Artist: N.O.R.E. (P.A.P.I) Album: Student of the Game Song: Student of the Game Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com {Cookin Soul} [Intro: N.O.R.E.] Hip Hop! [Verse One: N.O.R.E.] I feel like somethin special 'bout to happen Queens nigga but the meetings be up in Manhattan Move the packs fast hoops ain't full crick 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 That'll separate the hustlers from the rookies y'all I knew enough spanish not to get jerked when I bought work Plus plus, plus I let my gun off berserk Got my cousins in the Pink Houses, never had a job niggas They was into murderin, kidnaps and rob niggas I was to rhyme as a hobby in my buildin lobby Fuckin up ounces, take it back to quarters then Wholesales from StarKim, even shark watermen Fast forward, got locked for a shootin 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 a 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 writin rhymes harder, and to vision the youth Locked up, readin Donald Goines's books Expandin my imagination, I got creative with the pen though Started writin rhymes 'bout the streets, that was simple 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 with it I'm still nice with it, let's forget all the ice with 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 doin what I do way past you This album's from the heart, sort of feel like I have to Prove shit, do the new shit And the true school shit, wild with the deuces Little guns for little duns gala Blade black, in a leather couch, marijuana 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 Doin street shit, you as soft as aloe vera huh? [Outro: Cookin Soul Scratchin S-S-Somethin special 'bout to happen Q-Q-Q-Q-Queens nigga, I'm still nice with it C-C-C-C-Cook another one S-Separate the hustlers from the rookies y'all C-CNN-C-C-CNN legacy Hip Hop-Hop pedigree, r-r-r-r-rhymes is a felony S-S-Still doin what I do True-True-True school shit Real-Real-Real-Real-Real street niggas