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I'm Leaving Lyrics - Singles - The Firm

Yo, Nori know this and Nori know that 

Yo but Nori know gat, why 

'Cause Nori buck dat 

Iraq'll make you famous 

 

Throwing gang signs like it's sign language 

Distinguish us from the others 

Kidnap your baby, mothers 

Bringing drama to the deep covers 

 

Salute G, bust you down like a Lucie 

Jose probably lay with a gold Uzi 

Crunk Italy, Africa and Sicily 

Niggaz acting sissy see 

 

Pointing guns and missing me 

Yo son, it's on son 

Hey, yo, there's beef in the hood again 

Niggaz came with hoods again 

 

Thinking that it woulda been 

Saw us from what we first did 

When we did 

Now we twist another wig, a mother lose another kid 

 

But it's beef now, keep it short 

Real brief now 

Strike vigorous, no intentions of missing it 

They sent the message or example, whatever 

 

Set it up, man on man 

Only to score we apply the plan 

Quickly explain why you ran in this dark land 

We lay you down in the sand 

 

On the lines like the Internet 

Many would come if you would pose off 

Against my set, there ain't a nigga yet 

Smoke so much, niggaz say I need nicarette 

You say bogie but you used to say cigarette 

Nine-oh, a new religion, a new beginning 

 

I'm leaving 

Baby, don't go 

I know the block is hot 

Boo, I'll watch your spot 

 

I'm leaving, sweetie don't leave 

I need you to stay with me, come on 

Uh huh, uh, uh, uh huh, uh, uh 

 

I'm leaving 

Boo, I can't understand 

And don't think that I'll be back again 

 

It's like a bad dream and I can't wake up, mouth caked up 

Knowing these cats is fake fucks and it ain't right 

With no love, them hugs ain't tight 

Son we used to pop bottles and slugs the same night 

 

Hey, yo, they left me 

Right hand damaged and I ain't lefty 

Couldn't bust when I's supposed to pull 

What I'm supposed to do? 

 

Lay down, watch these niggaz 

Spray me or maybe 

We strike accurate 

Blaze them plus they ladies 

 

I woulda never thought we'd ever get caught in this way of life 

Prosecution, if you violate a player's rights, say it twice 

Nature soon to be engraved in ice 

Hanging off my neck, glistens like it's framed in light 

 

Niggaz call me Jose, shootin the Artie Clay 

Benedict Arnold type, getting this rap loot 

Still selling China White, either Allah or Christ 

Married to marijuana, now my niggaz don't write 

(Still ice, still living this life) 

 

I'm leaving 

Baby, don't go 

I know the block is hot 

Boo, I'll watch your spot 

 

I'm leaving, sweetie don't leave 

I need you to stay with me, come on 

Uh huh, uh, uh, uh huh, uh, uh 

 

I'm leaving 

Boo, I can't understand 

And don't think that I'll be back again 

 

You got the nerve to say that Nature's slipping? 

The greatest vision, bald-head kid 

Cartier frames, the latest Pippens 

Doggystyle was my favorite position 

 

Until I switched it, dead shit, got on some head shit 

Headed in the wrong direction up in the Sheraton 

QB to LA, still puffing my medicine 

For those lost in the streets up north or deceased 

For those struggling, unfortunate to eat 

 

I dedicate this, tell me right now how do you rate this? 

Whatever happened to the mule and the 40 acres 

It's outrageous, the way the God finesse the basics 

Invasion, me and Noreaga Firm made men 

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