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letra de the change - n.o.r.e.

verse 1: noreaga

my life is like a movie, aiyyo da bad guy lose
good guy win, weak n-gga 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 n-gga wasn’t nore, what
could i have bumped that b-tch like i did
and would i get -ss as a regular kid, only twenty years
don’t understand this sh-t, n-gga fake me, jealous of my m-n-script
i, manage to flip, casually rip, for my loyal n-ggas
f-ck 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 b-tches only catch me in jacuzzi’s
at some other shows, politickin’ with my other pro’s
kickin’ back, what?
callin’ up some other ho

hook:

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 sh-t
now it seems i’m trapped inside of thug sh-t
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 sh-t
now it seems i’m trapped inside of thug sh-t

verse 2: noreaga

for my thug n-ggas, 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 n-gga play no d
i’m feelin’ like my man hollywood
green chronic make me feel good
total recall the hood
remember when n-ggas just stood where they should
now these n-ggas actin’ outta place, talkin’ out they f-ckin’ face
screamin’ how the real when they the snakes
yo, this t-tanic bullsh-t, overdose sh-t, nap sh-t
48 hours left to clap sh-t, crack sh-t, 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, d-ck what you like?
while y’all jealous n-ggas 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 sh-t, yeah like mase said
phonin’ young b-tches ‘n sh-t

hook

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