm on
You ask me why i'm melvin flynt i'm doing a porn
Ay yo yall niggas is faker then a three dollar bill
And i don't shoot to bust yo i shoot to kill
What's going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off flow
Yo i'm in five o, o, o, yo pass that hoe
After you get done wit it, yo let me hit it
Bitches know how i come, i bring the cock wit it
All of the thug piece you know i gotta rock wit it
I ear plane the hoe like i cockpitted
Yo i love my niggas, don't love no chicks
I like to light the blunts then order my licks
Foundation motherfucker like the bottom of bricks
I'm from iraq nigga wit domican hits
Peurto rican motherfuckers yo yall fake they fits
Violator motherfucker
[mysonne]
Yo, yo
I told these niggas from the gitty up
Yall give me sixteen yo i'll tear this whole city up
And niggas don't believe then tell em put fifty up
All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs spit rounds
My ? playas disrespected clowns
Bringing guns, weed and coke to connected towns
See i pop niggas like corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on
I knock em out, cause i don't like to fight long
Remember me lefty gun up in my right palm
It's mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your door
You open up, you see a whore wit the glock to your jaw
See mysonne is the one that hit the blocks wit the raw
For his money, mysonne air the block wit the four
Yall cowards don't want war, yall can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, drink champane
Cause when it comes to the street shit, i let the heat lift
Murder scene police lines nigga white sheet shit
Yall roll wit niggas, i'm the one they roll wit
Yall go get niggas, i'm the one they go get
Yall niggas don't want nothing to do wit me
Cause i spit guns and rhymes like their's two of me
Motherfucker
[prodigy]
Niggas can't be serious, we wear guns like clothes
But only show em when it's time to blow em in bulk
We been through way worse then war, razor fights and more
Left niggas wit leaks, holes and wide jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna scale bar
Check out your weight, see if it's worth to war
We did the street life yall niggas just got involved
My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores
Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong
Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on
Don't let this song push you, the fourth hit you
Have you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor cripple
Infamous we take it to the extremes my words
Especially when a nigga mistake me for herb
Get buried over words, i'm loose wit the dessy bird
I can show ready or tell, yall niggas heard
[busta rhymes]
Now gitty up now, it's lighting horse back saddleing
Rob beaches like we rowing a boat and we paddleing
Down a stream of water, wet any nigga challeging
Blow one all in your knee cap leave you staggering
Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of shit we be handling
My hands all in the money, fuck it we dibble and dabbling
Got you imageing how this could really all be happeing
My landscape of live niggas stretch from here to maryland
Blaw put one in a nigga who be rambling
And blow a hundred thou if yall niggas is really gambling
Gritty niggas feel the snap pop leaving it crackling
You know the bouncer keep all of my live niggas wild wit him
Traveling to see niggas from howard through grambling
Ha round up my niggas to form a large gathering
Yo rattling niggas who walk badlimp
Beat you in the same place till the blues start blacking
C-e-o niggas stay genaral managing
Flipmode throwing those heavy bundles we carrying
Yo analyze my many live niggas cramming it
We throw a three pointer, while yall niggas throwing javelins
Sweating your whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing
Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping
The ? arms length up in the draw paneling
Or unraveling the truth on how niggas remain champions
Ha, ha, ha
[busta rhymes]
Flipmode, violator, we always silence shit
Fuck is wrong wit yall
Cut that shit off now
Cut it off nigga
Cut it off nigga
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8. _ Oh No (remix)
Mussolini:
My first name call me queens nigga remember the lies
I keep the game sown, hit criminal ties, generals die
