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