N.O.R.E, the movie
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Comin soon
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(Timbaland, SHUT THE FUCK UP)
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Tryin to be out in '98, you know ??
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(Im tryin to watch this movie)
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This the real shit
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(Shut the fuck UP!!!!!)
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'98, its ours
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[Nature]
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Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
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I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm sprewell
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Golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand
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Blow you away like its part of the plan
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I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it
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Walkin my walk, thugged out orthopedic
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Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up
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Niggas try to stick me like abdul lerima, follow the leader
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Make me go extra hard, yo nore should I hold back or show the repirtore
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Quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
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I show them why its so hard to reach us
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I get pussy with my fathers features
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Puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70
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Catch me in spots yall niggas never be
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Packed in like green bay
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Harlem week to queens day
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Performing acapella, no dj
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98 live, no replays
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Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
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That its them again, nature noreaga, wild gremlins
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[Big Pun]
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Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks
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Pour on the fort knox lazura
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Shark salad with cabbage
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Pork chops and applesauce
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Twin connection, disrepect watch your body cave in
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Pump the shotty guagin, hit the shorty while he potty training
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I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst
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Simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed
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Uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead
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I'ma a bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said
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Ay yo I hold niggas ransom for money
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Like johhny handsome
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Been sonning niggas for so long
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I think I got a grandson
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My passion is money, a stash and a honey
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That won't ask questions but will blast anybody
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Thats my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in
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Not a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon
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Just a little ghetto
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Where my niggas control the middle
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We know the riddles of life where others know only a little
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[Cam'ron]
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Yo, yo been in rich places, sick places
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Seen my story on 6,666 pages
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Wages, I wrote six aces
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And at the same dice games, I caught six cases
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All over big faces, now it's tipped laces
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Ready to dig faces, but the bang it ain't
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Bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages
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Cats like to rip places
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Bloody lip tastes, but the Cam is in big races?
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But I stay in import the pig places
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But the world know the girl though
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I fuck her off a furlough
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She'll be up, hook me up
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All your sales could be luck
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Only question for these ducks is
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Baby girl can we fuck
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You the type that need a wife
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Thought L-o-x told yall the key to life
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Asshole, yo I don't play around
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I lay it down
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Fuck around, I spray around
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Flick a biscuit, nigga risk it
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My ass, you can kick or kiss it
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[Jadakiss (Styles)]
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Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this
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(Bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips
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Like 2 thirds of a brick (Paniero and 'Kiss)
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And kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the (back of a whip)
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(See the plan is to stash all), and cash yall
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(The weed so strong), they gotta put it glass jars
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Niggas try to smoke me out, (mope me out)
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Cuz the rims on my new joint be poking out
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(I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep)
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Do they dance with the devil when they sleep
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(I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit)
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Shit that they kick in ya ear,
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When your soul be driftin in air
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My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears
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That shit'll drop down my eye,
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I'm too tired to cry,
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(and I ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die)
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(They say you get what you ask for)
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So get it cuz you asked for it
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(If a nigga ain't a thief) then he better have the cash for it
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And we gonna be around til ya body rot
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And if the feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
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What! What! What! What!
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[Noreaga]
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Yo,yo! ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain
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The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain
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Ay yo lets get loose, hennesey straight, with tomato juice
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Queens stallion, my guns, fully italian
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Now yall niggas recognize meda |