Testo I'm Leaving - Noriega feat. Nature
Testo della canzone I'm Leaving (Noriega feat. Nature), tratta dall'album The Album (Explicit Version)
Yo Nore know this, and Nore know that
Yo, but Nore no gat, why, cause Nore buck that
Iraq'll make you famous, throwin' gang signs like it's sign language
Distinguished, us from the others
Kidnap your baby mothers, bringin' drama to the deep covers
Saluti, bust you down like a Uzi
Jose probably lay with a gold Uzi
Conquer Italy, Africa, and Sicily
And niggas actin' sissy, see, pointin' guns and missin' me
(Yo son, it's on son) Aiyyo it's beef in the hood again
Niggas came with hoods again, thinkin' that it woulda been
Schwartz, from when we first did what we did
Now we twist another wig, a mother lose another kid
But it's beef now, keep it short, real brief now
Strike vigorous, no intentions, of missin' it
They sent a message, or example, whatever
Set it up, man on man, won't even score we apply the plan
Quickly explain why you ran in this dark land
We lay you down in the sand
On the lines like the internet
Many will come but few will go on
Against my set, they ain't a nigga yet
Smoke so much niggas say I need nicorettes
You say bogie but you used to say cigarette
Now I know, new religion, a new beginning
I'm leavin' (baby don't go, I know the
Block is hot, people'll watch your spot)
I'm leavin' (sweetie don't leave, I need you to stay with me, c'mon)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm leavin' (boo, I can't understand)
And don't think that I'll be back again
It's like a bad dream, and I can't wake up
Mouth caked up, knowin' these cats is fake fucks
And it ain't right, when no love and hugs ain't tight
Son we used to pop bottles and slugs the same night
Aiyyo they left me, right hand damage and I ain't lefty
Couldn't bust what I'm supposed to pull, what I'm supposed to do
Lay down, watch these niggas spray me, or maybe
Be straight accurate, blaze them, plus they lady
I woulda never thought we'd ever get caught, in this way of life
Prosecution, if you violate a player's right
Say it twice, Nature soon to be engraved in ice
Hangin' off my neck, glistens like it's framed in light
Yo, they call me Jose, shootin' the Arty Clay, Benedict Arnold type
Gettin' his rap loot, still sellin' China white
Either Allah or Christ
Married, the marijuana, now my niggas throw rice
Male ice, still, livin' this life
I'm leavin' (baby don't go, I know the
Block is hot, people'll watch your spot)
I'm leavin' (sweetie don't leave, I need you to stay with me, c'mon)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm leavin' (boo, I can't understand)
And don't think that I'll be back again
You got the nerve to say that Nature's slippin', the greatest vision
Baldhead kid, Cartier frames, the latest pimpin'
Doggy style was my favorite position until I switched it
Dead shit, got on some head shit
Headed in the wrong direction up in the Sheridan
QB to L.A., still puffin' my medicine
For those lost in the streets, up North or deceased
For those strugglin' unfortunate to eat I dedicate this
Tell me right now how do you rate this
Whatever happened to the mule and the 40 acres
It's outrageous, the way the God finessed the basics
Invasion, me and Noreaga, firm pavement
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Barnes, Jean Claude Olivier, Victor Santiago, Jeremiah Ray Baxter
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