Lyrical Breakdown of Thugs R Us - DJ Clue - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Yeah yeah, it's the worst part, you know
Whattup, Ski O's, you heard? (Ski O's)
We're at 213, 213
Yeah, Roc-A-Fella (Roc-A-Fella, huh)
Thugged Out, Def Jam (Def Jam, huh)
What's your name, son?
Ayo, my name Nore, but only fam call me Papi
Y'all niggas homos like the cat who killed Versace
Homo Thug, y'all shoulda known sooner
My clique stay in jail like Robert Downey Jr
Like outlaw in the B cam, I'm nigga Rican
Most y'all niggas think you're live, but y'all weakling
I'm from Iraq, play the cut, smoke mad trees
Mind my own business, concentrate on my cheese
Yo, the door lock, four knocks and one sybil
I'm like 98 Live, you're like double dribble
Ayo, Thugged Out, no rules, I'm playin' the game
Every man for himself, just receivin' the pay
It's like Utah, 21, no ounces, go hard
Rest in peace, I gotta say to Yammy and Todd
It's like my niggas never learn, money to burn
Yo, I'm leavin' like me and Nate shit, lemme say this
I used to rock the D-U-E with the double S
Now I'm in the '98 chrome GS
Load a wig kit in my shit on some full grip
Headlights shine from Def Jam to Crown Heights
Now my clique keep guns, no time to fight
Open the flip on the StarTec, check the message
Cop ten Sprint phones for quarter deal
What, what? One in the same like Thugged Out and Ill Will
Yo, my name Nore, but only fam call me Papi
N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-O-R-E
Yo, my name Nore, Nore, Nore, Nore, Nore
But only fam call me Papi
Yo, my name Nore
N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-O-R-E
Yo, my name Nore, Nore, Nore, Nore, Nore
But only fam call me Papi
N-O-R-E, every time a nigga appear
I got a bogie in my mouth plus a blunt in my ear
What, what? What, what? No, I'm just known to lump niggas
Comin' through 'cause I'm fuckin' with my skunk niggas
Chump niggas, they wanna check my clout
While my niggas on the run just livin' it out
Yo, pick it up, pull out the gat, nigga, give it up
Smoke indica, Tuesday drink vinegar
Most of the time, the Jakes still wanna get at ya
Spit at ya, wild on shit like Ritika
Most bitches I fuck with suck dick
That's the kind that I like, make me cum all night
Tell them hoes to just do it like Nike and Mike
Nigga past, I'm live like the Kennedy crash
Yo, Clue, we like Tango, you can call me Cash
Yo, I'm leavin', you new like you still teevin'
Yo, my niggas on the run have infinity fun
Life is what you make it, you hate the law, nigga, break it
You gotta take it to another level
And we can straight cake it and cop another bezel
Yo, my name Nore
N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-O-R-E
Yo, my name Nore
Y'all shoulda known sooner
N-N-N-N-N-O-R-E
Nore, y'all shoulda known sooner
N-N-N-N-O-R-E
Dizzle Storm, true thugs, huh
Nore, but only fam call me Papi
What's what? (Y'all shoulda known sooner)
N-N-N-N-O-R-E
Roc-A-Fella, '98 (Y'all shoulda known sooner)
Nore, Nore, N-N-N-N-O-R-E
Super Engineer Duro on the boards
Mr. Clue-binati
You know how we do every trip
Act street for the '98
RIP to Donnie Brasco
Twistin' Ski O's, huh
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