I’m Leaving The Firm (Ft. N.O.R.E.)
"I'm Leaving" by The Firm featuring N.O.R.E. is a hip-hop track released in 1997. The song explores themes of departure, resilience, and the struggles of street life. It features a blend of hard-hitting beats and smooth hooks, showcasing lyrical storytelling. The collaboration highlights the unity in hip-hop culture, impacting the genre's evolution. #HipHop
[Verse 1: Noreaga]
Yo, NORE know this, and NORE know that
Yo, but NORE know gat (Why?)
'Cause NORE buck dat, Iraq'll make you famous
Throwin' gang signs like it's sign language
Distinguish us from the others, kidnap your baby mothers
Bringin' drama to the deep covers
Salute G, bust you down like a loosey
José probably lay with a gold uzi
Conquer Italy, Africa and Sicily, niggas actin' sissy, see
Pointin' guns and missin' me ("Yo, son, it's on, son")
Hey, yo, there's beef in the hood again
Niggas came with hoods again, thinkin' that it woulda been
Saw us, from what we first did, when we did
Now we twist another wig, a mother lose another kid
But it's beef now, keep it short, real brief now
Strike vigorous, no intentions of missin' it
They sent the message, or example, whatever
Set it up, man on man, only to score, we apply the plan
Quickly explain why you ran in this dark land
We lay you down in the sand, on the lines like the internet
Many will come but few was chosen
Against my set, there ain't a nigga yet
Smoke so much, niggas say I need Nicorette
You say bogie but you used to say cigarette
Dun know, a new religion, a new beginning
Yo, NORE know this, and NORE know that
Yo, but NORE know gat (Why?)
'Cause NORE buck dat, Iraq'll make you famous
Throwin' gang signs like it's sign language
Distinguish us from the others, kidnap your baby mothers
Bringin' drama to the deep covers
Salute G, bust you down like a loosey
José probably lay with a gold uzi
Conquer Italy, Africa and Sicily, niggas actin' sissy, see
Pointin' guns and missin' me ("Yo, son, it's on, son")
Hey, yo, there's beef in the hood again
Niggas came with hoods again, thinkin' that it woulda been
Saw us, from what we first did, when we did
Now we twist another wig, a mother lose another kid
But it's beef now, keep it short, real brief now
Strike vigorous, no intentions of missin' it
They sent the message, or example, whatever
Set it up, man on man, only to score, we apply the plan
Quickly explain why you ran in this dark land
We lay you down in the sand, on the lines like the internet
Many will come but few was chosen
Against my set, there ain't a nigga yet
Smoke so much, niggas say I need Nicorette
You say bogie but you used to say cigarette
Dun know, a new religion, a new beginning
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