N.O.R.E. - Believe Me lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Where the real queens? I shout out to Pori Noriego
Where the real queens? I shout out to Pori Noriego
Where the real queens? I shout out to Pori Noriego
Where the real queens? I shout out to Pori Noriego
Where the real queens? I shout out to Pori Noriego
I'm so queens, that when I wake up in the mornin'
And when I piss excellence, it's a Mets logo on the toilet bowl, nigga
Now that's queens
(Hook)
Believe me, believe me
Wanna retire, but the streets need me
Believe me, believe me
Wanna retire, but the streets need me
(Verse)
Shout to my New Orleans niggas
Hobb Town, Holley Grove, killer corner niggas
Shout out to the voodoo priest
Kilt chickens, Maseratti, Coupe gettin' leased
They keep askin' bout the shooting shit
The only pro'lem, is the askin' niggas who ain't shootin' shit
Don't feel guilty, it ain't about you
Your crew ain't the only crew my gun ran thru
Do bide, no devilish, beverages
Down with the amorage, we don't do derelict
Woops, I got the bomb like the terrorist
And my mind high Mount Everest
Ex-serera Mike Call was on some bug shit
They sent in the wrong fouls, he wanted thug shit
(And this is bout the time I ride super thug)
(You know? Noriega, shout to Nori)
(And his manager was like, 'man, this ain't what Michael was')
('Michael was that superthug', and I was just kinda like)
(Laughs)
(So this is clearly not gonna happen)
(Hook)
Believe me, believe me
Wanna retire, but the streets need me
Believe me, believe me
Wanna retire, but the streets need me
(Verse)
Yeah
Before 2 Chainz it was me
Before Meek Mill it was me
Before Ross & Jeezy
Holding down this thug shit it was all me
Hah, I use to eat the pussy from the back
Until I saw a tissue by the crack
You know I had an issue bout that
Now I keep it in the front, same place I bust my gat
I ran red lights like a drunk driver
A chick say I did it, man, I call 'er liar
Believe me, believe me
OG never lying on the P
I use to swing the dick, I was lying on the D
And started sellin' crack, was relying on the C
Was a pimp for a month, relying on the G
TNN back together, what? Back together, what?
Same niggas rock yo car and yo lover up
Hah, it's time to really hide the children
Cause the niggas gon' be buckin' by the building
Good bell gang like Gotti Menzel
We dropping a draft, we still hot as hell
A team gon' take us, help 'em excel
And if not, tell they whole staff go to hell
(Hook)
Believe me, believe me
The muthafuckers gon' need me
Believe me, believe me
Wanna retire, but the streets need me
Believe me, believe me
Wanna retire, but the streets need me
