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Текст песни Noreaga f Carl Thomas - N.O.R.E.

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[Noreaga]Can`t stop thinkin of the game, y`know what`m mean? Can`t get the game out mymind. Gotta get out the game tonight though, y`know what`m sayin? (Aw, word)It`s damn time. This is real, y`know what`m sayin? Growin up, (yeah) I did mylittle work. (what, what what, what) Sold my little work. (What, what)Y`know what`m sayin?[Verse One]Yo, I grew up like the regular thug - sold drugsWasn`t proud about it, but this is what I gotta doI copped the Jordan`s, and the Fi-la`s, tooYo, I loved the Bo Jackson`s, the orange and blueUsed to snatch Lee patches, now I wear Cartier glassesThinkin that the earth`s axis,revolves around my waist.. and how the fuck I feelYo I played ball for Vince, yo I handled the pillThen it dawned on me, came strong on meI belonged with these, niggaz thuggin with meSo I switched crews, started rollin with the older dudesDrinkin brews, did what they say, and paid duesMy hands dirty, trying to keep little LeaAnd got jerked, the first time I tried to re-upPeople my age, tried to say slow my speed upCause I smoked bogies, staked on weed up Chorus: [Carl Thomas] (Noreaga)I love my life (Love my life, yo)Sold drugs my life (Did it all in my time)Its my whole life (Live it up)I sacrificed (Sacrificed twice)This game we play (Play for keeps)I live and pray (Control the streets)Hear her say (Yo, just live your life, baby, live your life,baby)Ooo, yeah[Verse Two]These is the days of sparkin, I used to roll with Rob ProfitTroy Outlaw, Freddie Bedrock, and Joe WoodRunnin in Timbo`s ???, shine shoesSection Two, part of Iraq I grew up atHad to learn how to slapbox, instead of a gatI never knew rap, all I knew was crackYo there`s rules to this game, and people to blameWhen you see another little brother doing the sameAs you used toGrowing up like youPalyin skully, with his heat out, cellular phoneGetting little drug money, but got the world sewnI recall, cause he gonna dieYo, I cryIt`s hard to, get tarred up with God jewel, part twoSmily got shot up to (Rest in peace)Aiyyo, you realize that you miss a nigga (miss him)When you realize (realize) that you never gonna see him againChorus[Verse Three]Aiyyo, its totally, up to the team, to meSo don`t, make a move if you don`t ask meI`m, casually known, halfly blownIn Miami, cause now Uncle Wise came homeJello, copped me a Role`, copped them one, tooYou keep it real with a person, keep it real with youUse confidence, Thugged Out aimed for dominanceNostradam` in this, he slits wrists just like ?Glomerus???, Grenad`, iced out for TitoPuerto Rico, we live life now cause we knowThe other side of the fence stay friendlyIts just war in there, done, there ain`t no HennyI can`t live that, dйjа vu, I did thatI gained stats, rumblin cats over Kit KatsNow I spit raps, park my Benz where the chicks atAnd just live with a big stackChorus (without Noreaga) *3X - third time Ѕ acappella*

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