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(feat. Tragedy Khadafi)
Intro: From Iraq to Kuwait word up, Desert Station, regulation CNN, channel 10 once again...wha-wha! Chorus: 2x T-O-N-Y invade N.Y. multiply, kill a cop, me and you, you got beef, I got beef Noriega: Yo niggas tried to shit on me and make history, supposedly I was the man who was supposed to be the head of the click lip sealed, no nigga snitch do or die, I smoke bogey, sword like shinobi shoot up your block and make you know me you aint ready yet, slow down and recollect stay in the car, I stuff Allah bodyset ay yo Allah-u-Akbar, look paw, now I'm set air conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec glisten on a mission, shoot your back out position found missing, 2-5 deep in prison kid listen, die on the cross like a Christian so fuck you, plus your weak religion in disguise, nowdays I cut prize the invincible, untouchable CNN is boldfaced, written in gold with ink pen channel 10, we break ten, win again kid you on pluto, homo'd out just like menudo far from the sun, cant feel the shit that I do I stand in front the Judge about to lie, plus I'm high too Chorus 2x Capone: I did it for the love of cash your honor traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke dealin', marijuana and my persona, glitters in gold unlike them other money getters who stack, turn quitters and fold cash and hydro, eyes low looking Phillipine, divide dough and regulate, empire stare caked up raked up a hundred thou, now we all laced up what., shining, designer lex pearl lining the finer wine and, cuisine sitting mastermindin' roundtable climbin to the Top Of New York won't stop, until we get dropped from New York price of coke rise j snatch my enterprise a million more, rookie cops thinking they live we survive, game tight like virgin nappy feds on our back, tracin tracks to murder pappy Tragedy: 2-5 we on a deadline, read the headline Noriega blast with nines move fakers, get ya back blown in Jamaica lay you in the earth and curse you and your maker I told you fools to stop fuckin with the Maqi arab nazi, blow holes in your Versace this war's mega, with the arm legga legga been doin this, since Mobb Six with Cormega gorilla, animal thugs be trife looking, your hearts tookin' and got blown in Central Booking I'm mad iller, organized thug killer now you little monkey niggas wanna play gorilla officially, Mousallini, punk he me insanity, temporarily my plea and the jakes never worry me as long as I'm free to my people holdin packs, nuthin less than a G crime side of life, foul price to pay illegal life, trigger trife till we old and gray when the flesh dry up and the world decay reach heaven in a pearly white ACURAy but until then, I'ma shine to the last sin resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again chorus 2x |
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i'm actually waitin on the bus now He said we have some kind of special assignment or something He's 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 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)(superstar) Aiyyo, we light a candle Run laps around the english channel Neptunes, I got a cockerspaniel We on the run now, yo, it ain't no fun now And where I go, you niggas can't even come now You ain't the lord, nigga, break it, I don't care And when ya get caught, remember that I don't care N.O.R.E., nuthin but the atmosphere Yo for now we on the run, yo if that ain't clear Weak niggas wanna stick, you but that ain't fair You we down in vegas, money, skies too courageous And yo, I'm on the run, but still rip stages And call me animal thug, when I'm in cages I used to proof phrases, rolled dice with no aces Now I'm just included in the oasis Gotta take faces, no time for car races Check my sky, tell I got five pages 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)(superstar) Yo hit Lousiana, then Atlanta, Indiana Forget a city slicker got country grammar Aiyyo we goin places, where my sound scan ain't tough So when I say I ain't Nore, yo it ain't that rough I leave the jake in my fake, askin all this stuff I gotta keep my mouth shut and don't 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, don't 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? 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)(superstar) 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? 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 gone 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 won't 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 ya'll just recoupin' it Doin'it up, tell me whatcha wanna do wit' it Capone? 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? 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)(superstar)
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(Noreaga), (Capone)
Son I zone, my gun is never on safety I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key |
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| 3:51 |
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(feat. Tragedy Khadafi & Havoc)
