Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
N.O.R.E.
N.O.R.E.
Vocals
L.E.S.
L.E.S.
Drum Programming
Complexions
Complexions
Performer
Kyze
Kyze
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Santiago
Victor Santiago
Songwriter
Leshan Lewis
Leshan Lewis
Songwriter
Kevin Ravenell
Kevin Ravenell
Songwriter
Kenneth Grant
Kenneth Grant
Songwriter
Kacy L. Brooks
Kacy L. Brooks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
L.E.S.
L.E.S.
Producer
Brian Garten
Brian Garten
Recording Engineer
Anthony "Uncle Wise" Williams
Anthony "Uncle Wise" Williams
Executive Producer
Glen Marchese
Glen Marchese
Mixing Engineer
Kyze
Kyze
Co-Producer
Martin Moor
Martin Moor
Co-Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Victor Santiago
Victor Santiago
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Yea, niggas always asking questions man Like why y'all niggas so wild Y'all niggas go everywhere, shootouts, fights, things going on man Y'all niggas doing y'all thing, getting a little paper man Why y'all niggas can't stay out of trouble man It's like black clouds be following us man Time for y'all niggas to get to know N.O.R.E Niggas wanna know yo what's wrong with the God 'Cause every other day it's on with the God Every week a different beef Yea and my niggas cock guns and they buy them for cheap Shotouts in front of here and there, let's be clear And we done sent niggas to intensive care You see guns is no problem, beef is no problem Niggas start snitching, that's weak, that's a problem I stay quiet and don't talk to the press Fuck a courtroom, I'm good on the streets with the tec's Nigga Deuce locked, he got 15 years like Booth He just went up, shit got me bent up It's time to celebrate, but wait my niggas ain't here My father ain't here, pun ain't here It don't seem life is treating me fair I drink Henny, it's stronger than that Belvedere Black clouds over my head follow my lead Waking up in the morning, beer and weed Why the fuck it seems like, it's so hard to breathe Why the hood seems like it's too hard to leave We've been waiting on this money for quite so long And my niggas on the run now, way too long Black clouds go away for the rest of the day Black clouds just go away, don't fuck up the day I make good music and thats the reason I sold Through out platinum albums and shit went gold I can't stress this 'cause God, I'm on the guest list Feeling like xzibit, straight restless When it's my turn to blow and own the cable I sold eight hundred thou on the penalty label And man shit deep, I ain't reach my peak It's my fifth album, ain't none of it weak I admit, Melvin Flynt, my soul wasn't there Recording in the studio, mind wasn't clear Said had to backup blunts and skunks No quotables still ain't get rhyme of the month Black clouds follow me like where ever I go Even when I ain't stressed, and I'm ready to flow I just let go, so just let me know It's going be a better day, my seeds is celo Black clouds over my head follow my lead Waking up in the morning, beer and weed Why the fuck it seems like, it's so hard to breathe Why the hood seems like it's too hard to leave We've been waiting on this money for quite so long And my niggas on the run now, way too long Black clouds go away for the rest of the day Black clouds just go away, don't fuck up the day Black clouds go away You've been on slime back like everyday Every time I turn around, you bringing drama my way I don't know how I deal with your beef today Black clouds, it seems like you always with me Can't get no paper unless you there with me Can't go nowhere unless you there with me I don't even care, who else is there with me Black clouds go away You been on slime back like everyday Every time I turn around, you bringing drama my way I don't know how I deal with your beef today Black clouds, it seems like you always with me Can't get no paper unless you there with me Can't go nowhere unless you there with me I don't even care, who else is there with me Black clouds over my head, follow my lead Waking up in the morning, beer and weed Why the fuck it seems like, it's so hard to breathe Why the hood seems like it's too hard to leave We've been waiting on this money for quite so long And my niggas on the run now, way too long Black clouds go away for the rest of the day Black clouds just go away, don't fuck up the day I don't know Got me trippin', it's got me flippin'
Writer(s): Victor Santiago, Kacy Brooks, Kenneth Grant, Leshawn Lewis, Kevin Ravenall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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