Feel the takeover, seminoles rise
Like puffy in harlem, i rose to stardom
I sat down, put my lifestyle between the margins
I like guns squeeze pardon, i keep the heat in the starter
Yall wanna see, stash heat in the carpet
Muss is thugged out wit the gat sparkin (what what what what)
Big pun:
I'm like science and math flyin past you at high speed
My eyes is black, spittin that shit at the white meat
Warp speed, nigga everything i rap is off beats
On the lab back on the track land on all 4 feet
Think about it, yeah i smell ya thinkin, pussy,
Ya ??? orthopedic, it must be retarted
Call ya boys, even toe tag ya cor-de-roys
Jockin hard wit ??? like the waterboy
Chorus:
Oh-no-oh-oh-no uh-oh (8x)
Jadakiss
Jada spit crazy new flows
Catch me iceberged out with the baby blue royce
K-i-double s i, see me in the double s tight
Rippin the west side
I got it if you want it, get sniffed and blunted
And if i get a chick pregnant, it's a brick in her stomach
Cause all my niggaz hold dough
Imagine me doin' a song with yall cats oh no
Maze:
Ay yo the reason why niggaz say we floss to much
???????????? say it cost to much
In the scene wit me, bet yall niggaz lost yall touch
And so to get it back, guess what, yall go against us
I'mma die for my team, drop shines for my team
Laid back, yall know the beat my glock steam
Cats hatin', steady tryin to ruin my world
So maze poppin' shells like i was abusin' my girl
Chorus:
Capone:
Niggaz wanna play tough, until them niggaz duct taped up
Y'all money is placed up, yall niggaz is fake fucks
Throwin dirt on my name, sayin' shit we took the change
And sold cane, wit fucked up chains, and it's like
Oh no niggaz don't really want the shit to blow put six in slow
The same shit we do to you, do to ya hoe
Thugged out shit yall niggaz don't know
Noreaga:
Yo i got guns, and they don't walk
Put ya brains in ya lap, and a slug to ya heart
Every club, i'm in the crowd, it ain't nothin' to me
Chicks wanna touch my dick, and my jewelry
And i'mma gangsta, i don't wanna shoot no clown
I'm on some petty shit, i'll tear ya poster down
And when i shoot, ya niggaz know i shoot for dead
And i don't care about ya vest, 'cause i hit yo' head
Chorus:2x
Noreaga:
Throw em up yeah yeah yall know what this is right
Yo yall know what this is man, yo yo yall know what this is man
Jadakiss, the lox, ruff ryder, no doubt
Big pun, terror squad, angie martinez, mussilini and maze
Capone thugged out
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9. _ Halfway Thugs Part 2
(singing like joe "i don't wanna be a player")
He don't wanna be a muslim no more
He used to be black and proud
Now he wanna be hardcore, ooh, ohh (repeat)
When i met this cat he was eatin' veggie burgers
Now you see him yo he think he about murders
I used to write his rhymes and let him shine
Knowin' that he old school and out of time
Bitch made cat and yo he shot a kid
On top of that yo he got his man doin' a bid
Ex-crackhead and lived in a crackhead crib
Never sold records now he tryin' to live
But he was my man, i was the key he was a quarter gram
You like 37, lets give it up man
You in this war you shoulda let me know
If it's war when i see you gonna let you go
But you's a homo thug, faggot though
I hate you and the rest of y'all faggots though
So let me boost you and eat y'all niggas what you're used to
You just mad cuz you wasn't in the juice crew
You a muslim now or just used to?
Five percent today or just used to?
Aiyyo a thug this week i guess you's too
Mad cuz i cut you off cuz you was soft
I got jumped you had the gat and you didn't let off
Ice broke it up than i turned around and split off
Yeah my nigga shot the nigga in the north face cloth
So what the fuck, watch my wyle like what
You can't rock shit
Thugged out entertainment we fuck you up
All my n u straight scuff you up
And all my niggas freak bitches like me and kurupt
Aye yo you bitin' my style fearin' my words
You ain't pro-black because you like po' white birds
Eatin' ham with your man while you in the suburbs
You like old school and washed up
I told you rhyme like a dog and put your heart up
Tell the truth, tell the truth,
Why you tellin' them lies
You goy mad cuz i was fuckin' with (?) and nas
And you hate nas right that's what you told me right?
