Student Of The Game
N.O.R.E. Lyrics


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I feel like something 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, biggest hold the cookie jar
Let us separate the hustlers from the rookies y'all
I knew enough Spanish not to get jerked when I want work
Plus plus, plus I let my gun off, beserk
Got my cousins in the pink houses, never had job niggas
They was into murdering, kidnaps and rob niggas
I was to rhyme as a hobby in my closet lobby
Fuckin' up ounces, take it back to quarters then
Ho sales with Sa Kimble, even show I water min
Fast forward, got locked for a shooting
Hits whop it, back when like 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 gon 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 writing rhymes harder, and to vision the youth
Locked up, readin' Daniel Gorren's books
Expanding my imagination, I got created with the bendo
Started writing rhymes loud the streets, stand a symbol
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 doing what I do way past you
This album's home the heart, sorta feel like I have to
Prove shit, do the new shit
And the true school shit, wild with the deuces
Little guns for the little guns gala
Blade back, in a leather couch, harawana
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
Doing street shit, you as soft as aloe vera hah?

Something special bout to happen
Queens nigga, Queens nigga
I'm still nice with it
Cook another one
Separate the hustlers from the rookies y'all
CNN, CNN legacy
Hip-hop hop pedigree
Rhymes is a felony




Bill doin' what up dude?
True school shit, real street niggas

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to N.O.R.E.'s song "Student Of The Game" depict his experience as a street hustler and his journey to becoming a successful rapper. He starts off by expressing his gut feeling that something special is about to happen, despite being a Queens native, but attending meetings in Manhattan. He talks about how he and his team move packs fast and cook up more. He suggests holding a hood Olympics to determine which drug dealer has the best product and skills. He also talks about his ability to speak enough Spanish to get work without getting ripped off, and the fact that he carried a weapon to show off his power.


N.O.R.E. then describes how he felt empowered by the gun, and started writing rhymes as a hobby while messing up ounces. Despite being locked up for a shooting, he used the time in jail to read and expand his imagination. He realized that rap was his calling, and he continued to write rhymes with a newfound sense of purpose. He acknowledges that he has since achieved many accolades, but at the core, he is still a street kid who is proud of his roots.


Overall, N.O.R.E's lyrics capture the essence of a street hustler's life and his transition to becoming a successful rap artist. He describes the challenges he faced, the violence he encountered, and the ways in which he learned to navigate a world that was stacked against him. The song is an affirmation of his commitment to the persona he has created and the responsibilities that come with it.


Line by Line Meaning

I feel like something special bout to happen
I have a strong feeling that something great is about to take place.


Queens nigga but the meetings be up in Manhattan
I'm from Queens, but I often attend meetings in Manhattan.


Move the packs fast, hoops ain't full crick
I move the drugs quickly and efficiently, just like a perfectly executed basketball play.


We up to cook another one, bullshit
We're going to start cooking more drugs, none of this is just talk.


We should have the hood Olympics, a cook off
We should have a competition amongst our peers to see who can cook the best quality drugs.


Let's see which coke is terrific and who is gifted
Let's determine who has the best cocaine recipe and who has a natural talent for cooking it.


With the coffee pot, biggest hold the cookie jar
We'll use the coffee pot to cook the drugs and make the most profit.


Let us separate the hustlers from the rookies y'all
Let's differentiate between the real hustlers and inexperienced drug dealers.


I knew enough Spanish not to get jerked when I want work
I know enough Spanish to get the best deals when I'm looking for work.


Plus plus, plus I let my gun off, beserk
I always carry a gun and I'm not afraid to use it recklessly.


Got my cousins in the pink houses, never had job niggas
My cousins are from the Pink Houses projects and they've never had a real job.


They was into murdering, kidnaps and rob niggas
My cousins were involved in dangerous criminal activities like murder, kidnapping, and robbery.


I was to rhyme as a hobby in my closet lobby
I started writing rap lyrics as a hobby in the lobby of my apartment building.


