Nahmeanuheard Lyrics by N.O.R.E.

Nahmeanuheard Lyrics

    [Dwnlzy]
    Where my skateboarding niggas at?

    [Chorus 2x: Dwnlzy]
    I know you heard, know you heard
    I know you niggas heard
    Know you heard, know you heard
    I know you bitches heard
    Know you heard, know you heard
    I know you all heard
    What what what what what what what what!
    Tell me you heard!

    [N.O.R.E.]
    Yo, yo, yo, yo pull that nigga over, snatch the nigga out the Rover
    Dat dat dat, gun shots all over
    And I wasn't there, but if I was
    There'd been a lot more gun shots goin off then they was
    So, tell 'em hoes to fix they wig
    You see my stomach all round, my dick all big
    And my guns come mixed like Robin kids
    N.O. fuck ya wife, snatch ya ice
    And my coke come white, like Barkley wife
    Can't stand how, these niggas be frontin
    Dumpin off 8 shots, ain't hurtin nuttin
    And who gives a fuck bout, who's spirits is better?
    As long as my shit is dope when I put it together
    Me and Swizz with another one, hot forever
    And you can call Violator, for show that you whoof
    I like a Swizz beat, shit already come with a hook, it go

    [Chorus]

    [N.O.R.E.]
    Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it's hope sittin, motherfuckers know me
    Everytime I drop an album, niggas O.D.
    Though I send slugs at ya, and ruin your day
    Your like "man there's holes in me, it won't go away"
    And I'ma straight sergeon, I'll change ya face up
    You'll have no ear, when I lace ya shape up
    Cause really N.O., I don't fuck with niggas
    And if you even met me, you just a lucky nigga
    Niggas always talk about how much jewels they got
    But nigga I talk guns, that's usually hot
    And 9 times out of 10 they gon usually pop
    It's like herpes, it won't go away, it stay hot
    Man, I be spittin like these niggas is dead
    Cause I'ma get my money, these niggas is dead
    So what, I be hype, I be ready to buc
    From the closet, I keep my fuckin gear in the truck, it go

    [Chorus]

    [N.O.R.E.]
    Yo, yo, yo, got the Lap Truck, tell them hoes to lap up
    Hit me on the 2-way, my phone is tapped up
    Matta fact, don't even hit me, it's too much low
    But if ya hit me on the pager, then use them codes
    I got the feds on me, I'm supplying the coke
    And don't flash no money, I act tight broke
    Cause man, I'm in this game with somethin to prove
    Only been a hood tour, no smoke to groove
    I was on a record label that loved to loose
    No promotions, lucky when we hit the news
    Beef, it don't bother us, we got God with us
    Rip some pieces of niggas, we got 'Card with us
    Man, Swizz'd drop it, I'm ready to do it
    Don't think a nigga nice, these niggas is stupid
    Man, signed a deal, rap'd sell
    And these niggas straight gay, these niggas is squeel, it go

    [Chorus]

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