Outta Line N.O.R.E. (Ft. Conway the Machine & Method Man)

[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
Uh, I was in Madrid, Spain on some other shit
Connect, he got the call, he had the plug on the mothership
Suicide, opium, cocaine, Biscayne (What?)
Cuban cigar shit, still, I'm on my mob shit (Huh)
Still, I'm selling diesel like Busta Rhymes' armpit
I used to sell coke to my man pops
He could get it еlsewhere, but еlsewhere was all opps
The lesser evil, good and bad like a paralegal
My dudes in Boston, they got rich off the dog food
Always saying hors d'oeuvres would make big dawg moves (Okay)
2021, sixty, no diamond (What you talkin' about?)
Camouflage AP (Oh), Royal Oak Offshore (What?)
And only gonna rock it when I'm offshore (What?)
The big chain, I only rock on occasions
When eatin' with the Asians, Beverly Hill, Crustacean's (Ooh)
Listen, I drink more Ace than Hov do (Ow)
This the new me, remind me of the old you
That Mulsanne got feeling like an Arab prince (Yeah)
2022, engines start with fingerprints
Let a dude diss me, I promise you won't see him since