Everything that he did yo you tried to bite
Don't get mad cuz you weak and he real tight
The qb niggas don't like you neither
You had dreds now you met now you got a caesar
Bitin' my style, wastin' your style
You was in for the culture how you switchin' your style
And you know it ain't over yet
Cuz me and my click will bring the rest
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10. _ Thug Poetry
[noreaga]
Yo, yo
I only, ride for those that'll ride for me
I only, shoot for those that'll shoot for me
I used to be in d.c., with my poetry
Niggaz said i'm on some other shit, crazily
I used to sell cracks, from the front streets to back
Then i got locked up, wicked jake popped up
And the jake he seen my, style before
But i'm, stayin lyrical behind my door
I'm in the yard god where niggaz try to test me hard
But my vocal's too powerful law, it's too potent
I kick one verse, the whole cypher stood frozen
Now them niggaz wanna parlay with me, general
I'm smooth like them niggaz that, don't blow trial
I come on home to a new leaf, no beef
Jose luis yo i'm ill like an indian chief
And my dress code, ill like, indiglo
Chorus: repeat 2x
Aiyyo we thugged out what, and we let y'all know
We keep it thugged out, catch us at, every show
Let's get the jump off jumped off, here's the bang out
Yo at every fuckin club, yo we got octane out
[brown]
I need, nuttin but cash, i'm out in the stash
Extra acres, carribean seeds with no crabs
Fuck hunger, i'm gettin no younger, cop this half
Brick til my pocket just thick, sit back and laugh
With the out of towners, keepin money around us
Four pounders, flippin wiggies, to the sirens around us
Cars and jewels, inside moves, three day cruise
Booted from beijing, ?brought? our ventures to ?use?
The entrepeneur, droppin cock in your whore
Keep pussy open like a nigga sniffin coke in the hall
I do it all for y'all, basketball, or rims
Fiberglass that hold guns when i play old friends
Learn how to act around a playa who spike tracks
Doublin the pressure if your empire strikes back
We savages.. break you up like marriages
Stick you in public and hide the thrills in baby carriages
Chorus
[maze]
The way i grace shit so swift, play it tenacious
But smooth like a fugitive who move with a facelift
I stay lit, passin branson, finesse no less
Reppin at random, forever at my best when i'm trancin
Niggaz make me wanna focus with emotion
If you notice, the vultures i bring they sting so swift
Your quotes is from maze, my bang'll tip with any rapper
These days, spittin venom when my wordplay sprays
And claimin half this cash regardless, dome my target
From the heart spittin my flow while slow niggaz process
Blow the spot rock aggressive, mac eleven shots in
Twenty seconds, flood money stashed kept in fed mint
What is that monkey tail you trust with your math
To lush your cash, rush in your path, bust you then dash
That's why i'm never fast with the street shit
Driftin in this deepness, with each step
Breath taken make you niggaz speechless
Distinctive, mad different's how i kick it
Some niggaz recognize i'm individualized when i spit it
Chorus
[noreaga]
What what what what what!
Thugged out nigga
Poet performin some other shit
(i'm type priceless)
On stage holdin my dick
In front of all y'all bullshit ass niggaz
(we're ill niggaz y'know)
Probably jerk off or piss on the front row
Throw that water on y'all, ya heard? (word)
We don't give a fuck (aight)
We gonna keep it on some thug shit
From now to whenever nigga
If it's on let us know it's on
Try to sleep they'll sucka punch you
Fuck that
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11. _ Closer (sam Sneed Version)
(noreaga)
Word up dun
Aight one time... do it like that one time i'm sayin'
No executes... no executes
Yo i started out in iraq the wrong route
More bitches to doubt more money to count
Yo my swiss account, with more cheese amount
Keep piling and still gettin' calls from the island
Still do the things i do when i was wildin'
Tryin' to go from penny loafers, to mink sofas
Spend a week with dime bitches as freaks
Body so bangin' i call they're tits sants
Ask chicks scream loud like sam bates
I wanna be under the seats in our streets
Last year around the time this year
If i would of got locked
Yo i wouldn't even get it but now i got this rap thing
No more hustlin' at age ten my team played to win
Reach under the car seat nobody understandin'
Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle
And once you get muscle nobody trust you
Tryin' to be like goldy in the shaft days
These lasts days comin' up
Yo these little niggas comin' up
Hear the gun talk ready to buck
Not thinkin'
Black on black crime yo it's swine you're both stinkin'
Pretty ake emore to mobb d yo it's poppie, offically
Arab natzi 2-5-2 we regluate this tune
(smoke)
You say you never leave the thugs alone,
