Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Change, artist - Noreaga. Album song N.O.R.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.06.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Militainment Business
Song language: English
The Change |
My life is like a movie, aiyyo da bad guy lose |
Good guy win, weak nigga pretend |
To be live when he not really |
I smoke a foul phillie, write rhymes try to stay illy |
I got two seeds, had 'em both in the same month |
Ya plan it like that but things occur, baby moms hatin' me |
I ain’t hatin' her, yo, you know what? |
Most of the time that’s way the go, one minute you high, the next you low |
Not a soul love you, they just love the doe |
Sometimes I think if a nigga wasn’t Nore, what |
Could I have bumped that bitch like I did |
And would I get ass as a regular kid, only twenty years |
Don’t understand this shit, nigga fake me, jealous of my manuscript |
I, manage to flip, casually rip, for my loyal niggas |
Fuck that cat’s some snitch, I did a bid, came home survival thug |
Don’t come thru so I don’t show love, that' how they view me |
Hatin' me, tryin' to screw me, and your bitches only catch me in Jacuzzi’s |
At some other shows, politickin' with my other pro’s |
Kickin' back, what? |
Callin' up some other ho |
In a minute, I won’t claim no set |
Yo, you can’t find me, gotta hit me on the Internet |
W-W-dot-Nore, if not call me |
I used to dream of, gettin' out of this rough shit |
Now it seems I’m trapped inside of thug shit |
In a minute, I won’t claim no set |
Yo, you can’t find me, gotta hit me on the Internet |
W-W-dot-Nore, if not call me |
I used to dream of, gettin' out of this rough shit |
Now it seems I’m trapped inside of thug shit |
For my thug niggas, just livin' they life |
Drivin' expansive cars, always got one wife |
Where they could hide the work at, how to eat plus to work that |
Most of y’all hoes know y’all not worth that |
And ya know me, type a nigga play no D |
I’m feelin' like my man Hollywood |
Green chronic make me feel good |
Total Recall the hood |
Remember when niggas just stood where they should |
Now these niggas actin' outta place, talkin' out they fuckin' face |
Screamin' how the real when they the snakes |
Yo, this Titanic bullshit, overdose shit, nap shit |
48 hours left to clap shit, crack shit, bogard like Bogota |
While ya imbosiles still really think y’all real |
Just because ya bust a gat don’t mean you keepin' it real |
Yo, I’m ill wit' the heat, and I’m ill wit' the pill |
On the street, or on the mic, dick what you like? |
While y’all jealous niggas hatin' me just on spite |
I’m like Digital Underground, do what you like |
My Cartier’s glow like laser’s, Fantasia’s |
At every show what, got y’all ho’s pushin' up Daisy’s |
N.O.R.E. |
the way I plan this shit, yeah like Mase said |
Phonin' young bitches 'n shit |
Hook |