(Intro: N.O.R.E.) + (*Swizz Beatz*) Ah, yeeah... yeeah nigga! (*yeeah nigga!*) (*Rap something to talk about*) Swizz Beatz nigga (*what's up?*) (Swizz Beatz nigga!) And R.R. motherfuckers (motherfuckers) (*They gone bow down, bow down, bow down*) This is the continuation Yo, yo, yo, yo (Verse 1: N.O.R.E.) A yo I'm hot nigga and you should smell my breath Don't it smell like all I got is cavities left I hit the left lane nigga, cruise with the crews And fuck y'all haters - I refuse to lose You can't stop me, God cause I roll too hard No license, just a dumb P.B.A. card You know N.O.R.E., my shotgun will tear your chest up Leave your vest stuffed, face looking like ketchup So what's this out here, and the projects near, near? I pop Cris, but I'm good with a beer Me and Swizz get sound like world war Tanks falling over, big bombs that roar And helicopters is dropping on Faulk and Crenshaw Shit is bigger than how they see it If I die, then so be it Until then, I O.D. it, them hoes see it Motherfucking hoes see it (Chorus: Swizz Beatz, N.O.R.E.) (Swizz Beatz) Yo!, y'all niggaz want to play around, you gone lay around (Swizz Beatz) Shots gone spray around, we gone stay around (N.O.R.E.) N.O.R.E (Swizz Beatz) What the fuck y'all say y'all?! (N.O.R.E.) N.O.R.E (Swizz Beatz) Like my guns won't spray y'all! (N.O.R.E.) N.O.R.E (Swizz Beatz) What the fuck y'all say y'all?! (N.O.R.E.) N.O.R.E., yo it's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E (Verse 2: N.O.R.E.) A yo I "switch blade" niggaz Bitch-made niggaz The Lord called on me, knowing my whole story I holler back like, "please Lord, just come for me" Niggaz analyze this, yo watch my wrist Like N.O.R.E. got fat, N.O.R.E. must be rich And they sick of this, want to see me dead Because I stuck them up first, then I pissed on they head Fucking faggot, next time I'll led your bed Niggaz feel like, "Yo I ain't grimy like I was before" Now motherfucker, where you was before? And I don't feel, got coke, just cause I be on tour Fucking hood's finest, niggaz label me a street sign Cause I'm always straight up like the crease line Truth like mirrors, invisible set You fucking dickheads, ain't he invisible yet? Me and Pone like a militant set, stay wet Yo we finished with the army, little young cadets (Chorus: Swizz Beatz, N.O.R.E.) (Verse 3: N.O.R.E.) Probably catch me in clubs, I stay low Plus I'm banned from the shit that I go It's like this, every two beats out here, they sound like switch I'm like, "get off my nigga dick, the shit" I'm like a All-Star Madden, no bragging Something exclusive like pushing a Porsche Wagon I keep guns and push tons of reefer Plus niggaz still hate me and I don't like them neither Start talking shit, I hit a hundred on a frog's met Your shit's lying, put a hundred on a door's mat You're fucking hard, see these niggaz our boss Cause they just walked in like, "buck the doors!" And I'm a straight killer that'll snatch you for Been on the run so long that my feet got corns I'm a problem, these niggaz better watch me close I signed a new deal with Def Jam, watch me rough (Chorus: Swizz Beatz, N.O.R.E.) - (Repeat 2X)