(Havoc) Huh, No Doubt...Yea, Yea (Capone) CNN! (Havoc) CNN once again... (Capone) Capone-N-Noreaga, shit is live, live... (Havoc) Illegal life... (Capone) Illegal life... (Havoc) Illegal life... (Capone) Take over...son... (Havoc) Know Wha Saying...41st side (Havoc) Chorus 2x: We hate the law so we break it, loyal to this life there's no way to escape it, you either make it or you take it, if the game's in you, dedicated stay true Illegal Life (Noreaga) Yo, I was in Vermada, laid up with gold saga jungle room, cowboy hat around June Monaga, had the 45th draga, Capone-N-Noreaga the saga, sega, mega, network and bodega dream marvelous, scandelous, black mantis Illegal life is like my aerolight, we be your light, hustle night to life desert storm, and cold form on your norm run through, hard-boil you like John Woo the law we hate, drop a cake cut like mix tape spoil coke plate, you buying fake weight the next state, contemplate and score jake hesus conduce, claim bishop in juice, bloody up your goose now who screamed for truce, Lefrak is Iraq Illegal life contract, keep 'em back, load up the big macs (Havoc) Chorus 2x (Capone) We hate the law, escalated war with jake, raise the crime rate criminal minds regulate the tri-state, the legacy it never end, illegal life veteran salute get loot and stay true, corupt jake make it happen snatch 'em catching O Z's, put the game on freeze dedicated hustling won't stop regardless whatever charges, getting the dough til you go, observation, direct sale, connects giving, reaching for ceiling on the streets again, wild born, the enemy became your best friend meet the game closer, maped out many ways to get rich (Havoc) Ay yo, for real crime pays (Capone) 9 6 the deal, we real about this cheddar, forever corner standing, in any weather, heat holding you down controlling your ground, stick-up kids come around and taste the pound, CNN, put our soul on the line for this life of crime, 2 5 forever shine (Tradegy Khadafi) 9 6 stay hungry, son collect roughly while the streets change, me and my man remain tough (ly) (Havoc) Chorus 2x: We hate the law so we make(break) it loyal to this life there's no way to escape it you either make it or you take it, if the game's in you, dedicated stay true Illegal Life (Tradegy Khadafi) C A P O N E with me, pappy, Hav and Pee, Tradegy Khadafi, N O Y D, a man and me on some mobb shhh, spark up cigar shhh Cubans sit back jack, my niggas smoke dat generate, be the coke razor on a coke plate back up the crime son, and try to see a triple double and get my loot back on a time table, ay yo it's CNN, you soon to see us on cable at the round table, networked through the label (Havoc) Illegal life, illegal life, illegal life illegal life, illegal life, illegal life |
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| 4:34 |
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Chorus:
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to Been around you, play close, but wasn't close to you The setup was weak, you coming I saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shit Tie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleeding Cowboy rope, choke your throat Put the bogey out in your face Now your face laced like ash tray face Stay with gat on my waist Give the god some space, shoot you up above waist If I ain't got beef right here or right there Ice-grill stare, shoulda set it off right it off right there CNN war report, spread across New York Guard him Indian style - knees bent, militant Yo the world know Noreaga from Iraq Beef with me serious, keep it real, that's that Get stabbed in your back, my man Alley Cat Little cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug Thug blood, yo we stuck in the game like it's a drug My pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets too Uncle Wise been banned since '82 Back on the streets, A hundred seven got brew I see you, come see you, writing scrolls(writing scrolls) To the rest of the fam, locked in holes At age eight, money come first, snatch purse Go to church, yo that's not me, mami I'm cursed Iblis glamorous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than you think Just think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts Yo what happened? Police kicked door, yo he was rappin' Your wife - what what! What what! Dressed indecent A hundred crackers, son it's the one-ten precinct Chorus Yo time zone, cabron, madicon Bitches callin me up, tryin to set me up Like Amina and Gina, kid they from Medina Emanuel, keep fish scale to sell General - clique deep with cartel When niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail? Shorty legs mad smooth, son, I'm left struck Pussy plus dick could only equal a f**k Fatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin' We waitin, conversatin', Iblis Satan Illegal life, watch police on bikes Life still in shame, they monkey wrenched the whole game A stress day, police watch the twelve "K" While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay I lay - lay back, cognac And I dont even drink like that, I