The Change

Lyrics

[Verse 1] My life is like a movie, ayo, the bad guy lose Good guy win, weak nigga pretend To be live when they not really I smoke a foul Phillie Write rhymes, try to stay illy I got two seeds, had 'em both in the same month Ain't plan it like that, but things occur Baby moms hatin' me, I ain't hatin' her Yo, you know what? Most of the time that's way the game go One minute you high, next you low Not a soul love you, they just love the dough Sometimes I think if a nigga wasn't N.O.R.E. (What?) Could I have bumped that bitch like I did? (What?) 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 manually flip, casually rip For my loyal niggas, fuck the cats who snitch I did a bid and came home survival thug Y'all don't come through, so I don't show love That's how they view me, hatin' me, wanna screw me And your bitches only catch me in Jacuzzis At some other shows, politickin' with my other pros Kickin' back, what? Callin' up some other ho [Chorus] Yo, in a minute, I won't claim no set Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the internet W-W-dot-N.O.R.E., if not, call me I used to dream of gettin' out of this rough shit Now it seems like 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-N.O.R.E., if not, call me I used to dream of gettin' out of this rough shit Now it seems like I'm trapped inside of thug shit [Verse 2] For my thug niggas just livin' they life Drivin' expensive 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 you know me, type of nigga play no D I'm feelin' 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 actin' out of place, talkin' out they fuckin' face Screamin' how they real when they the snakes Yo, this Titanic bullshit, overdose shit, nap shit Forty-eight hours left to clap shit Crack shit, bogart like Bogota While you imbeciles still really think y'all ill Just 'cause you bust a gat don't mean you keepin' it real Yo, I'm ill with the heat and I'm ill with the pill On the street or on the mic, dick, what you like? While y'all jealous niggas hatin' me just on spite I'm like Digital Underground, do what you like My Cartiers glow like lasers, Fantasias At every show, what? Got y'all hoes pushin' up dasies N.O.R.E., the way I plan this shit Yeah, like Mase said, phonin' young bitches and shit [Chorus] Yo, in a minute, I won't claim no set Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the internet W-W-dot-N.O.R.E., if not, call me I used to dream of gettin' out of this rough shit Now it seems like 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-N.O.R.E., if not, call me I used to dream of gettin' out of this rough shit Now it seems like I'm trapped inside of thug shit