Verse 1:
My life is like a movie, aiyyo da bad guy good guy win, weak nigga pretend, to be live when he not I smoke a foul phillie, write try to stay illy I got two seeds, had 'em both in the month ya plan it like that but things occur, baby hatin' me I hatin' her, yo, you know what? Most of the time that's way the go, one minute you high, the you low Not a soul love, just love the doe Sometimes I think if a wasn't Nore, what could I have bumped that bitch I did and would I get ass as a regular kid, only years understand this shit, nigga fake me, jealous of my manuscript I, to flip, casually rip, for my loyal niggas fuck that cat's some snitch, I did a bid, home survival thug don't come thru so I don't show love, how they view me hatin' me, tryin' to screw me, and your only catch me in ja'causezi's at some shows, politickin' with my other pro's back, what? Callin' up other hoe
In a minute, I claim no set Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the W-W-dot-Nore, if not me I used to dream of, gettin' out of rough shit Now it I'm trapped inside of thug shit In a minute, I claim no set Yo, you can't me, gotta hit me on the Internet W-W-dot-Nore, if not me I used to dream of, gettin' out of this shit Now it seems I'm trapped inside of shit
2: Noreaga
For my niggas, just livin' they life drivin' cars, always got one wife where they could hide the work at, how to eat plus to that Most of y'all hoes y'all not worth that And ya me, type a nigga play no D I'm feelin' my man Hollywood Green make me feel good Recall the hood remember niggas just stood where they should Now these niggas outta place, talkin' out they fuckin' face Screamin' how the when they the snakes Yo, this bullshit, overdose shit, nap shit 48 hours left to clap shit, shit, bogard like Bogota ya imbosiles still really think y'all real Just because ya bust a gat mean you keepin' it real Yo, I'm ill the heat, and I'm ill wit' the pill On the street, or on the mic, dick you like? While y'all jealous niggas hatin' me just on I'm like Digital Underground, do what you My Cartier's glow like laser's, At every show what, got hoe's pushin' up Daisy's N.O.R.E. the way I plan shit, yeah like Mase said Phonin' young bitches 'n