sell crack Yo my ices gleam, type mean, sell to fiends Shoot guns, parallel Pistal (pistol), bust well Kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather Clique together, keep gats under the leather You lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weight Yo it's jail niggas comin' home taking a shit Yo illegal business, them niggas got dealt wit Got smoked God body cat, he sniff coke Yo he's old time, thinkin 'bout drinkin' his wine Regulatin' 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout Tactics, keep gats under the mattress Player hater - my team a bunch of regulator Set you up, you wont make it to the elevator You never been to jail, I'm jail seen Niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen Shooting up scenes<obscene?> Real niggas take cream Chorus 2x (people giving shout outs) |
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| 4:45 |
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(feat. Tragedy Khadafi)
(Intro - conversation with Capone in the background) (Noreaga) Yo, yo - you got that shit? Let me see that. (It's right here, yo) Look - look, son! That's the second time that nigga did that, yo! Second time! Taste that, yo! (What the fuck is this shit, yo?) Is this your shit, no? Is it? (No, this shit is weak) Yo, that's the second time son did that shit, yo (Word, I don't wanna talk...) Yo, fuck that yo (word up) We're gonna go get him right now, yo, us, us, right here, yo Us, yo, nobody else, we gonna get him, yo (listen, listen, listen son) (Tragedy) Listen, listen - Yo, we gotta map this shit out, son we can't just be runnin' them things... (Noreaga) Meet us on 160 - the nigga be on 1-5-2, and we just gonna do it on 160, we gonna get... (Tragedy) Look, I'm sayin' dun, we gonna keep it real, man (He ain't gonna do it to us again son! We gonna do it son!) Look, I'm sayin' - you know I'm with you - you know how we get down We gonna get the nigga but we gotta map this shit out right cause people, I... That nigga got mad, fuckin, you know what I'm sayin' Boricua niggas runnin' with him (word?) You know what I'm sayin'? (Noreaga) They ain't gonna expect it, we gonna move it's raining son, they ain't gonna expect it right now, they ain't gonna expect it, son (Tragedy) I ain't trying to have no 2-5 casualties, man, that's what I'm sayin', I want us to get in, and get the fuck out... (Tragedy Khadafi) From fourty one - twelve, to the U.S.A. buiding in Iraq My crew bust back, we're cap peeling Your crew dealing, in a box with no feeling Informer type, that's what you get for squealing It's the money or the morgue son, ready to die Black Infiniti, yo, papi, call Ki The coke connect - don't trust us, he wanna touch us So call Russ, tell him, scoop me in the Lexus It's all good, in the 'hood, nobody know shhh Infrared, off the roof, some ol' scope shhh CNN, desert men, holding the chrome with gorilla grip Sing Sing, straight convict Strap the door, C-4, detonating shhh Blow the spot, don't give a fuck who you go and get We want the yay-yo And the cash that's in the stash, strip his Tommy drawers Yo, check the crack of his ass (Noreaga) You on some homo shhh? Nah kid, we on some real shit Since we here, we might as well get all of it Inshallah allahu akbar supporter CNN, desert men supreme order(word) (Capone) A kassi(???), three and a quarter, Arab Nazi Me and shorty from the Mecca, having a session Play the Shark Bar, sipping on French connection On the rocks, son, hit me on the box Time to hit the spot, regulate the whole fucking block (Tragedy Khadafi) Grab the gray tape, gag his mouth, leave him for the rats Stuck him for the yay-yo couldn't get the money back (Capone) So where you at? (Tragedy Khadafi) Meet me uptown, by the polo ground Strapped with the vest, plus I got the 4-pound Tell Caduece(tell who?), bring the A.K.(wha?), so y'all can hold me down (Capone) Aight kiko, I'ma meet you in a hour, keep the free power close Gotta get dun, and we ghost Met papi in Iraq(huh?), then winged by the back Opened up the trunk, and threw in the big gat Took off, threw the skully mask over the dome We war prone, desert men tactics all shown Met on 1-5-2, now we figure, Looking for that rich Dominican with that gold act vigor Chico, he got porico(???), little do he know We sticking him for all of his dough(nigga) Chorus: (Tragedy) This ain't your oridinary sh thug sh, that you used to, Q.U. (Noreaga) We stick you, we supposed to (Tragedy) Not your ordinary sh thug sh that you used to, Q.U. (Noreaga) We stick you (Noreaga) Yo, for years I been buying my coke from the same cat Gherri curl nigga, Dominican nigga who look Black As I think back, transform coke to crack Yo amigo, him and Rico, they got Borico(???) Son I know the spot, like the back of my hand Networked the plan, we sticking him and his man Working zip-lock, pop the lock, flee the spot Grab the knot, national(hurry up! hurry up!), tell Willy come and get me on 160 I got three people with me, with trenches We uptown waiting on the benches The cab taking long, Dominicans coming strong Claiming that it's on, from dusk 'til dawn We right across the street, they don't see us Ay yo, our Cuban disguise, it got us looking like we Jesus Inshallah, we flee the spot mega far Jump up in Willy's car, and scream "Alhumdu Allah!" 25 people lost sleep, the other 25 lost heat(snitching) A gave up Luis, and said it wasn't worth it The CNN drug circuit, (yo) blind fold Pass the gray tape, regulate, cowboy rope strapped To the chair, stay there, he just a power ranger That snitched on me while in danger Noreaga, treat that ass like a stranger Yo - yo yo - Chorus Stick you, and him too - you and you (Bitch ass nigga) Got you back, got you back We got you back - from sellin' that fake yak |
