The Change
Verse 1: Noreag
My life is like a movie, aiyyo da bad guy los
good guy win, weak nigga pretend, to be live when he not reall
I smoke a foul phillie, write rhymes try to stay ill
I got two seeds, had 'em both in the same mont
ya plan it like that but things occur, baby moms hatin' m
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 lo
Not a soul love, they just love the do
Sometimes I think if a nigga wasn't Nore, wha
could I have bumped that bitch like I di
and would I get ass as a regular kid, only twenty year
don't understand this shit, nigga fake me, jealous of my manuscrip
I, manage to flip, casually rip, for my loyal nigga
fuck that cat's some snitch, I did a bid, came home survival thu
don't come thru so I don't show love, that' how they view m
hatin' me, tryin' to screw me, and your bitches only catch me in jacuzzi'
at some other shows, politickin' with my other pro'
Kickin' back, what
Callin' up some other ho
Hook
In a minute, I won't claim no se
Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the Interne
W-W-dot-Nore, if not call m
I used to dream of, gettin' out of this rough shi
Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug shi
In a minute, I won't claim no se
Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the Interne
W-W-dot-Nore, if not call m
I used to dream of, gettin' out of this rough shi
Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug shi
Verse 2: Noreag
For my thug niggas, just livin' they lif
drivin' expansive cars, always got one wif
where they could hide the work at, how to eat plus to work tha
Most of y'all hoes know y'all not worth tha
And ya know me, type a nigga play no
I'm feelin' like my man Hollywoo
Green chronic make me feel goo
Total Recall the hoo
remember when niggas just stood where they shoul
Now these niggas actin' outta place, talkin' out they fuckin' fac
Screamin' how the real when they the snake
Yo, this Titanic bullshit, overdose shit, nap shi
48 hours left to clap shit, crack shit, bogard like Bogot
While ya imbosiles still really think y'all rea
Just because ya bust a gat don't mean you keepin' it rea
Yo, I'm ill wit' the heat, and I'm ill wit' the pil
On the street, or on the mic, dick what you like
While y'all jealous niggas hatin' me just on spit
I'm like Digital Underground, do what you lik
My Cartier's glow like laser's, Fantasia'
At every show what, got y'all hoe's pushin' up Daisy'
N.O.R.E. the way I plan this shit, yeah like Mase sai
Phonin' young bitches 'n shi
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