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Any Given Sunday: Music From the Motion Picture
01. Who You Gonna Call
02. Reunion
03. Never Goin’ Back
04. Sole Sunday
05. Shut ’Em Down
06. Shut Up
07. Any Given Sunday
08. Whatever It Takes
09. F**k That
10. Be a Man
11. My Ni**as
12. Jump
13. Move Right Now
14. Why
15. Stompbox
16. Any Given Sunday Outro
CNN, CNN, CNN
The Reunion, man
We back again man (Back again)
Are y'all ready man? (Ready man)
Hahahaha
Yo, yo

My niggas get locked up, and when they come home
It's mint coats and Cristal, just ask Capone
We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks
Based on a true story, it's N.O.R.E
And all of my niggas buck for me, the projects love me
It feel good to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, 'cause my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, tear lift spirits
Smoke more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
Gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave these niggas missin' and dead
And leave 'em dumped in a river, butt-naked and red
N.O., erase niggas no problemo
Keep a razor in my mouth, spit it out
And I never had to poof nothin' or shit it out
And I still got it but I had to dug it out

Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, if I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin' fake things, huh?
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, if I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin' fake things, huh?

Peace God (What up, nigga?) I'm glad you home
So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own
Stars to bone, from the ghetto, to cars and homes
Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out
My niggas on the run they place out
Leave fiends with the cake now, automatic guns, bullets spray out
Lay out, what? Give me the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still feel broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even smoke
I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
The other five is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry
And me, I'm thugged out, I just sleep on the floor
With the rats and the roaches, keepin' it raw
My heat is the four, while y'all niggas lean on the law
Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
I watch for the cops, still a thug after the deal
CNN, now the Thuggers for real

Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, if I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin' fake things, huh?
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, if I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin' fake things, huh?

Thugology's the major, paper
Capone-N-N.O.R.E., yeah, to teach y'all, villainize your whole nature
The law was built around capers since the years of the western
Are you real or fake? How many thugs fear the question?
Twenty grand on a lawyer, extra hundred for bail
Next to death's kicko, is goin' to jail
Unassisted, I shiver the frail
My ice similar to hail, yo, for the eighty-five it's in braille
I keep Chanel on my hoes, crazy blow on the scale
Mad chickens for my thugs locked low on a meal
Yo, it's Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every city it's love
If I was dyin' would a true fan give me they blood?
Or would my man take the stand live, front of the judge?
My Visas, be one of a thug, prestigious
I rock fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the creases

Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, if I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin' fake things, huh?
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, if I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin' fake things, huh?
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, if I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin' fake things, huh?
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, if I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin' fake things, huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know how you fuck with some real niggas
They do some real fake ass shit
That's what this song is about, you smell me?
Real niggas doin' fake things
It's possible, it's possible
Check N.O.R.E. dictionary (Thuganary)
N.O.R.E. Pictionary
N.O.R.E. Bonic
We got our own language (Own language)
We doin' this for the fuck of
CNN, The Reunion