Song Lyrics

My life is like a movie, ah-yo da bad guy lose
Good guy win, weak n**** 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, they just love the doe

Sometimes I think if a n**** wasn't Nore, what
Could I have bumped that b**** like I did
And would I get a** as a regular kid, only twenty years
Don't understand this s***, n**** fake me, jealous of my manuscript

I, manage to flip, casually rip, for my loyal n****s
F*** that cat's some snitch, I did a bid, came home survival thug
Don't come through so I don't show love, that' how they view me
Hatin' me, tryin' to screw me, and your b****es only catch me in jacuzzi's

At some other shows, politickin' with my other pro's
Kickin' back, what?
Callin' up some other hoe

[Chorus]
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 s***
Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug s***
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 s***
Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug s***

For my thug n****s, 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**** play no D
I'm feelin' like my man Hollywood
Green chronic make me feel good
Total Recall the hood

Remember when n****s just stood where they should
Now these n****s actin' outta place, talkin' out they f***in' face
Screamin' how the real when they the snakes
Yo, this Titanic bulls***, overdose s***, nap s***

48 hours left to clap s***, crack s***, 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 n****s 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 hoe's pushin' up Daisy's
N.O.R.E. the way I plan this s***, yeah like Mase said
Phonin' young b****es 'n s***

[Chorus]

Harry James Byart, Joe Killington, Femi Santiago