Trumpets

[Intro: N.O.R.E.] Yeah, yalleyandoyo Okay now Yeah... [Verse 1: N.O.R.E.] It's Gods meeting and mobb gats [?] mats Used to pump for sneakers and hats, outfits that match This is luxury rap, behind my clear water Oldschool wrestling moves Dodging the slaughter for my Wu-Tang affiliates Drink Champ serious, running the media, these funny dudes curious I see homie on the block with his red phone He in the dead zone, the [?] with his headphones Out of focus, hocus pocus on your enemies Run trinities, in and out of vicinities How did these dudes ever question what God madе us? A couple vehicles, couplе keys, cars take us I used to dream about that everyone would want me But now I think about it, that same dream haunt me You lust for fame, get more famous and ya hate it Your life upgraded, foul friends 'straded [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Off we go, let the trumpet's blow Hold on to the driver of the [?] Smell the pasta in the kitchen [?] marinara, I'm from naked money golden era Yeah, I know some of y'all relate I can't fuck with these new dudes and new rules on the game Nah, we never did it for the fame or to get a name We just did it and whatever comes just came On contact, you sifted back how it came You straight bossing, out to make a fortune [?] but more enlightened, probably give it to the wifey I'm more the street G type, [?] rest days, eating right, vegan, never sleepin' Rest on the 7th, zone on the 8th Fall on the 9, yo bring it back, come rewind [Verse 3: AZ] Episodes of the real, behold, we build Chico, we roll for that flow we feel He know, OG tho but homie still roll It's [?] out in [?] with that chrome, he real Killa chill, you can bid off, get to the mills One hand blowing the dutch, other whipping the wheel Fake seal, nothing fraudulent, [?] appeal Remain self contained and taken a deal You know the drill, only call once, more store fronts Out of reach on the beach [?] trunks to journey Stand firmly if it don't concern me Never strung me, lost niggas gotta learn me I'm needed, it's all love when you see me, freed it I'm like the plug how I move strategic Stay awoke, a silent man say the most Overstand with the clan, now let us toast [Verse 4: Uncle Murda] It's New Yorkers out for muder and Masta Killa AZ and Noreaga, this shit don't get no iller (it don't) We from the era that still get glorified Y'all new niggas that be spinning blocks all would've died Instagram shit would've made y'all easy target We be outside by your car right where you parked it If a nigga realer than me, I ain't met him yet Shot a nigga at a dice game over [?] Your crew know you pussy you just ain't accept it yet Got robbed for your chain, how you ain't gon protect your neck? All time [?] to make shit better Had hoes in my search, still wasn't no Coogi sweater Drug sales and robberies is how the bills got paid Locked in cell, we remain silent, no deals being made The fasts that I had to do to come up was necessary Us all being on the same track is so legendary