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(feat. Dwnlzy)
Dwnlzy
Where my skateboarding at?
Chorus 2x: Dwnlzy
I know you heard, know you heard
I know you heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you girls 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 nigg* over, sn*tch the nigg* 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 d*ck all big
And my guns come mixed like Robin kids
N.O. fk ya wife, sn*tch ya ice
And my coke come white, like Barkley wife
Can't stand how, these be frontin
Dumpin off 8 shots, ain't hurtin nuttin
And who gives a fk bout, who's spirits is better?
As long as my s**t 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, s**t already come with a hook, it go
Chorus
N.O.R.E.
Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it's hope sittin, motherfkers know me
Everytime I drop an album, 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 fk with
And if you even met me, you just a lucky nigg*
always talk about how much jewels they got
But nigg* 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 is dead
Cause I'ma get my money, these is dead
So what, I be hype, I be ready to buc
From the closet, I keep my fkin 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 , we got 'Card with us
Man, Swizz'd drop it, I'm ready to do it
Don't think a nigg* nice, these is stupid
Man, signed a deal, rap'd sell
And these straight gay, these is squeel, it go
Chorus
