[Intro: N.O.R.E.]
  Aww, yes how you do today
  My name is N.O.R.E, that's pronounced Nore
  Here on behalf of thugged out militainment
  I'm here to see the president of the record label
  I believe his name is Mr.Isenhawk
  I been out here quite some time
  So, aww can you let him know I been waiting
  And aww can he please hurry his ass up before I bounce you undadig!
  
  [Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
  So whats the matter Mr. CEOOOO
  You can't look in my face and feel my pain yooo
  Shit give a hood nigga a chance
  Anigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gone dance
  So whats the matter Mr. CEOOOO
  You can't look in my face and feel my pain yooo
  shit give a hood nigga a chance
  A nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gone dance
  
  [Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
  Ayo nigga through in the key and let the engine spark
  Yo I love the rap game, hate the buiness part
  An give a hood nigga a chance, that's what they won't do
  Cause I stay up in the office, with the toast too!
  An shit fuck a check, I rather cash
  And you know I shoot niggaz, don't bring up the past
  But I just came home,and ain't leaving alone
  Give a nigga one chance, im a have the shit sown
  I'm a hard worker, I don't need no handout
  I opportunity and im a expand out
  It's militainment, military entertainment
  Brand new hot shit nobody with
  So invest your cheese,and pay this thug
  We belong on uncut, not midnight love
  So just make sure our contract ain't slim
  And then I'm ready nigga, yo where do I sign
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 2: Musaliny-N-Maze]
  My pain ain't for eyes, stress rhymes
  Exchange to a lot of gunz and buiness, best times
  To the CEO, im basically saying
  My life switching, digging out
  Spitting for niggaz the same route
  Ladies too, I went the game route
  Respect what we came for, press support
  I guarantee we x these niggaz name out
  All I ask is my own ar's
  Marly marl, wise and shawn
  Truthfully we got our own staff
  The hands on experience, advance that executive paper
  Stay in the streets we set for greater things
  Whatever in the bank, bank on it
  Royalty time we thank each other
  Arrogant photo's we tear it down
  Bang them on billboards to skane
  Streets imagine, business of rap
  You can sit and laugh nigga
  Who done caked up, you flagrant as shit motherfucker
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 3: Gold (Oro)]
  Yo let me holla at you ceo, a.r and president
  Give me a minute, here me out ain't no disrespect
  Let me speck my peace, we got a ill click of niggaz
  Now we got producers with beats
  We already to put shit down in the streets
  Been hustling to long,we need a new way to eat
  And I'm mad at your whole roster dog, must of them niggaz is weak
  The rest of them are imposters dog
  I know muse and maze will bring you plaque
  I'm a hustler nigga the first day I finish my pack
  Hit us with consignment and we'll bring it right back
  We for real with this game,and we spit it like that
  And since you worried about spending, we got a album ready done
  So hold on niggaz here we come
  Running through every burb, hood, every slum
  Niggas don't won't none thugged out
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 4: Troy Outlaw )
  Do I look like the type who like to dance in club
  I like to stack cash, my son need to know this is his dad
  Mother may I take one step into the game
  The streets know my name, the fame I had it before
  When I approach my lifestyle, more potent than dope
  I write it real for the world, hate the industry rope
  I'm thugged out golden nugget with blood in a bucket
  We from the hood were these snakes, when you spit they try an d dub it
  I got a european attitude and ready for russia
  My hot flow, will leave canada dry, you ask me why
  Most rappers spitting you lie's, just to make you buy
  Unitied states, im like a piece of the puzzle
  I got to hustle
  Like I'm a south american
  Sell you album's in bundle's
  So let me live it up, and let the streets follow my story
  And much respect to the artist who done, done it
  Before me so it's my time to sell records and taking the glory