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| 4:37 |
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(feat. Carl Thomas)
(Noreaga) Can't stop thinkin of the game, y'know what'm mean? Can't get the game out my mind. Gotta get out the game tonight though, y'know what'm sayin? (Aw, word) It's damn time. This is real, y'know what'm sayin? Growin up, (yeah) I did my little work. (what, what what, what) Sold my little work. (What, what) Y'know what'm sayin? (Verse One) Yo, I grew up like the regular thug - sold drugs Wasn't proud about it, but this is what I gotta do I copped the Jordan's, and the Fi-la's, too Yo, I loved the Bo Jackson's, the orange and blue Used to snatch Lee patches, now I wear Cartier glasses Thinkin that the earth's axis, revolves around my waist.. and how the fuck I feel Yo I played ball for Vince, yo I handled the pill Then it dawned on me, came strong on me I belonged with these, niggaz thuggin with me So I switched crews, started rollin with the older dudes Drinkin brews, did what they say, and paid dues My hands dirty, trying to keep little Lea And got jerked, the first time I tried to re-up People my age, tried to say slow my speed up Cause I smoked bogies, staked on weed up Chorus: (Carl Thomas) (Noreaga) I love my life (Love my life, yo) Sold drugs my life (Did it all in my time) Its my whole life (Live it up) I sacrificed (Sacrificed twice) This game we play (Play for keeps) I live and pray (Control the streets) Hear her say (Yo, just live your life, baby, live your life,baby) Ooo, yeah (Verse Two) These is the days of sparkin, I used to roll with Rob Profit Troy Outlaw, Freddie Bedrock, and Joe Wood Runnin in Timbo's ???, shine shoes Section Two, part of Iraq I grew up at-ac |
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It's a Queen's thing, too fly, word up
Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise No doubt, check me out, yeah, yeah Aiyyo son, let me, let me put you on to what happened And how it went down, check it, tell me son, word up Yo, TV's in the headrest, Sega Entertainment Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment D.A. got a witness, lawyer can't explain it Face the judge, on some money maintain shit Black Caesar, hundred grand on the Visa Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia Found him in the warehouse, tied in the freezer That's the life of a thug when he hold heaters Willies, up North, turn to dick beaters Sendin' flicks to any bitch that'll feed us 360 ways with the shell-top Adidas The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm Rock and stay green, sippin' on Don Arabic link, Cartier on the arm Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules Nigga fuck the deez, we blazin' trees Capone bag the keys, let's move like a gypsy It's hot out here, relocate to Poughkeepsie Feds play the roof in the hood try to hit me Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me The life of a thug wasn't made right When I die leave a bottle of Don by the grave site The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin' Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist We move sheist, livin' in these days of trife Rockin' four carat ice, in Thug Paradise Thug Paradise, yeah, yo yo, yeah, yo, in Thug Paradise One for the money, two for the villainous streets From Willies holdin' millions, foreala with no feelin' Shit, my resident, Q-B settlement Hit him on the hill, Jake wonder where the medal went Jump in the Acura, then blast a trey Pour this A for those who passed away My whole click shinin' like a diamond While on Riker's Island, fake niggaz eat a dick rhymin' Mighty chrome we got a song Capone-N-Noreaga's on, we try to touch like a flip phone I sip on Porter while you get extorted to single Illegal life stick you, I hope the world bought it Yeah, no doubt, Capone-N-Noreaga All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist We move sheist, livin' in these days of trife Rockin' four carat ice in Thug Paradise Yo, it was broad daylight Woke up, early in the mornin' Didn't even brush my teeth I grabbed heat, bust the frontal leaf Then roll up, some sweets That they was on since yesterday night Dunn and got bucked in his windpipe We'll go to war until you pre-write Pick tight, can I stick to guns in a gunfight Yo, lots of diamonds The new millennium was promised Black comments We tryin' to squash that big But niggaz