Nora lyrics

[Intro: Mekhi Phifer, BEATSBYSAV, & bzargoodboy]
I'm about to be on some real murder sh*t, A
I'm tellin' you, man, any n*gga that ever looked at me wrong (Ooh, SAV killed it, hell yeah, what the f*ck?)
Owes me money, or ever said any jealous bullsh*t about me is f*ckin' dead (Alright)
You understand what the f*ck I'm sayin'? They're f*ckin' dead (Yeah-Yeah-Yeah)
I don't give a f*ck about nothin' (Alright, look)

[Verse 1: bzargoodboy]
Where—, redacted? I'm tryna bust a nut
Yo' b*tch don't even spoon no more, y'all sleep butt-to-butt
I just poured a cup of—, yeah, now I'm f*ckin' stuck
Oh, you wanna—, alright, good f*ckin' luck
Gooseneck clip on the A-R, I'll make them duck-duck-duck
I'll snatch his intestines out and play Double Dutch
S-N-S went so damn hard, they had to shuffle us
Me and Ben Frank in the bed, real cuddled up
Sippin' on that Chemical X, like I'm Buttercup
Square n*gga try to rob us? Blow his bubble up
Slash a n*gga in his chin, and make his stubble up
[?] make his car bomb, like a shuttle bus

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
He was talkin' all that sh*t, but he pause, he ain't bussin' up
Man, it's "f*ck the world", then I f*ck my girl, I ain't bustin' up
It's a team plan, you want money wit' us? Time to huddle up
He ain't stackin'? It's a f*ckin' fund, he ain't packin'? That's a f*ckin' stunt
All this yappin', ain't no action, told that b*tch, "We gon' f*ck or what?"
Lookin' for yo' bag and yo' b*tch, is this a f*ckin' hunt?
I was trippin' 'bout some sh*t, now I'm really up
Getcho money up and not yo' funny up, y'all just silly, huh? Dumbass
[Verse 3: bzargoodboy]
Nicotine and caffeinated drinks, but they sugarless
That boy ain't only pus*y, he sugar sh*t
Tell my shooter, "The target got a cold", and his booger flip
[?] and let my nuts hang like hooker tits
Foreign hoe tried to say my name and she butchered it
Get close to foolin' me once and you pushin' it
Let a n*gga get loud wit' me and I'm shushin' it
Told myself, "When you cookin' up, [?] it"

[Verse 4: PE$O PETE]
[?] when we rappin' in this b*tch, uh, damn
Rappin' in this b*tch, ain't no breaks or hooks in it
Got my mind on the money, ain't no muhf*ckin' books in it
Got my left wrist on Patrick, told a b*tch, "Just look at it!"
Stop all that talkin' sh*t, yo' ass tellin' lies
Right wrist, Terastallize, I'm not like them other guys
Back in days, it sound like f*ckin' murder, now it's homicide
Yo' ass ain't do sh*t with that gun, sh*t was dramatized
Hold on, left wrist like Roarin' Moon
Left wrist, Rotom Wash, b*tch like "What?", huh?
Give them b*tches Moby di*k, sh*t like a harpoon
I'm pourin' double Ed and Edd, like the cartoon

[Verse 5: bzargoodboy]
Boy tried to pull a fast one, he must think he Flash
.4-5'll make Mr. Incredible do the dash
You can't hit the plays you want, 'cause you f*ckin' ass
You can't make the moves you want, 'cause you f*ckin' trash
Grab my [?], watch that little whore 'cause she think she fast
[?] caught a case and had to sit for a couple acts
Learned a lot of sh*t back in my day, now I really [?]
They'll try to sell you NyQuil like it's really Act'
Red Bull injected in me, them things don't really [?]
This pressure charge up, I'll c*ck back, it really smack
They ain't believe me when I said, "It was", but it's really that
He waitin' on his crush to change his mind, think he [?] the [?]
[?] a [?], step out of line, tell 'em, "Face the facts"
White America been tryin' hard to erase the Blacks
You worried 'bout a girl at the crib, had to chase the sack
I done fell off a couple times, always make it back
[Outro: PE$O PETE]
Fat boy, when he see the 9, make him face the MAC, big ass boy
Like a li'l lonely ass hoe, tote big ass toy
I'mma have to pull it like—, hahaha, I don't have a rhyme
I don't have a rhyme for the last one, I'm sorry (I don't have a rhyme for the last one, I'm sorry)