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It's NORE time! ETHER BOY! Stretch your arms out or somethin man NORE! Busta Bus! NORE! I just strapped in for the remix nigga! Remix (G-Mix) Rotate (G-Mix) Remix (G-Mix) Rotate Remix (G-Mix) Rotate (G-Mix) Remix (G-Mix) All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) Aiyyo su-perthug I love what the streets do And we all New York artist it ain't regional My Queens people told me tighten up my schemes The homey Kanye told me tighten up my jeans (NO!) Oh, my, God, go on God (GOD!) NORE back, NORE back, go and tell Jesus Go alert the hustlers people that sell keys This is no reason this is no warning shots This is no false alarm holmes or none of that That, some pour in line to the protocol Or get three holes in you like a bowling ball Superthug rifle, Stokey Carmichael I heard alot of artist wanna throw darts But your boy rotatin on the Billboard charts (On the charts) Yeah, on the Billboard charts Your boy rotatin on the Billboard charts Oh! Uh! I'm rotatin the truck the truck (Truck) Ride through Harlem rotatin it up You broke, you ain't rotatin a buck And I can slide your girl off and rotate in the guts All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) Get up (OH) Stand up (OH) Errbody hands up We all in the club, club, we don't give a damn (WHAT? !) It's that new me, in my new V Used to wear Coogi, now I wear Gucci I've been fresh since 9-8 Wore my Nautica suits in all whites, I'm straight B.I.G. in the Land Rover The other punk lil' rappers had to move over (SCOOT!) I was kickin out with Hova With that Jiggaman came and took the beat - game over Ruff Ryders came and took the street thang over And N.O.R. came, "Superthug", it's over Look! Everytime I spit I drop heat from the gutter You ain't realize you can't stop me mu'fucker! I pop off like a launch of missles and whistle It's the way I hot the block I should open a chain of Sizzler's I out grind niggas in the street and how I carve a flow All in the beat you should call me master, hammer and chizzler Like I'm a stop a hope that ain't somethin expected Like you ain't already know I'm the nicest NOW JUST RESPECT IT! All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) PONE! Aiyyo, aiyyo, I'm a be the first with that new 750i Coupe I suck over sour and shorties in them high boots (Love 'em!) My goons'll treat ya face like a drive-thru Take the order, eat ya food, then get high too (UH-OHHHHH!) That new CNN, that new Bussa, new Kiss I rep for niggas in the box like new kicks PONE, I might rotate with new chicks And still got workers rotatin two shifts Bullets rotatin the joint when I blast metal Session to have your funeral lookin mad ghetto You don't know what time it is, I can't tell you I got bad sinuses, I can't smell you Don't make promises, 'cause they'll kill you You just talk to the hood then they'll feel you You try to leave without payin they gon' bill you When you rotate with a snowflake, they gon' grill you WHAT! All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!) |