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Tytuł: Halfway thugs (prt 2)

  • Wykonawca: N.O.R.E.
  • Wy¶wietleń: 240

  
   Siging like Joe "I Don't Wanna Be A Player")
  He don't wanna be a Muslim no more
  He used to be black and proud
  now he wanna be hardcore, ooh, ohh (repeat)
  
  When I met this cat he was eatin' veggie burgers
  Now you see him yo he think he about murders
  I used to write his rhymes and let him shine
  knowin' that he old school and out of time
  bitch made cat and yo he shot a kid
  On top of that yo he got his man doin' a bid
  Ex-crackhead and lived in a crackhead crib
  Never sold records now he tryin' to live
  But he was my man, I was the key he was a quarter gram
  You like 37, lets give it up man
  you in this war you shoulda let me know
  If it's war when I see you gonna let you go
  but you's a homo thug, faggot though
  I hate you and the rest of y'all faggots though
  So let me boost you and eat y'all niggas what you're used to
  You just mad cuz you wasn't in the Juice Crew
  you a Muslim now or just used to?
  Five Percent today or just used to?
  Aiyyo a thug this week I guess you's too
  mad cuz I cut you off cuz you was soft
  I got jumped you had the gat and you didn't let off
  Ice broke it up than I turned around and split off
  Yeah my nigga shot the nigga in the North Face cloth
  So what the fuck, watch my wyle like what
  You can't rock shit
  Thugged Out Entertainment we fuck you up
  all my N U straight scuff you up
  And all my niggas freak bitches like me and Kurupt
  Aye yo you bitin' my style fearin' my words
  You ain't pro-black because you like po' white birds
  Eatin' ham with your man while you in the suburbs
  You like old school and washed up
  I told you rhyme like a dog and put your heart up
  Tell the truth, tell the truth,
  why you tellin' them lies
  You goy mad cuz I was fuckin' with (?) and Nas
  And you hate Nas right that's what you told me right?
  Everything that he did yo you tried to bite
  Don't get mad cuz you weak and he real tight
  The QB niggas don't like you neither
  You had dreds now you met now you got a Caesar
  bitin' my style, wastin' your style
  You was in for the culture how you switchin' your style
  And you know it ain't over yet
  Cuz me and my click will bring the rest