Belly soundtrack

[Noreaga and Maze]<br>Yeah, break half the Dutch off<br>Yeah this for them niggaz, can`t be here<br>Pour out half of that shit<br>Pour out half of that shit, `fore you pass it to me nigga!<br>Just missin them summer jams<br>Summer jams at the Apollo, the Greek Fest-es<br>Brooklyn Queens things and shit<br>You know Harlem Weeks and shit like that<br>Niggaz I miss that can`t be here with us thuggin it out<br>Thinkin about them good ol days and times<br>Word up, this is for them, spit that shit<br><br>[Noreaga]<br>Aiyyo I grew up like the regular thugs, I think I told you that<br>My only means of gettin money was just sellin crack<br>Outside a nigga did a bid, nigga all of that<br>So now I kick back, and get paid for raw rap<br>My nigga `Pone ain`t home, not yet<br>Yo it really don`t matter just be zoned on the same set<br>Me and Traz kick it, on the here and there<br>Don`t really hang too tough, but the love is there<br>My pops died on July 3rd<br>Ninety-Eight so now a nigga need mad herb<br>Cause my, pops is here aiyyo he loved his son<br>Matter of fact my pops was the one to show me a gun<br>and said, "Papi, you gotta protect your moms<br>Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms"<br>He used to make me hit the punching bag, my dad<br>He was a boxin God, and he was real he was glad<br>Yo the boxin the Golden Glove, he just a thug<br>and I love him yo, so I`ma spread that love<br><br>Chorus: Noreaga (repeat 2X)<br><br>Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes<br>Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes<br>Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day<br>Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way<br>Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes<br>Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke<br><br>[Maze]<br>I cock and pop three in the air for my niggaz not here<br>Locked in with me, your legacy lives on with me continously<br>Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory<br>You still breathe, your face show through your seeds<br>And who would know one day you`d go so quick, we all felt hopeless<br>Through blunt smoke my pen spittin and I show this<br>A sworn oath you would know this, I go the lengths<br>with my rap strengths, when I think about my past friends<br>K-Rock and Diesel, Primo from the same block as me<br>since we was shorties, they`re paintin project glory<br>I get touched, it all absorb me like a weed head rush<br>Keepin it thorough for my past heroes<br>I must for my people, street and physical, I still see you<br>Featured in my heart, sometimes it might wrinkle<br>Much drinkin when I`m thinkin, it`s like I feel a hush<br>over the skies touched by dead guys speakin<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Noreaga]<br>Yo from Biggie Smalls to kill a beat to, Bob Marley<br>and, Tupac, yo twin in my Pacs<br>They hard `tard and smiley, T-Bone too, yo plus<br>my nigga Rahiem, from God Crew<br>You know I pour out beer for Fernando too<br>And I still smoke my boogies in the rest of the crew<br>Yo ain`t nothin changed still play ball the same<br>I used to cheat a little bit, just to win at my game<br>But y`all niggaz ain`t here, can`t believe this shit<br>Thought you`d always be here, thought we`d always be click<br>But y`all niggaz not here no more, it ain`t fair no more<br>Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door<br>But I maintain still holdin in the pain<br>Why my pops had to go, why he couldn`t sustain?<br>Motherfuckin Mambo, yo I loved my dad<br>I know he probably didn`t realize, what he had<br><br>Chorus 2X<br><br>Sometimes nigga, sometimes<br>Feelin broke<br>Got a little cream<br>You know I ain`t gonna front<br>My niggaz gettin glossy eyed in the studio and shit<br>Word, about the people we talkin about<br>Hittin each other in the heart<br>That`s how we do it, for all those who ain`t here<br>You know we still pour beer<br>And it`s all dedicated for y`all<br>The shit is all dedicated for y`all