My Alias
N.O.R.E. Lyrics

Carhartt dungarees it's estimated that
My mind elevated organized crime related
Bam Bam Bigelow, I'm not a gigolo
More like a general, chef like Emeril
(look it up) panama Canal shipment
Distributed to Dominican Republic
Republicans'll love it
Democrat, Arafat, Madoff
And we don't take a day off
We lay off and spray off Meditate, Indian-style, knees bent
Throw grenades at the precinct
And I'm talking recent
Doing donuts on the highway in a Tahoe
Cash flow, I go jefe, muchacho
Hermano, Italiano, horizontal, Verrazano
Old wino speak wisdom when we kicking it
I sit back and listen, it
Effect me magnificent, I'm different

See, I prefer that you call me by my alias
Nickname change at times, various
Girls curious, bi-coastal
Like a toaster, we toast you
Swift when we approach you

Niggas warned me, they informed me
Jakes swarm me, they straight storm me
They all on me
CNN tradition when them bodies go missing
Anybody get it - Muslim, Jew, or Christian
Your honor, I was taught to move the onions
It's just what I learned from
OG's as a young'un
It don't mean that I'm a bad person
My Tec-9 got hiccups, it do mad burping

Shootouts, niggas is mad heartless
Them automatics and targets
Be the topic of discussion for the bloggers
And the robbers and the slingers
Muslim and Catholic, the non-religious
They recite every rhyme like holy scriptures
Consiglieres you might fear
White Airs looking like coke in heaven
You wanted it, we right here
We beat charges like Roethlisberger
Paid attorneys
No witnesses, DA want to burn me

From the home of broken
Dreams and coke babies, it's so crazy
They blow eighties, a body and a shell drop
Ricochet bullet hit shorty neck
In the nail shop the morgue is ice cold
But the corners is real hot
Non-stop observation
Hustling's my occupation give me a few ki's
I'll show you how to lock the nation
Queens House criminal, OG kush the minimal
Shorty grabbed my soldiers
Salute the general
We send them shots back and
Forth like a rocking chair
Overthrow your block and lock it
Just like Rasta hair
Peer - it's mad cake on the plate now
The streets know we ill any
Minute could be a shakedown
Tap your pants pocket
Take your wallet and your girl bangles
Little goons, I wing em like Bojangles
I walk with angels and a halo
My jewels glisten
CNN reporting the war, listen