N.B.C. Lyrics – Charli B f/ Cam'Ron, Noreaga

N.B.C. Text

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<This is the way it should sound>
This is the way it should sound

[Intro: Cam'Ron (Noreaga)]

Ya heard (what what)
Yo B, we don't even like half these f*ggot niggas anyway
(what what what)
I'm on my own muthaf**kin' wheel (yeah, what what what)
You know what I'm sayin'
The real sh*t, you know B

My black family (what what what)
Slick Finga (clah clah clah)
Harlem World eatin' (yeah yeah)
Charli Baltimore (what what what)
Nore (yeah yeah what what what)
Cam'Ron nigga (yeah yeah)
Killa Cam nigga (what what what)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Cam'Ron]
Yo, all my rhymes - I rip it; the song had to clip it
The cats in the street, nearly killing over snippets
Birds gotta feed 'em bread, so he can eat her head
I'm almost 21, but I still pee in the bed
Had to flead the FED's, all be trife
And I got a crush on Edith (who, Archie's wife!)
Yo not monagomy, pornograhy
On the outside, like an apostrophe
Tell my girls, I really like photography
Snap shots naked, the wildest boss
First night, head whop, and our salads tossed
While you in a mean neon, I'm with Celine Dion
Throw her in the bed, she the next one I pee on

Say what b**ch
Phase two
Yeah yeah
What what what
What what
What what what
What what what
What what what
Split that ass yo
Split that ass
Yeah uh, what
Yo yo yo

[Noreaga]
Yo, N-O-R-E; f**k y'all, niggas get hurt
You know I rock a Soul Train wit' a Cam'Ron's shirt
Doin' cartwheels, all my niggas got Hot Wheels
You a double A-R god, the bluntiest
You know we throw away, blunts for my niggas that's dead
Pour a Law Liqour, drink a long ligga
Then again I never beat, for my nigga Digga
You know I got, navigators, so we won't get lost
N-O-R-E, these Queens niggas call me the Force
At the arraignment, Thugged Out
Undertainment, for the lawyer - f**k 'em and the judge saves it
And I - did every crime - nigga name it

[Charli Baltimore]
Fools ain't ever know, the ghetto's be the baddest click
Charli's Angels, tangle with Devil's - Advocate
Hoes mad cause our pussy's got the fattest clits
It's some status sh*t, how we gon' have a b**ch
Under pressure, the Un undress her
That's a tester, that's just the best flirt, to the best skirt
Ever make it to networks
Like N.B.C., N.O.R.E., B'More and Cam'Ron
Anything we put our hands on, soak up like a tampon, plan on
For puttin' out the hottest LP's
Since - shiiit yo, you gon' have to tell me
Cause this is hip hop, meneaja twat
And ya'll jealous cause what I'm f**kin' wit' the two hottest
Underground fellas, what!

[Chorus (Noreaga, Baltimore, Cam'Ron)]

Aiyyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-sh*t; N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron
Mansions, 6's, Richies, plan on
Cali, Houston, New York, jam on
Aiyyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-sh*t; N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron
Atlanta, Chi-Town, V.A., plan on
D.C., N.C., S.C., jam on

[Charli]
What!

[Cam'Ron]
Yo, all on the ballers sh*t
Nore, but we could call a chick
Head is what we all could get, biggest to the smallest di*k
She gon' swallow all of it
Harlem gon' have a ball with that
After I get her pregnant, yo we goin' to the mall with it

[Noreaga]
Yeah nigga, you know the lie, f**k that b**ch
The only reason I don't kiss her, is cause she sucked his di*k
And I don't even trust, ourself bro, f**k dat hoe
Pussy stinkin' anyway, let her go

[Charli Baltimore]
Yo ya'll niggas stay f**kin' with them grimmy chicks
On the real though, I wonder where ya'll find these chicks
The rest is evident, I'm the type to split on niggas
But if they right, I'll f**k around and spit on niggas
And if they into that hot sh*t, I might let 'em hit my spot quick
But first they gotta pop sh*t
If not then they gettin' drop kicked
And I like 'em all, Black Jack ya'll
Near 21, all others gettin' cut cut
So be it, you see me!

[Chorus (Noreaga, Baltimore, Cam'Ron)]

Aiyyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-sh*t, N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron
Mansions, 6's, Richies, plan on
Cali, Houston, New York, jam on
Aye yo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-sh*t, N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron
Atlanta, Chi-Town, V.A., plan on
D.C., N.C., S.C., jam on

[Charli]
What! <what what what>

[music till fade]