Halfway Thugs Part 2

Noreaga

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    (singing like Joe "I Don't Wanna Be A Player")
    He don't wanna be a Muslim no more
    He used to be black and proud
    now he wanna be hardcore ooh ohh (repeat)

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    When I met this cat he was eatin' veggie burgers
    Now you see him yo he think he about murders
    I used to write his rhymes and let him shine
    knowin' that he old school and out of time
    bitch made cat and yo he shot a kid
    On top of that yo he got his man doin' a bid
    Ex-crackhead and lived in a crackhead crib
    Never sold records now he tryin' to live
    But he was my man, I was the key he was a quarter gram
    You like 37, lets give it up man
    you in this war you shoulda let me know
    If it's war when I see you gonna let you go
    but you's a homo thug, faggot though
    I hate you and the rest of y'all faggots though
    So let me boost you and eat y'all niggas what you're used to
    You just mad cuz you wasn't in the Juice Crew
    you a Muslim now or just used to?
    Five Percent today or just used to?
    Aiyyo a thug this week I guess you's too
    mad cuz I cut you off cuz you was soft
    I got jumped you had the gat and you didn't let off
    Ice broke it up than I turned around and split off
    Yeah my nigga shot the nigga in the North Face cloth
    So what the fuck, watch my wyle like what
    You can't rock shit
    Thugged Out Entertainment we fuck you up
    all my N U straight scuff you up
    And all my niggas freak bitches like me and Kurupt
    Aye yo you bitin' my style fearin' my words
    You ain't pro-black because you like po' white birds
    Eatin' ham with your man while you in the suburbs
    You like old school and washed up
    I told you rhyme like a dog and put your heart up
    Tell the truth, tell the truth,
    why you tellin' them lies
    You goy mad cuz I was fuckin' with (?) and Nas
    And you hate Nas right that's what you told me right?
    Everything that he did yo you tried to bite
    Don't get mad cuz you weak and he real tight
    The QB niggas don't like you neither
    You had dreds now you met now you got a Caesar
    bitin' my style, wastin' your style
    You was in for the culture how you switchin' your style
    And you know it ain't over yet
    Cuz me and my click will bring the rest

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