N.O.R.E. - Student of The Game lyrics

NORE
I feel like something special 'bout to happen
Queens nigga but the meetings
Be up in Manhattan
Move the packs fast, Usain Bolt quick
We up to cook another one, bullshit
We should have the hood Olympics, a cook off
Let's see which coke is terrific
And who is gifted
With the coffee pot, baking Soda, cookie jar
Let us separate the hustlers
From the rookies ya'll
I knew enough Spanish not to get
Jerked when I bought work
Plus plus, plus I let my gun off, beserk
Got my cousins in the pink houses
Never had job niggas
They was into murdering
Kidnaps and rob niggas i was to rhyme as a
Hobby in my building lobby fuckin up ounces
Take it back to quarters then
Wholesales with StarKim, even Sha Waterman
Fast forward, got locked for a shooting
Hit Spafford
Back when Latin kings first recruitin
Locked in the zone
Mind separate - guidance counselor
I went to school with a weapon
Not for protection just to show it off
But I'm gon really use it
The power of the gun, it gave me strength
I would abuse it
I never ever ever thought I'd
Make it out in music
Started writing rhymes harder
And to vision the youth
Locked up, reading Donald Goines's books
Expanding my imagination
I got creative with the pen doe
Started writing rhymes loud the streets
That was symbol my persona identified
Hood pride, logical, wrote about the blocks
Streets and the obstacles
Man, this shit work when you think about it
I mean I still get money
When you think about it
Rap, probably saved my life twice wit it
I'm still nice wit it
Let's forget all the ice wit ice
Forget my accolades and other
Big things I did i was a wild kid
I would've ran up in yo crib
Remember war report, CNN legacy
Hip-hop pedigree, rhymes is a felony
Student of the game, I take responsibility
Give me tranquility so niggas
Can't belittle me
I'm still doing what I do way past you
This album's home the heart
Sorta feel like I have to
Prove shit, do the new shit
And the true school shit
Wild with the deuces
Little guns for the little guns gala
Blade back, in a leather couch, harawana
Eye vision clearer
I love who I see in the mirror
I couldn't make that clearer
Try to compete with a real street nigga
Doing street shit
You as soft as aloe vera hah?
(Cookin Soul Scratches)
Something special bout to happen
Queens nigga, Queens nigga
I'm still nice with it cook another one
Separate the hustlers from the rookies ya'll
CNN, CNN legacy hip-hop hop pedigree
Rhymes is a felony bill doin wuddup dude?
True school shit, real street niggas