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N.O.R.E. - Nahmeanuheard lyrics
[Dwnlzy] Where my skateboarding niggas at? [Chorus 2x: Dwnlzy] I know you heard, know you heard I know you niggas heard Know you heard, know you heard I know you bitches heard Know you heard, know you heard I know you all heard What what what what what what what what! Tell me you heard! [N.O.R.E.] Yo, yo, yo, yo pull that nigga over, snatch the nigga out the Rover Dat dat dat, gun shots all over And I wasn't there, but if I was There'd been a lot more gun shots goin off then they was So, tell 'em hoes to fix they wig You see my stomach all round, my dick all big And my guns come mixed like Robin kids N.O. fuck ya wife, snatch ya ice And my coke come white, like Barkley wife Can't stand how, these niggas be frontin Dumpin off 8 shots, ain't hurtin nuttin And who gives a fuck bout, who's spirits is better? As long as my shit is dope when I put it together Me and Swizz with another one, hot forever And you can call Violator, for show that you whoof I like a Swizz beat, shit already come with a hook, it go [Chorus] [N.O.R.E.] Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it's hope sittin, motherfuckers know me Everytime I drop an album, niggas O.D. Though I send slugs at ya, and ruin your day Your like "man there's holes in me, it won't go away" And I'ma straight sergeon, I'll change ya face up You'll have no ear, when I lace ya shape up Cause really N.O., I don't fuck with niggas And if you even met me, you just a lucky nigga Niggas always talk about how much jewels they got But nigga I talk guns, that's usually hot And 9 times out of 10 they gon usually pop It's like herpes, it won't go away, it stay hot Man, I be spittin like these niggas is dead Cause I'ma get my money, 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 [Chorus] [N.O.R.E.] Yo, yo, yo, got the Lap Truck, tell them hoes to lap up Hit me on the 2-way, my phone is tapped up Matta fact, don't even hit me, it's too much low But if ya hit me on the pager, then use them codes I got the feds on me, I'm supplying the coke And don't flash no money, I act tight broke Cause man, I'm in this game with somethin to prove Only been a hood tour, no smoke to groove I was on a record label that loved to loose No promotions, lucky when we hit the news Beef, it don't bother us, we got God with us Rip some pieces of niggas, we got 'Card with us Man, Swizz'd drop it, I'm ready to do it Don't think a nigga nice, these niggas is stupid Man, signed a deal, rap'd sell And these niggas straight gay, these niggas is squeel, it go [Chorus] |
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