You wanna be wit nore or capone
You say you like the way he holds his crone,
But you wouldn't leave him lonely
You say you like the waited 2-5 side,
But you wanna be his wife and push his ride
Stand by his side and feed his time,
But shorty you should hold him closely boy
(noreaga)
Yo i still remember when we first did it
Nobody with it
Label said 2-5 is to thugged out
So although we had to but god wasn't glad to
Wait our turn to boiler now we burn
On the daily done fucked in every telly
We can fly just like r. kelly
Them only secondary to the sun
I think i gotta son but i ain't sure
What's in store god there's more
Shortie says she came by knockin' at my door
Could it be tryin' to be what i can be
Islam me 2-5 my army
Said she about to have my seed
Soon to be, it shocked me
Thinkin' bout a little me
Eternally i bleed thinkin' of seed yo at high speed
I multiply with weed
Now i slow my life down i got time to breath
(smoke)
You say you never leave the thugs alone,
You wanna be wit nore or capone
You say you like the way he holds his crone,
But you wouldn't leave him lonely
You say you like the waited 2-5 side,
You wanna be his wife and push his ride
Stand by his side and feed his time,
But shorty you should hold him closely
You say you never leave the thugs alone,
You wanna be wit nore or capone
You say you like the way he holds his crone,
But you wouldn't leave him lonely
You say you like the waited 2-5 side,
You wanna be his wife and push his ride
Stand by his side and feed his time,
But shorty you should hold him closely boooooooooy
(noreaga)
Hold us closely... hold us closely
Word up... yo... yo
A little bit of thugs is all it takes,
To make this industry just great
A little bit of thugs is all it takes,
To make this industry great
Black shine... black shine
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12. _ Don't Know What To Do
(noreaga)
Big pun
In honor, in honor
Yeah
I got love, a tatoo dont make a thug
Jose luis got ya, golden guns, frank sinatra
I know you love it when i rhyme proper
Man i'm still t-h-u-g-g-e-d-o-u-t
Iraq to qb
Mobb deep in jersey and they swerve to me
Stay thirsty, thats what my nigga pun told me
First it was christopher wallace now christopher rios
Me and pun drunk, and smoked out
I used to go to his crib and visit his kids
He used to make his daughter and his son box
Yo i love them kids, they love they pops
Yo pun, pick me up, come to queens with us
You know you came up, what what makin it happen
>from rappin on the corner and now you goin platinum
At the video, for banned from tv
Pun came through, in the benz with the tv
A ounce of weed and gun deep
Pun stayed real, yo i love that nigga
Cause he worked hard for it
I burst shit for him
(chorus)
I aint never gonna love again
Life is taken once its given
It's not easy to pretend
What love has put me through
All my people dyin and i'm askin why
Sometimes i don't feel like livin
It's not easy to pretend
I don't know what to do
(noreaga)
Why the good gotta die so young
Foul niggas live a long life, i cried all night
I can't control myself
But you gotta stay strong thats what i told myself
We did ah, i did his album and he did mine
We did a funk flex joint, pete rock joint
Dj clue joint, even royal flush joint
And a hundred other records, you get the point
I used to hang with him
You know i bang bang with him
And when i ran triz you know i always came with him
I called angie but was cryin on the phone
I was cryin in my home, freakin cried in the phone
You see i, knew big had love for pac
Even freaky tah and scott laross
But regardless, pun my man, rich or not
I know he in heaven, yo he chillin with my pops
Tell my pops how i'm doin, i ain't sellin drugs
Tell my pops that i'm rappin, and still with the thugs
While you tellin him things, tell him the facts
Tell him how we put boricua back on the map
(chorus)
(noreaga)
Yo he fill a mack but his man is gone
He wanna form a new army, but his man is gone
Yo this probably hittin me hard
Threw my guns in the clouds and buck at god
Condolences to his family and the terror squad
N.o.r.e., p.u.n., see you then, again
Ma, i just lost my friend
I can't answer the phone i just lost my friend
It's mourning now, from night to morning now
Then all the shows and performing now
Pun, my nigga pun was always funny speakin
Pun loved me, and loved that i was puerto rican
(chorus)
(noreaga talking)
You my fuckin thug, my nigga and all that
You know?
That's my motherfucking heart right there
I feel like i knew that nigga my whole life
That's really my nigga
And i'm mourning with you
The whole terror squad
I'm here with y'all niggas man
His wife, his kids, i'm here with yall, yo
I feel the same way y'all feel
But i'm here with y'all
I love that man, yo
He was a good man
Man it's crazy
Sometimes i wonder if there is a god
Why would he take the wrong ones?
