N.O.R.E. - In The 1st / Fuck You Freestyle lyrics
rate me(Verse)
Yuh, ya, they said I'm back on my bullshit
But how the hell I'm back on some shit I've never left in the first place?
Throw the niggas a party right at their birthplace
Same niggas got murder right on their birthday
And they ain't even talkin' no retaliations
They is rather pay than squash the beef, that is how they caking
Ham hot slime, no turkey bacon
I thought whole lotta team the whole crew's achin' (?!)
I'mma throw a Hail Marry like Manny Payton
Touchdown on the ground, now they all hatin'
They said I'm back on my bullshit
But how the hell I'm back on some shit I've never left in the first place?
If I'm comin' this second, I'm two and first place
We'll be buckin' each otha, but that's the worse case
I told 'em all chill for the time bein'
Barbecue the meat like some wild side North Korean
Options that I got I ain't gotta be in
Have 'em in Louisiana, New Orleans mausoleum
J's on my feet when I'm post the BMs
Cause I'm OG, Kenneth Cole songs, nah, that ain't me
They said I'm back on my bullshit
But how the hell I'm back on some shit I've never left in the first place?
I ain't fuckin' with clowns that catch a court case
Rip rat their bottom major', now they know a face
I used to re-up from a Columbian
Underground, hurry and tumble it, dumblin'
Duck through the hallway, staircases and brumblin'
Runnin' through the blocks, no scars and no fumblin'
Shawty said I'm gorgeous, attractive
Diss sum' everyday in the streets, I'm still active
They said I'm back on my bullshit
But how the hell I'm back on some shit I've never left in the first place?
A shooter that's a snitch, that's the worst face
He should die in _________(?) right in the church place
And we ain't gotta talk, nigga it's curfew
I heard through em eyes in your circle, it's purple
Make sonic, I'm talkin' half Islamic
NORE slime mahomic, the stash house we vomit
Corridor, repertoire, where yo steppin', boss?
Soon as you step out, we rep out, let it off
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(Hook)
You say you hate militant men, fuck you!
And you hate these blocks, fuck you!
You say you ain't into CNN, fuck you!
We don't give a fuck about you, cocksucka, fuck you!
Said you hate these blocks, fuck you!
Said that you hate militant men, fuck you!
And you hate these blocks, fuck you!
You say you ain't into CNN, fuck you!
(Verse)
Ayo, I do this for the girls, the women and the sisters
I rhyme with neptunes, it makin' me cooler with the hipsters
I'm cool with the bloods and I'm cool with the hipsters
The Bible actin' raw, still hope to God's scriptures
And 'em niggas that you wanted round gettin' yo gas whipped
Ain't gon' help you do nothin' but carry a casket
I spit acid, bullets is metal, the gun blast it
And I be in the mall like Paul Block
Queens and a body in the trunk where it all start
But now reside in the county of day
And only time I catch a body if I toss a grenade
I bought back my brothers, said that 12 years was a slave
Got kicked outta school, they said I neva behaved
Now I grind, grind on that 25 8 shit
That mean morning, afternoon and late shift
And when it come to beef, yeah, we quick to settle it
With that chrome and metal shit, cocaine, you pedal it
Still sell coke, the color of Wilson Elliot
Read New York nigga off the rit
Break it down easy, makin' 60 off a brick
Puff a nigga french, know I keep a four fifth
Rest in peace to Chinx, them nigga shouldn't exist
First Nas and N.O.R.E squashed the beat
Time ain't quite suitable then ______(?) squashed the shit
Hip hop is beautiful. You ain't bigger than me if you ain't gone gold
And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road
Hoes tell me don't retire, the girlfriends is into you
Plus, you spit fire, and killin in all yo interviews
My niggas is my disciples, Jesus crew, ascend with you
Ya niggas ain't yo niggas, they ain't struggle, they ain't been with you
Yo, rest in peace Chinx Drugs, my nigga
Queens be lost a real one
Ayo ________(?), I'm proud of both of you niggas
And lets get to this money, man, hiphop is back
Ya figures mail me!
(Hook)