N.o.r.e. - N.B.C. lyrics

[This is the way it should sound] This is the way it should sound Intro: Cam'Ron (Noreaga) Ya heard (what what) Yo B, we don't even like half these f*ggot n***as anyway (what what what) I'm on my own muthaf**in' wheel (yeah, what what what) You know what I'm sayin' The real sh**, you know B My black family (what what what) Slick Finga (clah clah clah) Harlem World eatin' (yeah yeah) Charli Baltimore (what what what) Nore (yeah yeah what what what) Cam'Ron n***a (yeah yeah) k**a Cam n***a (what what what) Yeah yeah yeah yeah [Cam'Ron] Yo, all my rhymes - I rip it; the song had to clip it The cats in the street, nearly k**ing over snippets Birds gotta feed 'em bread, so he can eat her head I'm almost 21, but I still pee in the bed Had to flead the FED's, all be trife And I got a crush on Edith (who, Archie's wife!) Yo not monagomy, p**nograhy On the outside, like an apostrophe Tell my girls, I really like photography Snap shots naked, the wildest boss First night, head whop, and our salads tossed While you in a mean Neon, I'm with Celine Dion Throw her in the bed, she the next one I pee on Say what b**h Phase two Yeah yeah What what what What what What what what What what what What what what Split that a** yo Split that a** Yeah uh, what Yo yo yo [Noreaga] Yo, N-O-R-E; f** y'all, n***as get hurt You know I rock a Soul Train wit' a Cam'Ron's shirt Doin' cartwheels, all my n***as got Hot Wheels You a double A-R god, the bluntiest You know we throw away, blunts for my n***as that's dead Pour a Law Liqour, drink a long ligga Then again I never beat, for my n***a Digga You know I got, navigators, so we won't get lost N-O-R-E, these Queens n***as call me the Force At the arraignment, Thugged Out Undertainment, for the lawyer - f** 'em and the judge saves it And I - did every crime - n***a name it [Charli Baltimore] Fools ain't ever know, the ghetto's be the baddest click Charli's Angels, tangle with Devil's - Advocate Hoes mad cause our p**y's got the fattest clits It's some status sh**, how we gon' have a b**h Under pressure, the Un undress her That's a tester, that's just the best flirt, to the best skirt Ever make it to networks Like N.B.C., N.O.R.E., B'More and Cam'Ron Anything we put our hands on, soak up like a tampon, plan on For puttin' out the hottest LP's Since - shiiit yo, you gon' have to tell me Cause this is hip hop, ménage à trois And ya'll jealous cause what I'm f**in' wit' the two hottest Underground fellas, what! Chorus (Noreaga, Baltimore, Cam'Ron) Aiyyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan Un-sh**; N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron Mansions, 6's, Richies, plan on Cali, Houston, New York, jam on Aiyyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan Un-sh**; N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron Atlanta, Chi-Town, V.A., plan on D.C., N.C., S.C., jam on [Charli] What! [Cam'Ron] Yo, all on the ballers sh** Nore, but we could call a chick Head is what we all could get, biggest to the smallest dick She gon' swallow all of it Harlem gon' have a ball with it After I get her credit, yo we goin' to the mall with it [Noreaga] Yeah n***a, you know the lie, f** that b**h The only reason I don't kiss her, is cause she s**ed his dick And I don't even trust, ourself bro, f** dat ho p**y stinkin' anyway, let her go [Charli Baltimore] Yo ya'll n***as stay f**in' with them grimmy chicks On the real though, I wonder where ya'll find these chicks West Haven it , I'm the type to split on n***as But if they right, I'll f** around and spit on n***as And if they into that hot sh**, I might let 'em hit my spot quick But first they gotta pop sh** If not then they gettin' drop kicked And I like 'em all, Black Jack ya'll Near 21, all others gettin' cut cut So be it, you see me! Chorus (Noreaga, Baltimore, Cam'Ron) Aiyyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan Un-sh**, N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron Mansions, 6's, Richies, plan on Cali, Houston, New York, jam on Aye yo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan Un-sh**, N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron Atlanta, Chi-Town, V.A., plan on D.C., N.C., S.C., jam on [Charli] What! [what what what] (*music till fade*)