N.O.R.E.: Thugs r' us

[Noreaga] Them niggas really think that it's a game but it's not Niggas kept frontin', Brown got popped Word on life, word on my click All a niggas really got in his life is his word and his dick And I stay true to them like both of them laws Niggas talk shit my click's not ridin' them dogs Niggas hate me cause broke and can't floss Yo I cop coke, cook it up or buy it cooked already Like a '98 six wild like a Chevy Yo I floss now, look how much my jewels cost now I'm realizin' that you me so I hate y'all too so both sides is hate so it's mutual Beautiful, my guns make it shoot-able Shoot at you send staff to clap you Yo my name's Nori but only fam calls me 'Poppi' That nigga's homo like the cat who killed Versace Homo thug, yo I shoulda know sooner My click stay in jail like Robert Downey Jr. Like outlaw in the beacon, nigga we can fuck wit' niggas think they live while y'all weaklings I'm from Iraq, play the cut smoke mad trees Buy my own business, concentrate on my cheese Yo the door lock, four knocks and one symbol I'm like '98 Live, you like Double Dribble Aye yo, thugged out, no rules, playin' the game Every man for hisself, just recievin' the pain It's like you tall, 21, no out, just go hard Rest in piece I gotta say to Yammy and Taj It's like bitches never learn, money to burn Yo I'm leavin' like me and Nate (I'm leavin'!!) let me say this I used to rock to G-U-E with the SS now I'm in the '98 black GS Golden with kid in my shit, on some full grits headlights Shit shine from Def Jam to Crown Heights Now my click keep guns, time to fight Open the flip on the star-tech and check the message Cock ten Sprint phones caught a deal What, one and the same like thugged out and Ill Will It's all real, still from Iraq...