[Intro: N.O.R.E.]

That's hot (Hahaha), yeah

That's perfect, niggas, part four, motherfucker

Thugged out, nigga (Grimy)

Neptunes, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)

Violator, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)

This shit is serious, type serious (Grimy)

Uh, uh-uh, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)

Uh, uh-uh, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)

Uh, uh-uh, part four, nigga (Grimy)

Yo, yo, yo (Grimy)

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]

It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury, nigga

I smoke bogies, conspiracy theory

It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X

These bitches swear they in love but it's just the X

Niggas act like my coke ain't long and stretched

Like I don't keep two shotguns under my chest

I flip obsolete, see, I'm the king of the streets

And show motherfuckers how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats

In Miami, Big Pun shoulda won the Grammy

This year I'll bring the shit home to his family

Go 'head and keep hatin' until you receive

Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe

See, you a hater like Star and Buc, nigga, what?

And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggas just suck

I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit

Wanna drink every bottle I sip

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & N.O.R.E.]

Nigga, when that heat is bustin' off

And the ambulance come and rush you off

And the witness like, "We don't know them boys"

Me and my niggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"

Then we resume hangin' with stars

And we live in fat houses and fat-ass cars

And we drive and scream, "Nigga, fuck the law"

Me and my niggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey" (Yo, yo)

[Verse 2: N.O.R.E.]

I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech

We Violator violatin', y'all niggas capiche?

It's unsafe like late night on Orchard Beach

Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least

Let's have fun with it, in the Bridge, my niggas dun with it

Niggas had hit records, but we done did it

Pop a collar, see them chicks? They like to holla N.O. 

You know them hoes already know they gotta swallow

Money like Nutty Professor, fat as fuck

Four Gold albums, ain't none of it luck

Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, fuckin' you up

Since you seem so tense, release the mutts

I'm connected, the police release my cuffs

Call me Fillmore, nah, nigga, 'cause I'ma feel more

Nigga, this my year, you gonna feel N.O.R.E. 

Money, we got it, but still try and feel more

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]

Nigga, when that heat is bustin' off

And the ambulance come and rush you off

And the witness like, "We don't know them boys"

Me and my niggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"

Then we resume hangin' with stars

And we live in fat houses and fat-ass cars

And we drive and scream, "Nigga, fuck the law"

Me and my niggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams & N.O.R.E.]

Type a nigga roll, we must be duns (Grimy)

Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimy)

Nigga, get popped, can't hush me, son (Grimy)

Sellin' everything 'til they cuff me, dun (Grimy)

'93 Ac', fuck a Range, nigga (Grimy)

Saliva at the mouth for your chain, nigga (Grimy)

Reynolds Wrap, coke, and durags (Grimy)

Never cleanin' up, nigga, screw that (Uh, uh, uh, grimy)

[Verse 3: N.O.R.E.]

You see we unbreakable, y'all niggas is uncapable

2G, nigga, we use gats that's untraceable

Still smokin' and niggas know how I do it

Keep big shanks, shit'll cut in half your Buick

Just me and shorty, late night in the park

And gettin' so much brains I'm startin' to feel smart

Off the L's above feelin' my love with cold heart

See these fake niggas, man, I'm finsta break niggas

We switchin' labels, now it's time to break niggas

We switchin' labels, now it's time to break niggas

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams & N.O.R.E.]

Type a nigga roll, we must be duns (Grimy)

Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimy)

Nigga, get popped, can't hush me, son (Grimy)

Sellin' everything 'til they cuff me, dun (Grimy)

'93 Ac', fuck a Range, nigga (Grimy)

Saliva at the mouth for your chain, nigga (Grimy)

Reynolds Wrap, coke, and durags (Grimy)

Never cleanin' up, nigga, screw that (Grimy)

Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]

Nigga, when that heat is bustin' off

And the ambulance come and rush you off

And the witness like, "We don't know them boys"

Me and my niggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"

Then we resume hangin' with stars

And we live in fat houses and fat-ass cars

And we drive and scream, "Nigga, fuck the law"

Me and my niggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"

[Outro: N.O.R.E.]

Violator, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)

This shit is serious (Grimy)

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