The Firm, N.O.R.E. - I'm Leaving lyrics

Yo, NORE know this, and NORE know that
Yo, but NORE know gat (Why?)
'Cause NORE buck dat irak'll make you famous
Throwin' gang signs like it's sign language
Distinguish us from the others
Kidnap your baby mothers
Bringin' drama to the deep covers
Salute G, bust you down like a loosey
José probably lay with a gold uzi
Conquer Italy, Africa and Sicily
Niggas actin' sissy, see
Pointin' guns and missin' me
("Yo, son, it's on, son")
Hey, yo, there's beef in the hood again
Niggas came with hoods again
Thinkin' 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 missin' 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 will come but few was chosen
Against my set, there ain't a nigga yet
Smoke so much, niggas say I need Nicorette
You say bogie but you used to say cigarette
Dun know, 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
Knowin' 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

Yo aiyo, 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 niggas
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 playa's rights
Say it twice
Nature soon to be engraved in ice
Hangin' off my neck
Glistens like it's framed in light

The most call me José shootin' the Arty Clay
Benedict Arnold type gettin' this rap loot
Still sellin' China White
Either Allah or Christ married to marijuana
Now my niggas don't write
(No ice, still livin' this life)

You got the nerve to
Say that Nature's slippin'?
The greatest vision
Bald head kid, Cartier frames
The latest Pippens
Doggy-style 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 puffin' my medicine
For those lost in the streets
Up North or deceased
For those strugglin', I'm fortunate 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