Mr. Ceo Lyrics - Noreaga

Intro 

Aww, yes how you do today 

My name is N.O.R.E, that's pronounced nore. 

Here on behalf of thugged out militainment. 

I'm here to see the president of the record label 

I believe his name is Mr.Isenhawk. 

I been out here quite some time. 

So, aww can you let him know I been waiting. 

And aww can he please hurry his ass up before I bounce you undadig! 

Chorus 

So whats the matter Mr. CEOOOO 

You can't look in my face and feel my pain yooo 

Shit give a hood nigga a chance, a nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gone dance. 

So whats the matter Mr. CEOOOO 

You can't look in my face and feel my pain yooo 

shit give a hood nigga a chance, a nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gone dance. 

Verse1 

Ayo nigga through in the key and let the engine spark 

Yo I love the rap game, hate the buiness part 

An give a hood nigga a chance, that's what they won't do 

Cause I stay up in the office, with the toast too! 

An shit fuck a check, I rather cash 

And you know I shoot niggaz, don't bring up the past 

But I just came home,and ain't leaving alone 

Give a nigga one chance, im a have the shit sown 

I'm a hard worker, i don't need no handout 

I opportunity and im a expand out 

It's militainment, military entertainment 

Brand new hot shit nobody with 

So invest your cheese,and pay this thug 

We belong on uncut, not midnight love 

So just make sure our contract ain't slim 

And then I'm ready nigga, yo where do I sign 

Chorus 

Verse2 

My pain ain't for eyes, stress rhymes 

Exchange to a lot of gunz and buiness, best times 

To the CEO, im basically saying 

My life switching, digging out 

Spitting for niggaz the same route 

Ladies too, I went the game route 

Respect what we came for, press support 

I guarantee we x these niggaz name out 

All I ask is my own ar's 

Marly marl, wise and shawn 

Truthfully we got our own staff 

The hands on experience, advance that executive paper 

Stay in the streets we set for greater things 

Whatever in the bank, bank on it 

Royalty time we thank each other 

Arrogant photo's we tear it down 

Bang them on billboards to skane 

Streets imagine, business of rap 

You can sit and laugh nigga 

Who done caked up, you flagrant as shit motherfucker 

Chorus 

Verse 3 

Yo let me holla at you ceo, a.r and president 

Give me a minute, here me out ain't no disrespect 

Let me speck my peace, we got a ill click of niggaz 

Now we got producers with beats 

We already to put shit down in the streets 

Been hustling to long,we need a new way to eat 

And I'm mad at your whole roster dog, must of them niggaz is weak 

The rest of them are imposters dog, i know muse and maze will bring you plaque 

I'm a hustler nigga the first day i finish my pack 

Hit us with consignment and we'll bring it right back 

We for real with this game,and we spit it like that 

And since you worried about spending, we got a album ready done 

So hold on niggaz here we come 

Running through every burb, hood, every slum 

Niggas don't won't none thugged out 

Chorus 

Verse 4 

Do I look like the type who like to dance in club 

I like to stack cash, my son need to know this is his dad 

Mother may I take one step into the game 

The streets know my name 

The fame I had it before, when i approach my lifestyle, more potent than dope 

I write it real for the world, hate the industry rope 

I'm thugged out golden nugget with blood in a bucket 

We from the hood were these snakes, when you spit they try an d dub it 

I got a european attitude and ready for russia 

My hot flow, will leave canada dry, you ask me why 

Most rappers spitting you lie's, just to make you buy 

Unitied states, im like a piece of the puzzle 

I got to hustle 

Like I'm a south american 

Sell you album's in bundle's 

So let me live it up, and let the streets follow my story 

And much respect to the artist who done, done it 

Before me so it's my time to sell records and taking the glory