Soundbombing 3

[N.O.R.E. - speaking]<br>N-O-R-E, Nore, Niggaz On the Run Eatin *coughing*<br>So let`s big up Kool G. Rap because that`s the motherfucking man<br>You un` the dig, Kool G. Rap, man, you know what I`m sayin?<br>Godfather of gangsta, ghetto, project, complex, co-op, hip-hop<br>G. Rap influenced me in, not in any way but in every way almost, you know the dig?<br>N.O.R.E. - Nore, G. RAP!<br>If y`all don`t know about G. Rap, y`all don`t know about rap!<br><br>[G-Wise * vocoder]<br>G. Rap - see you again, baby (my life nigga)<br><br>[Chorus: G-Wise * vocoder]<br>All of my life, I live<br>I`ll be thuggin with youuuuuuu<br>Rock it out baby, knock it out baby<br>Won`t stop `til I die for this<br>I`ll be keepin it trueeeeeee<br>Yeah yeah yeah yeah<br><br>[N.O.R.E.]<br>Yo, yo<br>It`s mafia ties, rules, let `em fuck each other`s wives<br>Niggaz is real stupid and they think like chicks<br>They was dealing with ounce money `til I bought the bricks<br>I done walked through the valley of the shadow of death (yeahhhh)<br>And smoked cigarettes, constant, step for step (oh yeah)<br>Island-style, four-bill and mop your neck<br>I got the bandana, see, it`s already a "B"<br>I`m like Santana from American ME<br>They call me D.A.N. - Dead All Nore (D.A.N. - Dead All Noreeeee)<br>And I got guns, y`all ain`t got nothin for me<br>Fuck the popo, cuz niggaz don`t leave no prints (prints)<br>Niggaz gave me a brick and ain`t seen me since (yeahhhh)<br>Now I`m out the game like Kane and them<br>And now niggaz want me, I ain`t blamin them<br>I got guns that stretch south, macs and tecs out<br>I big`d up, copped the five, fuck a six, what!? (ohhhh oh oh)<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Capone]<br>I speak on phones in Kohl`s, my shit stay tapped<br>Like Gregory Hines, wild since seventy-nine<br>I`m federal time, still an enemy of the state<br>They had to beat the murder case back in eighty-eight (tell `em bout it)<br>Judge Hoffman gave fifteen to Q-God`s<br>Started riots in the jungle like the Rodney King charges<br>In L.A., what up essa? (whaddup) I spray tre` pounds (yeahhhh)<br>To nueva, I`m loco nigga (loco)<br>I`m the one that made attempts on the popo bigger<br>I put crazy work in, (that`s right) fuck who criticize my verses<br>I only rap, cuz the streets is sour<br>The money is good and I couldn`t find sheets for powder<br>I could get on some bullshit, (on some bullshit) y`all niggaz understand me?<br>I keep heat like Miami, fry for family (what? fry for family)<br>Rubbing tat for infanity, I curse the game<br>Menace to Society like O-Dog and Kane (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Kool G. Rap]<br>All of my life, uh-huh uh-huh<br>Nigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons<br>Half-naked bitches dancin to tunes (uh-huh)<br>Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moon<br>Play the jacuzzi `til your hands get blue<br>Rugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun (yeahhhh)<br>Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom<br>Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes<br>Prison niggaz that ran balloons<br>Shut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons<br>Fuck women in tanning rooms<br>Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do<br>Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit<br>If I can`t stack a nigga cap get peeled loose<br>Word to them cats that died on the street, it`s spilled juice<br>So where that Don be? In the calm breeze in the palm trees<br>Bomb G under the armpiece (yeahhhh)<br>Livin in harmony, coke farm pharmacy<br>Bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honory<br>Washin the jackpot like laundry<br>Fuckin Don of the year nominee, honestly (All of my...)<br><br>[G-Wise * vocoder - two voices at once]<br>Life, we spend, someone - know someone<br>We spend, (yeah) we spend...<br>And what about - where you come from (where you come from, where you)<br>What about - You will get up on-on... My life, my life, my life<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Kool G. Rap]<br>What.. uh...uh-huh<br>Yeah, thug shit, Queens clicks