I wonder that shit all the time
Yeah, i wonder that shit all the time
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13. _ Reunion
[noreaga]
{*howling*} cnn (cnn!) cnn
The reunion man.. we back again man.. are y'all ready man?
Hahahahahaha, yo, yo
My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home
It's mink coats and cristal, just ask capone
We play the game like mobsters, oliver stone flicks
Based on a true story, it's nore'
And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love me
It feel good to have love in the hood
And i ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, cn lift spirits
Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
Gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and dead
And leave em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red
N.o., erase niggaz no pro-blemo
Keep a razor in my mouth - spit it out
And i never had to move nothin, i shit it out
And i still got it but i had to thug it out
Chorus: cnn (repeat 2x)
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but i wanted to live each day
The real people do real things
So why is real people still doin fake things? huhhh?
[nore] peace god
[cap] whattup nigga?
[nore] i'm glad you home
So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own
[cap] stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes
[nore] laced out, jesus piece, ice the face out
[cap] my niggaz on the run they place out
Flee fiends with the cake mouth
Automatic guns, bullets spray out
[nore] lay out, what? gimme the cash and the coke
Sometimes i got money, and i still feel broke
And sometimes i got reefer and i don't even smoke
[cap] i don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time i'm woke
The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry
[nore] and me, i'm thugged out, i just sleep on the floor
With the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw
[cap] my heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz lean on the law
[nore] peter pay paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
[cap] i watch for the cops, still a thug after the deal
Cnn gotta thug it for real
Chorus
[capone]
Thuggology's the major, paper
Capone-n-noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole nature
The law was built around capers since the years of the west
And are you real or fake? how many thugs hear the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is goin to jail
Unassissted, i shivered and frail
My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille
I keep chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale
Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail
Yo it's 'pone or it's fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every city a slug
If i was dyin would a true fan give me they blood
And would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious
I rock fatigued up, down in cali khakis with the creases
Chorus 2x
[noreaga and capone ad lib to fade]
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14. _ Bleeding From The Mouth
Intro:
Trackmasters nigga
L.o.x, cnn
Verse 1:
[capone]
I been through,
Runnin' from cops,
Eatin' beef on the corner
Been through cold cells
Thug in the bench,
Till that was former
I been put the mack upon ya
Look faget
Turn around to shshshsh, to shoot fagets
I been a star
Since pat benetar
Cnn, lox the type of shit that have you fleein' a rock
I been put the key in a lock
Who got a song, hot a capone
And nore got the benz, first day home
I been beat niggas, piss spittin' on hoes
Thinkin' they too good for hood niggas
Been in my zone
Been in chance since larry holmes (?)
And in a forthbuilding,
Been had 'em rappin' the street
Caught 'em wide over y.o, first felony
So i ain't bought a m ching ching
What is you tellin' me
Verse 2:
[noreaga]
Yo, yo
I got guns, guns
Mad fuckin' guns, ha
I had them hundreds when you had them little ones, ha
But fuck that, live niggas, iraq
And you can catch me with a teletubbie
Holdin' my gat
Yo, i'm a soldier, what
You a soldier, nigga infect
A wow, niggas from suddenly just settin' a trap
I murder you, the niggas fiend
Just fiend to attack
You shut the tunnel down twice like militant nice
We at the club tonight, nore yo
Please be nice
I bought the bar out
Crystal, no glass, no ice
I drink it straight from the bottle,
When i spit on a ho
Ayyo, you punked that bitch
Now i piss on a ho
Melvin flynt, exclusive new shit
You better tell you heard 'em on this trackmas-shit
Chorus:
[jadakiss]
Yo, yo,
Nore keep the gunners in crack
To get you in style
[noreaga]
L.o.x, cnn, y.o. to iraq
[jadakiss]
Luxury cars, twenty thous,
Thugged out the bar
[noreaga]
House on the hill
