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Chorus 2X: Noreaga {Final Chapter} |
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Yo hold me down nigga {scared face to face with life} |
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Yo hold me down nigga |
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{trying to eat in these streets is trife} |
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Just hold me down nigga |
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{F**k a bitch, make ya beef ya wife, |
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'n these fiend for the cream til they team is tight} |
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{Noreaga} |
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Yo at Miami, at the Rolex, the strip bar club |
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Even at Cocos, the strip bar club |
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Sometimes at Medallions, the strip bar club |
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Always with dubs, 5 and 10's, cappin battles of Don |
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For the crazy, spend my cash |
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But you know I never pay for the head and ass |
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Were my niggas at? gettin lap dances |
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Smiles on they face, feel good my niggas be laced |
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Used to be on the block, just sellin they rocks |
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Now they chillin with me gettin legal knots |
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Double L techs, ain't nigga be Vex |
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Rockin ice burn, never too good to wear Guess |
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Makin it happen, seein my niggas makin it rappin |
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While ya niggas be broke and ya never be laughin |
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We on jet ski's and scooters, private jets |
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Don't you know we still have our ties to the projects |
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Chorus 2X |
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{Noreaga} |
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Every nigga that you talk to, ain't ya man |
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And every nigga that you hang with, ain't ya fam |
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See a snake like a mile away, niggas say I'm weak now |
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And I ain't even hungry |
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So listen up, yo this is what I gotta say |
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I still hungry yo I eat like twice a day |
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But ya can suck my dick like Mart LeMay |
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Cool and honest, now a nigga really be arogent |
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My nigga Outlaw who used to live up in Faragent |
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We got niggas from all around the world |
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We even got hoes now, better ask ya girl |
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We can drink with weed, I'll make ya hurl |
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Straight twisted, with hydro and how ya be lifted |
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I told you to hit it light, before ya hit it |
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But you ain't listen so ya ass is corse |
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But you can't hang with me 'cause ya ass is soft |
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Chorus 2X |
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{Noreaga} |
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Aiyo one's for the money, two's for the bitches that suck dick |
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Three is for pops and shit, Rest in Peace Mambo |
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Yo I love you daddy |
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Soon as 'Pone came home, yo he cop the Caddie |
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Tell Bob My Weave, we doin are thing |
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And we got like a whole lotta money to bring |
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Do are thing with the bent, plus we grown as men |
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Feedin like 15 niggas, that's next to kin |
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Sprung niggas out the hood with us |
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Yo when we do shows, we still got the hood with us |
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I know you love that, see us on stage, all drunk, with a thug hat |
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Mic check, so much henny moet |
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That's BK on the wheels, cuttin up the steels |
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The niggas bring gats still, just to keep a rep |
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So don't disrespect, ya won't see the tech |
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Mano-a-mano, probaly see ya niggas tomorrow |
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Chorus 3X |