get hard headed, filled wit leaded Fuck around and get deaded Now I'm wetted, God set it, automatic Yeah, me you face these niggaz starvin' General of rap swarmin', acousiastic Attract with the glock plastic Move quickly, switch rides to Poughkeepsie Black tipsy, but tell me, destiny Move quickly, stick heads, be tryin' to stick me You mad morbid, but it's a planet out of orbit Can't absorb it but tell me, you all for it Can't call it, my defense'll make you forfeit Son, you quit fuckin' wit Iraqs dick The General hoe, create my own chrome like y'all vote Blast it too and plus it take two, now know All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist We move sheist livin' in these days of trife Rockin' four carat ice, Thug Paradise Yeah, thug Paradise, Kaddafi Four carat ice, twenty five to life See ya in there, yeah, yeah Kuwait and Iraq |
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| 5:13 |
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featuring Big Pun Cam'Ron The Lox Nature
banned from TV N.O.R.E moving shut the fuck up [Nature] Ay Yo Ay yo Regardless of rain or snow sleet or hail I kick street tales choking niggas like i'm sprewell golden state holding your fate in the palm of my hand blow you away like its part of the plan i gotta call it like i see it talk it like i be it walkin my walk thugged out orthopedic cause i'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up niggas try to stick me like abdul lerima, follow the leader make me go extra hard, yo nore should i hold back or show the repirtore quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers i show them why its so hard to reach us i get pussy with my fathers features puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70 catch me in spots y'all niggas never be packed in like green bay harlem week to queens day performing acapella, no dj 98 live, no replays make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend that its them again, nature noreaga, wild gremlins [Big Pun] Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks pour on the fort knox lazura shark salad with cabbage pork chops and applesauce twin connection, disrepect watch your body cave in pump the shotty guagin, hit the shorty while he potty training i ain't playing, i'm truly the worst simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead i'ma a bubble-head, i never listen to nothing my mother said ay yo i hold niggas ransom for money like johhny handsome been sonning niggas for so long i think i got a grandson my passion is money, a stash and a honey that won't ask questions but will blast anybody that's my kind of girl, kinda of world i want to live in not a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others know only a little [Cam'ron] yo, yo been in rich places, sick places seen my story on 6,666 pages wages, i wrote six aces and at the same dice games, i caught six cases all over big faces, now it's tipped laces ready to dig faces, but the bang it ain't bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages cats like to rip places bloody lip tastes, but the Cam is in big races? but i stay in import the pig places but the world know the girl though i fuck her off a furlough she'll be up, hook me up all your sales could be luck only question for these ducks is baby girl can we fuck you the type that need a wife thought L-o-x told y'all the key to life asshole, yo i don't play around i lay it down fuck around, i spray around flick a biscuit, nigga risk it my ass, you can kick or kiss it [the Lox] Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this (bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips like 2 thirds of a brick (penaro and kiss) and kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the back of a whip see the plan is to stash all, and cash y'all the weed so strong, they gotta put it glass jars niggas try to smoke me out, mope me out 'cause the rims on my new joint be poking out i'm about to have no feelings shit is deep, do they dance with the devil when they sleep i wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit shit that they kick in ya ear when your soul be drifting in air my gift is half-rotten when i spit it tears that shit'll drop down my eye, i'm too tired to cry and i ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die they say you get what you ask for, so get it 'cause you asked for it if a nigga ain't a thief, then he better have the cash for it and we gonna be around til ya body rott and if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got what!what! what! what! [Noreaga] yo,yo! ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain the other smoke chronic like straight to the brain ay yo lets get loose, hennesey straight, with tomato juice queens stallion, my guns, fully italian now y'all niggas recognize medallions i play the best hood, o-t with tim westwood used to be on section 8, now my section is good thugged out niggas, we eat as much as we could and i don't give a fuck what! yo i save my shit and i don't give a fuck what! you can save your shit y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick listen to bob marley, you funny niggas like steve harvey frontin live with a weak army i play the nice guy too, i'll smoke wit you but the realness, i ain't got no love for you that's why i never do a song with you not even if your babies mom fucked the crew and promised to give us head and swallow too i still say no, no is no, no can doe ya niggas drinking henneray, drinking my flow yo, thug shit thug shit what what what the fuck is the deal thugged out entertainment untertainment l-o-x terror squad this shit is fucking official |