And my niggas flowin' for real
[jadakiss]
Star in the hood
When niggas go to war we good
We just thugged out hustlers
It's on the hood
We the deepest niggas out
[noreaga]
The streetest niggas out
[jadakiss]
L.o.x and cnn
And leave you bleedin' from your mouth
Verse 3:
[jadakiss]
I learned at a young age
Not to ride with dummies
I won't die for they man
But i die for money
[styles paniro]
And if the lox get rich
We gon devide the money
Were we from we stay live
And survivin' hungry
[jadakiss]
And don't pass me a blunt
Cause you could pass me a gun
[styles paniro]
And you can have that pretty bitch,
Right after i cum
[jadakiss]
And you can front and keep your watch
We go punch your long
[styles paniro]
L.o.x style
[jadakiss]
Cocksucker
[styles paniro]
Dump and we run
[jadakiss]
All our dogs up in the slums
[styles paniro]
Pumpin' they jumps
[jadakiss]
Holdin' they pits
[styles paniro]
Lightin' blunts
Loadin' they shit
[jadakiss]
And niggas can't understand,
That we married the street
And we felt like we were cheatin'
We ain't carryin' our heat
[styles paniro]
And we don't like holdin' nothing
But we carry a beat
Hopin' them stay strong
[jadakiss]
And they can carry the grieve
You break bread with a thief
[styles paniro]
And then you scarry to sleep
[jadakiss]
And we don't try to bury you
[styles paniro & jadakiss]
We try to bury a jeep
Chorus:
Outro:
[noreaga]
What
What
What, what, what
What
What
What, what, what
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15. _ Don't Love No Bitches
[noreaga]
Yo all y'all bitches can pay for your own drink *echo*
You got real finger nails , pay yo' own rent
You don't need nobody to do shit for you, go home
I want them ringworm bitches, dirt bomb project hoes
Yea-oh yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, you want me to tell you why?
Lets do it like this!!yo
[noreaga]
I was in love like a motherfuker, licking the bra-tons
My homies use to tell me that she was no good
But i'm da manic in black, n-o-r's ease whores
So i figga niggas wouldn't fuck with mines
Guess what i got caught up by one time
And i'm back on my fucking way to county jail
Niggas tell ome on da streets that my pussy for sale
Peter pipper, pick a pepper, yo i'm peter pay-par
And i don't give a fuck as long as i ball
Answer the phone like "shit,bitch why do you call?"
Fast foward now skip da scene,
Some of the best pussy that i ever got, nigga right in queens
Yo i'mma lefrak nigga, and that's right in between
Qb and jamaica niggas know what i mean
Shorties wanna try and get me for enormous creme
I don't forget no one, i put them all with the team
I say
[chorus]4x's
Yo yo i just don't love no bitches
I jus don't love no hoe hoe's
[noreaga]
Bitches tried to shit on me and make history
Supposely, i was the man da man that was supposely
Getting the jump-off, jumped-off,
In the jump-off,with the jump-off, let's jump it off
Pergalate, all my niggas get high,and half baked
Mr. nice guy catch me with the smiley face
Pounds of weed, for 96hundred, i'm blunted
Bitches wanna give me head, head, give me i want it
From the ugly one's to the one's that's pretty
Victor, victory just like p-diddy
Melvyn flynt now i jus take it city
Yo i'mma real hustler, front up in your committee
They use to call me nasty boy, mr. titties
I'm like unlimited, see y'all little biddies
We like hungry pitbulls out to get your kiddies
We like hungry pitbulls out to get your kiddies
[chorus]4x's
Yo i say, i just don't love no bitches
I just don't love no hoe hoe's
[chorus - kurupt (noreaga)]4x's
(yo ayyio) you ain't getting my money (ain't)
You ain't getting my jewels (nope)
You ain't getting my ring (not today)
So silly hoe you lose (not at a time)
[noreaga]
Ayyio,cross collaborzation on your album kid
I do a one off and still get a million kid
Why you got a record deal, wonder why that you're broke
Bet your lawyer askes question like "why do you smoke?"
You need to stop getting high ,pay attention and croak
It's a whole lot of money, yo it ain't no joke
You gone get laid, you don't even wanna get get paid
You want the rhyme light kid, you wouldn't know what to say
You don't even really care dat nobody trust you
Why all y'all players, play, i rather just hustle
You didn't know i use my brain or flex a muscle
Knick knack, patty whack, give a dog a bone
Add a mllion more niggas when capone come home
2 thousand deep at da club, bottle wit chrome
You need to move out the way ,nigga move out the zone
Neptunes lace the beats and i took it home
I say
[chorus]4x's
[chorus 2]4x's
[noreaga]
Yea dedicated to snoop dog, daz,and kurupt
And da dog pound gangsta, n-o-r-e
Sign out
Thugged out
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