The change lyrics ( Noreaga )
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Artist : Noreaga Song : The change Verse 1: Noreaga
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
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
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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