[Intro: N.O.R.E.]
That's hot (Hahaha), yeah
That's perfect, n***as, part four, motherfucker
Thugged out, n***a (Grimy)
Neptunes, n***a, what, n***a? (Grimy)
Violator, n***a, what, n***a? (Grimy)
This shit is serious, type serious (Grimy)
Uh, uh-uh, n***a, what, n***a? (Grimy)
Uh, uh-uh, n***a, what, n***a? (Grimy)
Uh, uh-uh, part four, n***a (Grimy)
Yo, yo, yo (Grimy)

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury, n***a
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
N***as 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, n***a, what?
And fuck Tommy Boy, them n***as 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.]
N***a, 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 n***as 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, "N***a, fuck the law"
Me and my n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as dun with it
N***as 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, n***a, 'cause I'ma feel more
N***a, this my year, you gonna feel N.O.R.E. 
Money, we got it, but still try and feel more
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
N***a, 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 n***as 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, "N***a, fuck the law"
Me and my n***as goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams & N.O.R.E.]
Type a n***a roll, we must be duns (Grimy)
Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimy)
N***a, get popped, can't hush me, son (Grimy)
Sellin' everything 'til they cuff me, dun (Grimy)
'93 Ac', fuck a Range, n***a (Grimy)
Saliva at the mouth for your chain, n***a (Grimy)
Reynolds Wrap, coke, and durags (Grimy)
Never cleanin' up, n***a, screw that (Uh, uh, uh, grimy)

[Verse 3: N.O.R.E.]
You see we unbreakable, y'all n***as is uncapable
2G, n***a, we use gats that's untraceable
Still smokin' and n***as 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 n***as, man, I'm finsta break n***as
We switchin' labels, now it's time to break n***as
We switchin' labels, now it's time to break n***as
[Refrain: Pharrell Williams & N.O.R.E.]
Type a n***a roll, we must be duns (Grimy)
Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimy)
N***a, get popped, can't hush me, son (Grimy)
Sellin' everything 'til they cuff me, dun (Grimy)
'93 Ac', fuck a Range, n***a (Grimy)
Saliva at the mouth for your chain, n***a (Grimy)
Reynolds Wrap, coke, and durags (Grimy)
Never cleanin' up, n***a, screw that (Grimy)
Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
N***a, 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 n***as 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, "N***a, fuck the law"
Me and my n***as goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"

[Outro: N.O.R.E.]
Violator, n***a, what, n***a? (Grimy)
This shit is serious (Grimy)
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