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letra de the n.o. - big mike

[ verse 1 ]
i’m from that 17th n.o., just in case you didn’t know
nawlins phats is the name i acquired
tougher than barbed wire
with a hold on the game like grip pliers
the reason my predecessors retired
i’m a fool, don’t let n0body tell you nothin different
as a youth i had my share of plenty -ss-whoopings
for actin bad, most of my life was lived without a dad
bein present, so by trial and error i learned my lessons
within the streets i’m a blessing
shinin light on all of those who would follow
packin a strap full of hollows
like jesus walked on water i walk on broken bottles
in dimlit alley ways, gangsta is my bravado
god is my provider
i spit it with intentions to get you higher settin your soul on fire
no one can do it better than
puttin phrases together like the letterman
word to k-solo, i’m big, i throw bolos
knockin n-ggas up on they -sses
hard ever since the days of cuttin cl-sses
at jy where gutta m-th-f-ckas stay fly
starch levis, cutthroat rules i play by
the gang’s affiliated, we runnin sh-t
on some other sh-t, trust you don’t want none of this
got ya sick throwin up, yeah, cause it’s hard to stomach this
truth that needs no proof, straight replacin your ignorance

[ verse 2 ]
little child runnin wild
tryin my hardest to get my foot in, rise from the bottom of the pile
raised by gert town hounds, og’s who held me down
( ? ) got me to where i’m at now
i’m gutter down, my swag is g-like
purposely stylin on motherf-ckers who think that they can see mike
i love no hoe
but i gots no problem lovin a real woman who gon’ be that fa-sho
my mama always told me if she easy she ain’t ready
if she greedy she ain’t ready, so i’ma play her if she let me
i gotta do it, flow lethal like embalming fluid
conducive to explosives when translated into music
i’m a ( ? ) word chemist cookin up toxic methods
takin you way deep into my mind like heather headley
lord please, place me into position to serve mc’s
i’m in need, and i don’t wanna go back to sellin ki’s
make an example out of all of ’em, they bluffin
they weak, without that materialistic flow – they gots nothin
straight blown up, manufactured with no substance
half–ssed like a holiday turkey with no stuffing

[ verse 3 ]
i’m a living legend unlike pac and biggie
whose fate was similar to our ancestors, know your history
black against black
ain’t no slavemaster trickin, i ain’t goin out like that
ye though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
i fear no evil under his wings of protection, i stay kept
wakin up those who slept on me
they blind tryina walk in the dark without no one to say, “watch your step, homie”
they hatin but i soar like an eagle on ’em
fall back to the hood and then push that regal on ’em
uh, southside still holdin
grain-grippin, 30-inch chrome rims i’m rollin
yeah, and for you jackers who wanna get me
you deserve to if you catch me in a souped up f-150
movin swiftly on the twin span, n.o. bound
12’s beatin out the -ss with the windows down
come on

- big mike

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