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| 4:32 |
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(Noreaga & Pharrell)
Bounce wit me, bounce, bounce, bounce 2x Yeah Yeah 2x Oh Oh No No 2x WHAT WHAT WHAT 2x (Noreaga) I bust to the scening cuss to the scening I admit a little bit I lust for the crideam Everytime you see me see me biggin up my teaming on the dream of winning trying to make crideam Thugged out even when you catch me in the cuisine my clan mad dirty yall too cliddean (clean) Hennessey and Smirnoff make a nigga middean (mean) I need two more like I was a fiddean (fiend) Drinks galore everytime I'm in the citting (city) 0 to 60 didn't want a sixteening You see it in my coats or you see it in my jizzeans (jeans) you can't tell you should know the way I lizzean (lean) Water so clear I think I'm in Carribbing (Carribbean) everybody gone like we straight clipping you better watch out when we start flipping seen you fuckin and you know we're not slipping (Chorus) 2x Ohh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT Ohh Oh No NO WHAT WHAT WHAT (Noreaga) Ayo verse 2 coming with my Heineken brew N O R putting people back in I C U You ain't even thiddink that I need a driddink hit you up quick before you could even bliddink Give you a splitting cut you up with the shiddank tell your accountant to go and just check the biddank I damn near broke you and I ain't even thiddink I gotta churrda lurrda girls like Shabba Riddanks Guaranteed to be there just like Fed Ex We write our own rhymes kid you can check the credits me and Nature stay fuckin with grimlettes yo the hood baddest the bitches pussy is the fattest Smack Smack Smack Smack peep Gladys if you don't know yo then I don't know I'm gonna get me some head right after the show you can meet me at the room shit 664 (Chorus) Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT (Pharrell) 2x I told yall flippers all of yall quitters don't be contemplating my figgas Cuz I hang with go getters straight flow spitters crys and mo sippers carry yo niggas (Noreaga) It's all goodnud do my songs for the hoodnud platinum nigga while yall thangs go woodnud Yo you try to dis me ya man told you that you shouldnud I blew over you and I told you that I couldnud Me and Drag pack it Neptunes on the wheels he sneakin in at tables and he's sneakin in feels People walkin in my section that I don't even know I'm like get lost yo you stay ya ass home You a frizzeak always see you in the strizzeet walkin walkin til you get widdeak You on the E train 7 train plus the bus I don't even like you cuz you can't be trust You need to get up out my face ain't nuttin to discuss you don't like me then cool yo I don't care but if you get up in my face yo I don't care it's a dirty game and both of us ain't playin it fair (Chorus) 2x Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT (Pharrell) 2x I told yall flippers all of yall quitters don't be contemplating my figgas Cuz I hang with go getters straight flow spitters crys and mo sippers carry yo niggas |
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(feat. Juvenile, Lil Wayne, Musaliny, Maze & Goldfingaz)
(Lil' Wayne) They call me the youngest headbuster walkin' Thugged out in all black, calicole sparklin' A guerilla till I die bless me when I'm dead But for the bread I bring ya anybody head That's how I play it I don't hold back I tote gats be on the spot were ya sold crack Nigga feel played then ya fuckin get blown back I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old mac Now BLOCKA nigga get off me (Juvenile) Get some off that cocky weed and roll that bitch up Won't play with me like I'ma choke that bitch up Keep it on the turf I might be killin' to get mine New prints on the back I make a million in big time I'll always be a thug until I'm crippled and crazy I'ma always stay close with Suga Slim, Wayne and Baby Runnin' with a team off cut-throats and backshots All day bullshittin neglagince and homicides (Noreaga) Cash Money niggas they don't play that shit Thugged Out niggas we don't play that shit (Noreaga) Thugged Out, Cash Money ha B.G Juvenile ain't funny ha We try to, get that paper like Bugs Bunny ha Yo we in the projects with my little honey ha Yo what up Kiko it gets real check it We got's this chicks to slauve that right out of Kansas Heyyo these countless bitches We used to fuck 'em on campus You my roley ha ha I'm your roley ha ha Fuck with us we leave you nigga fuckin' holy ha Semi-Latin cruise down to Baton