Noreaga

Noreaga - If U Want It

rate me

I guess it's my turn again, so I'mma do it again [x3]

[Chorus x2: Noreaga]

If you want it, you can get it

Is you wit it, say what, what, what, what

I guess it's my turn again, so I'mma do it again

Film flap with different languages, and bottles of gin

I hear the crowd say what what, support my ass

I hear the crowd say what what, and shake they ass

Get a jump off, jumped off, and bounce with me

Say what? Why don't y'all just bounce with me

Yo why don't everybody bounce with me

Niggas bounce, ladies bounce, just bounce with me

Meet me at the hotel, smoke a ounce with me

Heard you holla holla, so I holla back

I heard this cat got a track, said I'm weak in my rap

How could stupid say that, when I brought him back

He need to slow down, and get off that crack

Aiyo, he ain't a thug and he never was

I had beef with his hood, where the hell he was?

Yo forget that though, let's play tic tac toe

I throw the mic in the crowd when I'm whippin the show

I throw the mic in the crowd when I'm rippin the show

[Chorus x2]

Yo let me do it like one more time, one more time

Get the crowd hype like one more rhyme

Man listen, I'm just tryin glisten

Yo fresh off parole, straight outta prison

Get a green in the crib, yo, to revive me

Huh, every other day when I'm feelin grimy

Proud to be home, rock diamonds grown

If you don't believe ask Lil' Jerome

I did songs with Keith Sweat to R. Kelly

Me, Mya and Raekwon, video for Belly

Pun and Joe, Nas and Nature

Me, Bus, Cam, and the Lox made prettier knots

We got people's that's connected, while ya got half knots

The only gang you connected to is Neighborhood Watch

So what what, keep the motivation

Fuck you nigga, and the Tenants Assosiation

[Chorus x2]

Keep ya shit together, yo ya things attached

Yo ya lyrics is hot, ya hooks is wack

Check Feds magazine, see me cover the back

Yo I outpar Rich Porter, AZ, Gangsta Lou

And that nigga Tone Capone

O.T., yo you know nigga phone on roam

Gangsta shit, watch when 'Pone come home

Fuck them other niggas, other niggas shoot them own

Rather shoot myself, then shoot my clone

Make them suck the gun nigga, suck on chrome

On ya mark get set go, yo now you can run

Fuck the Presidente/President Day, I got the platinum one

I'm like Kiko from the pub, yo I pour you a drink

Now assassin in your cup, and you ain't even think

[Chorus x2]

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