The Change

(album: N.O.R.E. - 1998)

[Verse 1: Noreaga]

My life is like a movie, aiyyo da bad guy lose
good guy win, weak nigga pretend, to be live when he not really
I smoke a foul phillie, write rhymes try to stay illy
I got two seeds, had 'em both in the same month
ya plan it like that but things occur, baby moms hating me
I ain't hating her, yo, you know what?
Most of the time that's way the go, one minute you high, the next you low
Not a soul love, they just love the doe
Sometimes I think if a nigga wasn't Nore, what
could I have bumped that bitch like I did
and would I get ass as a regular kid, only twenty years
don't understand this shit, nigga fake me, jealous of my manuscript
I, manage to flip, casually rip, for my loyal niggas
fuck that cat's some snitch, I did a bid, came home survival thug
don't come thru so I don't show love, that' how they view me
hating me, trying to screw me, and your bitches only catch me in jacuzzi's
at some other shows, politicking with my other pro's
Kicking back, what?
Calling up some other hoe

[Hook:]

In a minute, I won't claim no set
Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the Internet
W-W-dot-Nore, if not call me
I used to dream of, getting out of this rough shit
Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug shit
In a minute, I won't claim no set
Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the Internet
W-W-dot-Nore, if not call me
I used to dream of, getting out of this rough shit
Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug shit

[Verse 2: Noreaga]

For my thug niggas, just living they life
driving expansive cars, always got one wife
where they could hide the work at, how to eat plus to work that
Most of y'all hoes know y'all not worth that
And ya know me, type a nigga play no D
I'm feeling like my man Hollywood
Green chronic make me feel good
Total Recall the hood
remember when niggas just stood where they should
Now these niggas acting outta place, talking out they fucking face
Screaming how the real when they the snakes
Yo, this Titanic bullshit, overdose shit, nap shit
48 hours left to clap shit, crack shit, bogard like Bogota
While ya imbosiles still really think y'all real
Just because ya bust a gat don't mean you keeping it real
Yo, I'm ill wit' the heat, and I'm ill wit' the pill
On the street, or on the mic, dick what you like?
While y'all jealous niggas hating me just on spite
I'm like Digital Underground, do what you like
My Cartier's glow like laser's, Fantasia's
At every show what, got y'all hoe's pushing up Daisy's
N.O.R.E. the way I plan this shit, yeah like Mase said
Phoning young bitches 'n shit

[Hook]