Verse 1:
My life is like a movie, da bad guy lose good guy win, weak nigga pretend, to be live he not really I smoke a foul phillie, write rhymes try to illy I got two seeds, had 'em both in the month ya plan it like that but occur, baby moms 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 love, they just love the doe Sometimes I think if a nigga wasn't Nore, could I have bumped that like I did and would I get ass as a regular kid, twenty years don't understand this shit, fake me, jealous of my manuscript I, to flip, casually rip, for my loyal niggas that cat's some snitch, I did a bid, came home survival thug don't come thru so I show love, that' how they view me hatin' me, tryin' to me, and your bitches only catch me in ja'causezi's at other 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, hit me on the Internet W-W-dot-Nore, if not me I used to of, gettin' out of this rough shit Now it seems I'm inside of thug shit In a minute, I claim no set Yo, you find me, gotta hit me on the Internet 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
Verse 2:
For my thug niggas, livin' they life drivin' expansive cars, always got one 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 like my man Hollywood Green make me feel good Total Recall the remember when niggas just stood where they Now these niggas actin' place, talkin' out they fuckin' face Screamin' how the when they the snakes Yo, Titanic bullshit, overdose shit, nap shit 48 hours left to clap shit, shit, bogard like Bogota While ya imbosiles still really think y'all Just because ya a gat don't mean you keepin' it real Yo, I'm ill wit' the heat, and I'm ill the pill On the street, or on the mic, dick what you While y'all jealous niggas hatin' me on spite I'm Digital Underground, do what you like My Cartier's like laser's, Fantasia's At every show what, got y'all hoe's up Daisy's N.O.R.E. the way I plan this shit, yeah Mase said Phonin' young bitches 'n