Lyrics:
and just hawk spit
these niggas had beef but now they wanna squash it
I'm a thug and hustler, not a pimp or a mack
it's N.O.R.E., you know, the Limp Bizkit
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
to Wiz
Streat Dreams don't put me in the fridge
You a hossa, a greedy pig
Junior Mafia was eatin' wit Big
Jay let Bleek and 'em live
Nore got Capone
to take reticles
And aim em at a skeptic
Been a rap depression
I'm the motherfucking Lexapro
Two pills on the counter
Gotta fit me in ya schedule
Should
I come from the game (Holla)
Close encounter
Digital scale and money counter
On top of the kitchen counter
Right up under the cabinets by
The rice
chodzi tutaj tylko o związek elo
Chcę żeby rap był wolny od zawiści
By legalne były kult palenia liści
A w razie jakiejkolwiek awarii elo
Bańkę papieru na
rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are lame
Never even heard of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in 1980
Singin mo raps than a rap could rhyme
man spit
And I got a seat for anyone who can't stand it
I ain't chose the game, the game chose me
A lil' fame from the rap, but still the same O.G.
blow
And throw fifty on the block (what)
It's thugged out
So my people listen and watch
Yo my name "nore" but only
Fam' call me "flint"
My people that
come around with them floss raps tryna stunt
Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off
with Satan
I'm spittin' it mad fast
I ain't gonna backtrack
My flow's in a hazmat, I'm fixin' to blow
Game in a backpack, they spittin' the rap cap
They
Prison Song
It's the biggest game
They'll ever play
I never took penitentiary chances
Don't know the life
I survived my environment
Gotta mean
a bully until u get turned into broth like a vegetable
And that's on g's bro
Play da game like da street with da g code
Got the thang under sheets like
by Versace
Melvin Flynt dropped
And niggas told me it's a classic
The reason I ain't like it 'cause
I felt like a bastard god's favorite
I felt like
[Intro (Yukmouth)]
Where my dboys at n***a?
It's yo boy Yuk in the building man
look
[Verse 1 (Yukmouth)]
Rap game lame but the dope game booming
these niggas is dead So what,
I be hype, I be ready to buc From the closet,
I keep my fuckin gear in the truck,
it go [N.O.R.E.] [Chorus] Yo,
yo, yo,
goal
These niggas be bitches they fiening for pussy
I been in the game i'm a vet you a rookie
Please don't get killed tryna reach for that cookie
If i'm
and Taylor ride with metal I ain't talking Cory
I blow the brass like Davis this kind of blue never boring
I've been drinking like NORE a champion with this
when you grow up like that
Know you been racing them rats, you ain't been making them raps
Boo hoo what a hardship
How you paid to get the rap shit
Either you're a soldier from the start
Or an actor with a record deal trying to play a part
Like that
It's a shame
Niggas in the rap game
Only for
can shoot 'em and kill 'em
But in this game if someone jerks you
You gotta be humble
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five
off
The hoes fall off
To the next rap superstar
Wit no shame give him a year
And they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one
Who came
Either you're a soldier from the start
Or an actor with a record deal trying to play a part
Like that
It's a shame
Niggas in the rap game
Only for
or oral
This is the tutorial
Cream for that oreo
Yall saying who
I'm screaming what what like nore tho
We gone hold it down from the Town to the barrios
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