Fuckin' up ounces, take it back to quarters then
I used to mess up when measuring drugs by the ounce and had to go back to using smaller measurements like a quarter ounce.


Ho sales with Sa Kimble, even show I water min
I used to sell drugs with a man named Sa Kimble and even stretched them out by adding extra ingredients like baking soda.


Fast forward, got locked for a shooting
I got arrested and sent to jail for shooting someone.


Hits whop it, back when like kings first recruitin'
I was making music back when my rap group, Capone-N-Noreaga, first started getting popular.


Locked in the zone, mind separate - guidance counselor,
While I was in jail, I focused only on making music and didn't really need a guidance counselor.


I went to school with a weapon, not for protection
I carried a gun to school, not to protect myself, but to show off and intimidate others.


Just to show it off, but I'm gon really use it
I only brought the gun to school to show it off, but I stayed ready to use it if necessary.


The power of the gun, it gave me strength, I would abuse it
Having a gun made me feel powerful and I would use it irresponsibly.


I never ever ever thought I'd make it out in music
I never believed that I would become successful in the music industry.


Started writing rhymes harder, and to vision the youth
I started writing more challenging and meaningful lyrics to inspire the younger generation.


Locked up, readin' Daniel Gorren's books
While I was in jail, I read books written by historian Daniel Gorenstein to educate myself.


Expanding my imagination, I got created with the bendo
Reading books helped me expand my imagination and become more creative with my music.


Started writing rhymes loud the streets, stand a symbol
I started writing powerful lyrics that people in the streets identified with.


My persona identified
My personality was recognizable and distinct, even in my music.


Hood pride, logical, wrote about the blocks, streets and the obstacles
I had pride in my neighborhood and wrote lyrics that reflected the realities of living in tough neighborhoods.


Man, this shit work when you think about it
Making music can really be effective when you think about it.


I mean I still get money when you think about it
I'm still making money from my music when you really think about it.


Rap, probably saved my life twice with it
Rap music most likely saved my life twice through the opportunities it provided me.


I'm still nice with it, let's forget all the ice with ice
I'm still really good at rapping, even though I don't have the flashiest jewelry.


Forget my accolades and other big things I did
Don't focus too much on my past successes, there's still more to come.


I was a wild kid, I would've ran up in yo crib
I was reckless as a young man and would've robbed people if given the opportunity.


Remember war report, CNN legacy
Remember my debut album, The War Report, and the legacy it left in hip-hop culture.


Hip-hop pedigree, rhymes is a felony
I come from a background of true hip-hop culture and my rhymes are top-notch.


Student of the game, I take responsibility
I'm constantly learning and growing in the rap game and I take ownership of my actions and successes.


Give me tranquility so niggas can't belittle me
I want peace of mind so that others can't bring me down or make me feel inferior.


I'm still doing what I do way past you
I'm still relevant and successful in the music industry long after others have fallen off.


This album's home the heart, sorta feel like I have to
This album is important to me and I feel compelled to put my all into it.


Prove shit, do the new shit
I want to prove my worth and try new things in my music.


And the true school shit, wild with the deuces
I want to keep the true essence of hip-hop alive while also being fresh and innovative with my sound.


Little guns for the little guns gala
I have smaller guns now for minor threats that don't require major weaponry.


Blade back, in a leather couch, harawana
I'm relaxed and comfortable, smoking weed on a leather couch with a knife nearby for protection.


Eye vision clearer, I love who I see in the mirror
My perspective is now clearer and I'm happy with who I've become.


I couldn't make that clearer
I'm very clear about my intentions and feelings.


Try to compete with a real street nigga
It's impossible to compete with someone who has real street smarts and experience.


Doing street shit, you as soft as aloe vera hah?
If you're not involved in real street activities, then you're weak and insignificant compared to me.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CARLOS CATALA BANULS, DAVID GARCIA GARCI-NUNO, VICTOR SANTIAGO

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