My life is like a movie, aiyyo da bad guy lose
  good guy win, weak nigga 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 nigga wasn't Nore, what
  could I have bumped that bitch like I did
  and would I get ass as a regular kid, only twenty years
  don't understand this shit, nigga fake me, jealous of my manuscript
  I, manage to flip, casually rip, for my loyal niggas
  fuck 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 bitches only catch me in jacuzzi's
  at some other shows, politickin' with my other pro's
  Kickin' back, what?
  Callin' up some other hoe
  
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  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 shit
  Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug shit
  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 shit
  Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug shit
  
  Verse 2: Noreaga
  
  For my thug niggas, 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 nigga play no D
  I'm feelin' like my man Hollywood
  Green chronic make me feel good
  Total Recall the hood
  remember when niggas just stood where they should
  Now these niggas actin' outta place, talkin' out they fuckin' face
  Screamin' how the real when they the snakes
  Yo, this Titanic bullshit, overdose shit, nap shit
  48 hours left to clap shit, crack shit, 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 niggas 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 shit, yeah like Mase said
  Phonin' young bitches 'n shit
  
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