Aiyyo it got a hit record all over the track. Huh, a hit record, got a hit record, written all over the track. On the boards, *****in shit up yall, yeah. Po-po and c.o.s they all get merked, it go. Keep it tight on all four corners, warrant search. And its all about my niggaz, wont mention hoes. NOREAGA NORE LYRICS FULL
Balloon bags full of weed, yo I send you those. Yo they leave god-body but they come home blood. Knock you out position, and have your little hoe missin. Yo raise the partition, ***** guns with ammunition. Nigga you front, and ima pop one in your shoulder. Listen soldier, I rap and keep one in the holster. Now listen closer I was born, and ima die here. pone shit kosher you think not? I give you my ear. I returned off a short stretch, stuck in the mountains. You still live with mommy, still get allowance. I still get harassed and searched up like yall. Cause Im just like yall, my kicks scuff like yall. Give me a hood crib and a chrysler dodge. Now I spit righteous bars, ***** livin like the stars. Nights was hard, felt I had a right to rob. I give the street life my all, stripes and scars. All I could think was money, send a few flicks to my pops. Its kinda hard to rap on radio while I sit in the box. I erase drama and talk, memories in my rap. We spazzed on purpose, ***** tryin to sit in a cat. Cnn back, like #5 jordans purple and black. Im the first that ever loced on a nok track. Who runs sick like cancer on the island, i. To the foul death of my moms, the slug and the length of my arm. Yo, I give you every part of my life, to my paralyzed (? ). I orally, have sex cause my aura(? ) is deep, it go. Set up a congregation, so I can orally speak. We throw our gang signs up, (? ) wit us. 
And the hoes dont *****, they just brain niggaz. Me and pone like the military, we train niggaz. To sell cocaine, americas, favorite drugs. Since a young one, I love heaven and love hell Noreaga - Its Not A Game (Letras y cancin para escuchar) - featuring Maze Musolini / (Noreaga / This aint no game man / A. Now Im rich, tell your moms one-two click Ok, we on it, on it, right now, right What Ayo, we light a candle Run laps around the english channel Neptunes, I got a cockerspaniel We on the run now, yo, it ain't no fun now And where I go, you niggas can't even come now You hate the law, nigga break it, I don't care And when ya get caught, remember that I don't care N.O.R.E., blow you off. I was the kid in the hood your moms aint want you with. But ima go for the homer and ***** the pump. I rock jor-dans, and cant stand pip-pens. 
My life is nuttin like a sitcom, you see I sip dom.Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth.Best blowin *****in group that ever lived in rap.Nokio give us a beat baby - some gangsta shit yo!.What, what, what, what, what, what, wh-what! Superstar We light a candle Run laps around the English Channel Neptunes, I got a cocker spaniel We on the run now, you know it ain't no fun now And where I go, yo niggas can't even come now You hate the law, nigga break it, I don't care But when you get caught, remember that I don't care N.O.R.E., loved throughout the atmosphere That mean now we on the run, yo if that ain't clear Weak niggas wanna snitch yo but that ain't fair Yo we down in Vegas, money, skies too courageous I know I'm on the run but still rip stages They call me animal thug, when I'm in cages I used to boost razors, roll dice with no aces Now I live secluded in the oasis Gotta take spaces, no time for car races Check my Skytel, I got five pages Yo hit Lousiana, then Atlanta, Indiana Forget a city slicker, got country grammar Aiyyo we goin places where my SoundScan ain't tough To where I say I ain't Nore, yo it ain't that rough I leave the jake in my face, asking all this stuff I gotta keep my mouth shut and don't say what, what But yo it's hard to, knuckleheads got the heart to Yo from New Orleans, L.A., V.A.
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