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Mr. CEO
N.O.R.E. (feat. Musaliny-N-Maze, Gold [Oro] and Troy Outlaw)
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Uh, yes, how you do today, uh?
My name is N-O-R-E, that's pronounced "Nore"
I'm here on behalf of Thugged Out Militainment
I'm here to see the president of the record label
I believe his name is Mr. Eisenhawk
I been out here quite some time
So, uh, can you let him know that I been waiting and, uh
Can you please hurry his ass up before I bounce?
Yunderdig?
So what's the matter Mr. CEO?
You can't look at my face and feel my pain yo
Shit, shit, give a hood nigga a chance
A nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gon' dance
So what's the matter Mr. CEO?
You can't look at my face and feel my pain yo
Shit, give a hood nigga a chance
A nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gon' dance
Ayo nigga, throw in the key and let the engine spark
Yo, I love the rap game, hate the business part
Now give a hood nigga a chance, that's what they won't do
'Cause I stay up in the office with the toast too
But shit, fuck a check, I'd rather cash
And you know I shot niggas, don't bring up the past
But I just came home, and I'm living alone
Give a nigga one chance, I'ma have the shit sewn
I'm a hard worker, I don't need no handout
One opportunity, and I'ma expand out
It's Militainment, military entertainment
Brand new hot shit nobody came with
So invest your G's and pay this thug
We belong on Uncut, not Midnight Love
So let's just make sure the contract ain't slimed
And then I'm ready nigga, yo, when do I sign?
So what's the matter Mr. CEO?
You can't look at my face and feel my pain yo
Shit, shit, give a hood nigga a chance
A nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gon' dance
So what's the matter Mr. CEO?
You can't look at my face and feel my pain yo
Shit, give a hood nigga a chance
A nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gon' dance
My pain ain't for eyes, the stress rhymes
Change to a lot of guns and business, best times
To the CEO I'm basically saying my life's switching day and out
Spitting for niggas the same route
Ladies too, I'm what the game 'bout, respect what we came for
Press support, I guarantee we X these niggas' name out
All I ask is my own A&R's, Marty, Mar, Wise, and Shan
Truthfully we got our own staff with hands-on experience
A glance at executive paper, a stare at the streets
We set for greater things, whatever hate may bring, bank on it
Royalty time, we thank each other every performance
We tear it down, banging the billboards to stands
Streets and mags, when biz is a wrap, you can sit and laugh
Nigga, we done caked up, but you flagrant as shit, muh'fucker
So what's the matter Mr. CEO?
You can't look at my face and feel my pain yo
Shit, shit, give a hood nigga a chance
A nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gon' dance
So what's the matter Mr. CEO?
You can't look at my face and feel my pain yo
Shit, give a hood nigga a chance
A nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gon' dance
So let me holla at you CEOs, A&Rs, and presidents
Give me a minute, hear me out, ain't no disrespect
Let me speak my peace, we got an ill click of niggas
And we got producers with beats
And we already put it down in the streets
We been hustling too long, we need a new way to eat
And I battle your whole roster, dog
Most of them niggas is weak, the rest of them impostor, dog
I know Musa Mays'll bring you a plaque
I'm a hustler, nigga, the first day I finish my pack
Hit us with consignment, and we bring it right back
We for real with this game and we spit it like that
And since you worried about spending, we got an album ready done
So hold on, niggas, here we come
Running through every burb, hood, every slum
Niggas don't want none, Thugged Out
So what's the matter Mr. CEO?
You can't look at my face and feel my pain yo
Shit, shit, give a hood nigga a chance
A nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gon' dance
So what's the matter Mr. CEO?
You can't look at my face and feel my pain yo
Shit, give a hood nigga a chance
A nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gon' dance
So what's the matter Mr. CEO? Don't wanna see me flow?
See me blow, see me go, see me getting C notes
Bottom to the top, from the top to the bottom
I'ma keep on pushing, banging heads 'cause I got 'em
Like an unlimited supply, so why you wanna lie?
Or why you wan' deny, or why you wanna try
To even play me like I'm some kind of fool?
This industry need to change the rules, c'mon
Mr. CEO, can I get an interview?
It's me and you, it's hustle, man
The streets love me, industry need me
I'm not needy, I'm already dirty, so push me filthy
I guarantee this whole planet of ours will feel me
Most of us talk it while I live it through the stomach of training
DMG like my stash type is make moves right
So don't think about the chances with me
Just think about the chances with us
In God we trust, we sharing it, so what?
So what's the matter Mr. CEO?
You can't look at my face and feel my pain yo
Shit, shit, give a hood nigga a chance
A nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gon' dance
So what's the matter Mr. CEO?
You can't look at my face and feel my pain yo
Shit, give a hood nigga a chance
A nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gon' dance
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