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n.o.r.e. - consider this lyrics

[noreaga – talking] – w/ variations
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, we up in the studio
woody freezy up in the n-ssa me, ya easy
we also gon do support the fleezy, and do the d-mn theezy how we usually do
the theezy on the deezy
we supposed to be a theezy
and yell a beezy, do it how we do it
doozy deezy, where the easy, tell ’em easy

[hook – kelis – 2x] – w/ variations
his name is n.o.r.e. (uh oh)
don’t push and he’ll be sorry (uh oh)
he might consider furs (uh oh)
drivin, mixin the words (uh oh)

[noreaga]
yo, yo, yo, it go ways to get the money long time on cash
i’m caught up in the scramble where them guns go blast
if they ya k!llas then your k!llas is -ss
i’m the world wide hustler
i keep the gats in the m-ffler
married the block then broke up with her
still in the hood still choppin my knicks
and my shots don’t miss like steryakovich
now my mind clear, i design to stall fear
i’m like puff and cous that dudes that i kia
n.o.r.e. cali weed i spark three
and b-tches say “i’m a friend” like biz markie
i get sucked off, i used to buck off
but now i can’t do it i go straight up north
so now i just chill and remain a g
sometimes its no crew just lone and me
so please let the motherf-ckers know who i be
it go

[hook] – w/ talking in background

[noreaga]
yo, yo, yo i’m on the block buggin, drinkin with my homey (ey yo)
come her shorty where you goin? (ey yo)
i lay like some s-m-n, drinkin some henny beamin
blowin b-tches backs out leavin ’em all screamin
i ran wars i divide the plan tours
f-ck these deuce bigalow n-ggas they mad wh0r-s
n.o.r.e., dirty, black certy
i’m a benz drop n-ggas on i-30
smack n-ggas right in they grill
now stand still, see i stand still
cause my n-ggas i stand still
see i lay, lay back, carniac
and now n-gga drink like that and sell rap
it go

[hook] – w/ talking in background

[break] – 2x
yo
i carry mack, mack, mack
all dressed in black, black, black
i keep it gutter, gutter, gutter
on a neptune track, track, track

[noreaga] – w/ talking in background
yo, who gonna stop the guard try and rock the guard
on the dance floor frontin, had to drop the guard
sh-t d.a.n. – dead on n.o.r.e
and them little n-ggas run in the ville they punk for me
ain’t sh-t change, still no pot to p-ss in
when i gotta p-ss and the pot is missin
sh-t, bright and early when i wake up son
don’t front cause i’m the one your boss read i’m from
it go

[hook] – w/ variations

[break – with “yo, it go” at the end]

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