N.O.R.E. - Student of the Game lyrics

rate me

I feel like something special bout to happen

Queens nigga but the meetings be up in manhattan

Move the packs fast, hoops ain’t both crick

We up to cook another one, bullshit

We should have the hood olympics, a cook off

Let’s see which coke is terrific and who is gifted

With the coffee pot, biggest hold the cookie jar

Let us separate the hustlers from the rookies y’all

I knew enough spanish not to get jerked when I want work

Plus, plus, plus I let my gun off, berserk

Got my cousins in the pink houses, never had job niggas

They was into murdering, kidnaps and rob niggas

I was to rhyme as a hobby on my closet lobby

Fucking up ounces, take it back to quarters then

Hoe sales with ... kimble, even show I water min

Fast forward, got locked for a shooting

Hits whop it, back when like kings first recruiting

Locked in the zone, mind separate, guidance counselor

I went to school with a weapon, not for protection

Just to show it off, but I’m gonn really use it

The power of the gun, it gave me strength, I would abuse it

I never ever ever thought I’d make it out in music

Started writing rhymes harder, and to visionthe youth

Locked up, reading daniel goren’s books

Expanding my imagination, I got created with the bendo

started writing rhymes loud in the streets, stand a symbol

my person identified

Hood pride, logical, wrote about the blocks, streets and obstacles

Man this shit work when you think about it

I mean I still get money when you think about it

Rap, probably saved my life twice with it

I’m still nice with it, let’s forget all the ice with ice

Forget my accolades and other big things I did

I was a wild kid, I would’ve ran up in yo crib

Remember war report, cnn legacy

Hip hop pedigree, rhymes is a felony

Student of the game, I take responsibility

Give me tranquility so niggas can’t belittle me

I’m still doing what I do way past you

This album’s home the heart, sorta feel like I have to

Prove shit, do the new shit

And the true school shit, wild with the deuces

Little guns for the little guns gala

Blade back, in a leather couch, harawana

Eye vision clearer, I love who I see in the mirror

I couldn’t make that clearer

Try to compete with a real street nigga

Doing street shit, you as soft as aloe vera, agh?

Somehing special bout to happen

Queens nigga, queens nigga

I’m still nice with it, cook another one

Separate the hustlers from the rookies y’all

Cnn, cnn legacy

Hip hop hop pedigree

Rhymes is a felony

Bill doin warrup dude?

True school shit, real street niggas.