| I’m, I’m actually waitin on the bus now
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| He said we have some kind of special assignment or something
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| He’s supposed to be callin’me, like any minute now, any minute
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| Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone
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| Hello? |
| Jackson here
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| Ya, what? |
| you found Manuel Noreaga?
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| In the Phillipines?
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| He has a mansion?
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| Ok, we on it, on it, right now… right
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| (Noreaga and Neptunes)
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| What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)
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| What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)
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| What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)
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| What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)(superstar)
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| What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)
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| What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)
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| What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)
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| What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)(superstar)
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| Aiyyo, we light a candle
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| Run laps around the english channel
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| Neptunes, I got a cockerspaniel
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| We on the run now, yo, it ain’t no fun now
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| And where I go, you niggas can’t even come now
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| You hate the law, nigga break it, I don’t care
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| And when ya get caught, remember that I don’t care
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| N.O.R.E., blow you off the atmosphere
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| Yo for now we on the run, yo if that ain’t clear
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| Weak niggas wanna stick, you but that ain’t fair
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| You we down in vegas, money, skies too courageous
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| And yo, I’m on the run, but still rip stages
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| And call me animal thug, when I’m in cages
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| I used to proof phrases, rolled dice with no aces
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| Now I’m just included in the oasis
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| Gotta take faces, no time for car races
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| Check my sky, tell I got five pages
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| Yo hit Lousiana, then Atlanta, Indiana
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| Forget a city slicker got country grammar
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| Aiyyo we goin places, where my sound scan ain’t tough
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| So when I say I ain’t Nore, yo it ain’t that rough
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| I leave the jake in my fake, askin all this stuff
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| I gotta keep my mouth shut and don’t say what, what
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| But yo its hard to, Netherlands got the heart to Yo from New Orleans, L.A., V.A. |
| to Queens
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| The I-95, now we hit the Phillipines
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| But now its different, we gotta stay sober
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| Yo, communicate, startech, motorola
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| Keep it on the hush hush, don’t talk to much
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| Thugged out entertainment, you know we touch
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| All our whips got navigation
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| While you whips is just garbation
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| Is you knowin what you facin?
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| This is the life yo, of a superstar
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| Fly ass mansions, and a million cars
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| Gotta get the cash yo And its live or die
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| The Neptunes and Noreaga
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| The limit is the sky… hit em'
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| Yo, lemme, do it again, do it to win
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| Last album was a eight, this one is a ten
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| And when Capone come home, we gon’triple the cent
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| Yo I love my family, treat my folks of kin
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| Rockin air and better, like a Mexican
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| Shottin’at my pops, cause yo next to him
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| He told me every thug nigga is a gentlemen
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| So I took heed, take my time sitll won’t speed
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| Yo a nigga got kids, so my family need
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| A little more than they used to get
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| Real, not the duplicate
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| Takin no fours, makin y’all just recoupin’it
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| Doin’it up, tell me whatcha wanna do wit’it
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| Capone’s plan, passport to foreign lands
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| Overseas in Japan, politickin with Chan
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| Yo, N-E-P-T-U-N-E-S
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| The way they lace a beat like one of the best, what?
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| Repeat
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| yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep’fo’now we on the run eatin
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| yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep’fo’now we on the run eatin
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| yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep’fo’now we on the run eatin |