Curt Gowdy - The Change lyrics

Verse 1: Noreaga My life is like a movie, aiyyo da bad guy lose Good guy win, weak n***a pretend, to be live when he not really I smoke a foul phillie, write rhymes try to stay illy I got two seeds, had 'em both in the same month Ya plan it like that but things occur, baby moms hatin' me I ain't hatin' her, yo, you know what? Most of the time that's way the go, one minute you high, the next you low Not a soul love you, they just love the doe Sometimes I think if a n***a wasn't Nore, what Could I have bumped that b**h like I did And would I get a** as a regular kid, only twenty years Don't understand this sh**, n***a fake me, jealous of my man*script I, manage to flip, casually rip, for my loyal n***as f** that cat's some snitch, I did a bid, came home survival thug Don't come thru so I don't show love, that' how they view me Hatin' me, tryin' to screw me, and your b**hes only catch me in jacuzzi's At some other shows, politickin' with my other pro's Kickin' back, what? Callin' up some other ho Hook: In a minute, I won't claim no set Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the Internet W-W-dot-Nore, if not call me I used to dream of, gettin' out of this rough sh** Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug sh** In a minute, I won't claim no set Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the Internet W-W-dot-Nore, if not call me I used to dream of, gettin' out of this rough sh** Now it seems I'm trapped inside of thug sh** Verse 2: Noreaga For my thug n***as, just livin' they life Drivin' expansive cars, always got one wife Where they could hide the work at, how to eat plus to work that Most of y'all hoes know y'all not worth that And ya know me, type a n***a play no D I'm feelin' like my man Hollywood Green chronic make me feel good Total Recall the hood Remember when n***as just stood where they should Now these n***as actin' outta place, talkin' out they f**in' face Screamin' how the real when they the snakes Yo, this Titanic bullsh**, overdose sh**, nap sh** 48 hours left to clap sh**, crack sh**, bogard like Bogota While ya imbosiles still really think y'all real Just because ya bust a gat don't mean you keepin' it real Yo, I'm ill wit' the heat, and I'm ill wit' the pill On the street, or on the mic, dick what you like? While y'all jealous n***as hatin' me just on spite I'm like Digital Underground, do what you like My Cartier's glow like laser's, Fantasia's At every show what, got y'all ho's pushin' up Daisy's N.O.R.E. the way I plan this sh**, yeah like Mase said Phonin' young b**hes 'n sh** Hook