| My life is like a movie, aiyyo da bad guy lose
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| Good guy win, weak nigga pretend
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| To be live when he not really
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| I smoke a foul phillie, write rhymes try to stay illy
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| I got two seeds, had 'em both in the same month
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| Ya plan it like that but things occur, baby moms hatin' me
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| I ain’t hatin' her, yo, you know what?
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| Most of the time that’s way the go, one minute you high, the next you low
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| Not a soul love you, they just love the doe
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| Sometimes I think if a nigga wasn’t Nore, what
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| Could I have bumped that bitch like I did
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| And would I get ass as a regular kid, only twenty years
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| Don’t understand this shit, nigga fake me, jealous of my manuscript
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| I, manage to flip, casually rip, for my loyal niggas
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| Fuck that cat’s some snitch, I did a bid, came home survival thug
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| Don’t come thru so I don’t show love, that' how they view me
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| Hatin' me, tryin' to screw me, and your bitches only catch me in Jacuzzi’s
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| At some other shows, politickin' with my other pro’s
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| Kickin' back, what?
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| Callin' up some other ho
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| In a minute, I won’t claim no set
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| Yo, you can’t find me, gotta hit me on the Internet
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| W-W-dot-Nore, if not call me
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| I used to dream of, gettin' out of this rough shit
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| Now it seems I’m trapped inside of thug shit
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| In a minute, I won’t claim no set
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| Yo, you can’t find me, gotta hit me on the Internet
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| W-W-dot-Nore, if not call me
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| I used to dream of, gettin' out of this rough shit
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| Now it seems I’m trapped inside of thug shit
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| For my thug niggas, just livin' they life
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| Drivin' expansive cars, always got one wife
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| Where they could hide the work at, how to eat plus to work that
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| Most of y’all hoes know y’all not worth that
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| And ya know me, type a nigga play no D
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| I’m feelin' like my man Hollywood
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| Green chronic make me feel good
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| Total Recall the hood
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| Remember when niggas just stood where they should
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| Now these niggas actin' outta place, talkin' out they fuckin' face
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| Screamin' how the real when they the snakes
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| Yo, this Titanic bullshit, overdose shit, nap shit
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| 48 hours left to clap shit, crack shit, bogard like Bogota
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| While ya imbosiles still really think y’all real
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| Just because ya bust a gat don’t mean you keepin' it real
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| Yo, I’m ill wit' the heat, and I’m ill wit' the pill
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| On the street, or on the mic, dick what you like?
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| While y’all jealous niggas hatin' me just on spite
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| I’m like Digital Underground, do what you like
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| My Cartier’s glow like laser’s, Fantasia’s
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| At every show what, got y’all ho’s pushin' up Daisy’s
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| N.O.R.E. |
| the way I plan this shit, yeah like Mase said
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| Phonin' young bitches 'n shit
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| Hook |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Change , by - Noreaga. Song from the album N.O.R.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп