
Still Getting It N.O.R.E. (Ft. Capone, Fat Joe & Jadakiss)
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[Intro: N.O.R.E.]
"Off the rip" video shoot
Niggas drank a whole bottle of Tiger balm
Then went to Sushi Momo
Ass shots of patron, that shit is called "death"
Swear to God, I died for like 30 seconds
Rest in peace my nigga Chinx (hold you down)
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Haha, you see we still getting money, who?
You see we still getting money, uh oh?
You see we still getting money, huh?
[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
Money on my mind, all I want is bread
Niggas wearing wires, can't trust the FEDS
I got it if you buy it, that's a 100 bands
If I catch your ass lying, kill a 100 men
My dealer gotta (?) said it's 2-toned
I want a white and yellow, grey poupon
The ceiling some where missing cuz the roof gone
I be shitting on these niggas' where the (?)
I respect my O.G.'s, I respect my peers
I respect my younger niggas', I'm remembering them years
I was feisty just like them, Icy just like them
Chip on my shoulder, had a boulder just like them
But now, it's Tom Brady style, inflated it
Started pushing Europeans, hood really hated it
I took the hate serious, I ain't never play with it
No security, bigger Guns around the way with it
"Off the rip" video shoot
Niggas drank a whole bottle of Tiger balm
Then went to Sushi Momo
Ass shots of patron, that shit is called "death"
Swear to God, I died for like 30 seconds
Rest in peace my nigga Chinx (hold you down)
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Haha, you see we still getting money, who?
You see we still getting money, uh oh?
You see we still getting money, huh?
[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
Money on my mind, all I want is bread
Niggas wearing wires, can't trust the FEDS
I got it if you buy it, that's a 100 bands
If I catch your ass lying, kill a 100 men
My dealer gotta (?) said it's 2-toned
I want a white and yellow, grey poupon
The ceiling some where missing cuz the roof gone
I be shitting on these niggas' where the (?)
I respect my O.G.'s, I respect my peers
I respect my younger niggas', I'm remembering them years
I was feisty just like them, Icy just like them
Chip on my shoulder, had a boulder just like them
But now, it's Tom Brady style, inflated it
Started pushing Europeans, hood really hated it
I took the hate serious, I ain't never play with it
No security, bigger Guns around the way with it
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