Lyrics:

Im Im actually waitin on the boss now
He said we have some kind of special assignment or something
Hes supposed to be callin me like any minute now any minute
Hold on hold on lemme get the phone
Hello? Jackson here
Ya what? you found Manuel Noreaga?
In the Phillipines?
He has a mansion?
Ok we on it on it right now... right
(Noreaga and Neptunes)
What what what what what what what (what what what)
What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)
What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)
What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)(superstar)
What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)
What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)
What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)
What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)(superstar)
(Noreaga)
Verse 1
Aiyyo, we light a candle
Run laps around the english channel
Neptunes, I got a cockerspaniel
We on the run now, yo, it aint no fun now
And where I go, you niggas cant even come now
You aint the law, nigga, break it, I dont care
And when ya get caught, remember that I dont care
N.O.R.E., nuthin but the atmosphere
Yo for now we on the run, yo if that aint clear
Weak niggas wanna stick, you but that aint fair
You we down in vegas, money, skies too courageous
And yo, Im on the run, but still rip stages
And call me animal thug, when Im in cages
I used to proof phrases, rolled dice with no aces
Now Im just included in the oasis
Gotta take faces, no time for car races
Check my SkyTel, I got five pages
CHORUS
Verse 2:
Yo hit Lousiana, then Atlanta, Indiana
Forget a city slicker got country grammar
Aiyyo we goin places, where my sound scan aint tough
So when I say I aint Nore, yo it aint that rough
I leave the jake in my fake, askin all this stuff
I gotta keep my mouth shut and dont say what, what
But yo its hard to, Netherlands got the heart to
Yo from New Orleans, L.A., V.A. to Queens
The I-95, now we hit the Phillipines
But now its different, we gotta stay sober
Yo, communicate, startech, motorola
Keep it on the hush hush, dont talk to much
Thugged out entertainment, you know we touch
All our whips got navigation
While you whips is just garbation
Is you knowin what you facin?
CHORUS
Verse 3:
This is the life yo, of a superstar
Fly ass mansions ,and a million cars
Gotta get the cash yo
And its live or die
The Neptunes and Noreaga
The limit is the sky ...hit em
Verse 4:
Yo, lemme, do it again, do with the wind
Last album was a eight, this one is a ten
And when Capone come home, we gon triple the cent
Yo I love my family, treat my folks of kin
Rockin air and better, like a Mexican
Shottin at my pops, cause yo next to him
He told me every thug nigga is a gentlemen
So I took heed, take my time sitll wont speed
Yo a nigga got kids, so my family need
A little more than they used to get
Real, not the duplicate
Takin no fours, makin yall just recoupin it
Doin it up, tell me whatcha wanna do wit it
Capones plan, passport to foreign lands
Overseas in Japan, politickin with Chan
Yo, N-E-P-T-U-N-E-S
The way they lace a beat like on of the best, what?
CHORUS
Repeat Verse 3
yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep fo now we on the run eatin
yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep fo now we on the run eatin
yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep fo now we on the run eatin