Lyrics to Mr. Ceo
[Intro]Aww, yes how you do todayMy name is N.O.R.E, that's pronounced NoreHere on behalf of thugged out militainmentI'm here to see the president of the record labelI believe his name is Mr.IsenhawkI been out here quite some timeSo, aww can you let him know I been waitingAnd aww can he please hurry his ass up before I bounce you undadig![Chorus]So whats the matter Mr. CEOOOOYou can't look in my face and feel my pain yoooShit give a hood nigga a chanceAnigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gone danceSo whats the matter Mr. CEOOOOYou can't look in my face and feel my pain yoooshit give a hood nigga a chanceA nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gone dance[Verse 1]Ayo nigga through in the key and let the engine sparkYo I love the rap game, hate the buiness partAn give a hood nigga a chance, that's what they won't doCause I stay up in the office, with the toast too!An shit fuck a check, I rather cashAnd you know I shoot niggaz, don't bring up the pastBut I just came home,and ain't leaving aloneGive a nigga one chance, im a have the shit sownI'm a hard worker, I don't need no handoutI opportunity and im a expand outIt's militainment, military entertainmentBrand new hot shit nobody withSo invest your cheese,and pay this thugWe belong on uncut, not midnight loveSo just make sure our contract ain't slimAnd then I'm ready nigga, yo where do I sign[Chorus][Verse 2]My pain ain't for eyes, stress rhymesExchange to a lot of gunz and buiness, best timesTo the CEO, im basically sayingMy life switching, digging outSpitting for niggaz the same routeLadies too, I went the game routeRespect what we came for, press supportI guarantee we x these niggaz name outAll I ask is my own ar'sMarly marl, wise and shawnTruthfully we got our own staffThe hands on experience, advance that executive paperStay in the streets we set for greater thingsWhatever in the bank, bank on itRoyalty time we thank each otherArrogant photo's we tear it downBang them on billboards to skaneStreets imagine, business of rapYou can sit and laugh niggaWho done caked up, you flagrant as shit motherfucker[Chorus][Verse 3]Yo let me holla at you ceo, a.r and presidentGive me a minute, here me out ain't no disrespectLet me speck my peace, we got a ill click of niggazNow we got producers with beatsWe already to put shit down in the streetsBeen hustling to long,we need a new way to eatAnd I'm mad at your whole roster dog, must of them niggaz is weakThe rest of them are imposters dogI know muse and maze will bring you plaqueI'm a hustler nigga the first day I finish my packHit us with consignment and we'll bring it right backWe for real with this game,and we spit it like thatAnd since you worried about spending, we got a album ready doneSo hold on niggaz here we comeRunning through every burb, hood, every slumNiggas don't won't none thugged out[Chorus][Verse 4]Do I look like the type who like to dance in clubI like to stack cash, my son need to know this is his dadMother may I take one step into the gameThe streets know my name, the fame I had it beforeWhen I approach my lifestyle, more potent than dopeI write it real for the world, hate the industry ropeI'm thugged out golden nugget with blood in a bucketWe from the hood were these snakes, when you spit they try an d dub itI got a european attitude and ready for russiaMy hot flow, will leave canada dry, you ask me whyMost rappers spitting you lie's, just to make you buyUnitied states, im like a piece of the puzzleI got to hustleLike I'm a south americanSell you album's in bundle'sSo let me live it up, and let the streets follow my storyAnd much respect to the artist who done, done itBefore me so it's my time to sell records and taking the glory
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