Rouge Then I got a Hummer that's sittin on 32's But for the hood we got the eastcoast locked Magnolia and Iraq now that's my spots Come anywhere near there and still be shot Prat Niggas shot Niggas shot Niggas shot Niggas Shot shot Chorus (Musalini) >From N-Y to N-O Thugged Out and Cash Money I'm a thug B how you gonna stop hungry We eatin' pop bubbley in beef we pop dummies Run up in hood honey's it's all good sonney Throw your sets up nigga Throw your side up nigga Ride or die young nigga Get high young nigga Stay fly young nigga Do what you gotta survive young nigga (Maze ) Live we fly down in New Orleans Get it purpulatin You smell me keep that fire green circulating Thugged Out with Cash Money Thugs we stash your arms Weeds get blazed from your face till feet With us all we stay deep got beef we're surroundin My Niggas cock back Macs from here to some 'the houses Get rocked or get it on if you bout it Cause boy you're in the zone You take routes quick like Roy Jones Chorus Play that shit, play that shit, play that shit |
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CNN - Invincible
(Primo mixing - Noreaga talking) (CNN, CNN, Capone and Noreaga, you know what I'm sayin) (The invincible, untouchable, CNN) For all the niggas who keep askin, when CNN gonna do a joint with Premier Ha, we did it, we here now, y'all niggas can stop askin Go cop the fuckin album, The Reunion (The invincible, untouchable, CNN) (The invincible, untouchable, CNN) But right now, CNN and Premier nigga, do it like this nigga (Noreaga) Yo, yo Melvin Flynt drop, my whole collasso stop I can't believe I fucked up and made a half-ass album My excuse is, my pops just died, and I ain't wanna make music My pops just died My fans stuck with me, my shit still went gold I got a habit just to drive, gettin head and I roam CNN, we like the Grand Royal, I write rhymes with the Coke oil Yo, Apollo heat See me, sell ??? right with ??? creep Got out the club, seen the police, Diallo deep I'm like Frank Mathis, see me blow my dough And any bitch givin head, if she blow I know Oh no, we had to go see Premo Taped it up, The Reunion, a brand new cut Up in D&D, stayin with some rats and some sluts From the projects, she know we need our welfare cut (Chorus - Primo mixing CNN) CNN, Network Channel 10 Yo, it's all reality I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end CNN, Network Channel 10 Yo, it's all reality I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end (Capone) Premo, what up man Yo, I'm not rowdy but I bang niggas and I pop collas I grind for the top dollars, fight rotweilers Put my hand on the Bible, tell it to the judge I'm a lie for my dunn, take it in blood I'm dot com, I drop bombs, kill ya squad Live like I'm still in the yard 'til I pop ya god For my niggas in the Bridge, with the 50 dollar Panasonics and the blank 8's Who rap chronic collab jake Whether we have not or have cake We got gas to get that straight, we movin at a fast rate My last case I got bail My first one, man did indicted, how I write it, sister can't stand it I smoke bud, get pissy, who could flow with me Staggerin, bang like the wild Aficans Spit gutter on a Premo beat, for the love of the street The only child, my little brother was he (Chorus) (Noreaga) Yo, yo, my thugs is bilingual You see my shit speak Spanish Disappearing acts make your whole team vanish From coast to coast I got them things Badda-boom-badda-bing, he the glorious king Another album, another plaque, another ounce and another mac Another chromed out gat Another place to face where I lace you at I put all type a wholes in ya face black (Capone) Yo, yo, who think I don't got it? I'm like workin with a bird, I got long product Give it to you raw, won't chop it New York niggas is foul, we body sling shit in the val' Them pregnant fiends, killin they child I'm the next best thing to "X", oral sex Brand new tecs, food stamps and welfare checks I'm the messiah, recognize it, political prisoner From the projects, I send shots where the cops is, nigga (Chorus) The invincible, untouchable, CNN The invincible, untouchable, CNN |
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(feat. Iman T.H.U.G.)
(Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I'm sayin son Ain't no room in this game for everybody, you know? But uh, we gon' do our thing baby, we gon' do our thing) (Iman T.H.U.G.) Yo, Iman T.H.U.G. something stunnin, rappers get done in I migrate, Queens Jamaica, Brooklyn gets sunning All feelings though, we all grow wit this ?buckle? I recognized life is a deal, cards and a shuffle Everything revolves around me, I couldn't see that 25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the feedback Who need that, hundred gram stashed up in the cheese stack We fo' black, want more trip, we get that old back And keep this world high, yearly raw supply These fuckin tracks have a nigga feelin wide inside Any bottle-tip high smokin lah in the rye It's on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden treasure Recognize it's Iman T.H.U.G. wit Noreaga Recognize that 2-5 shine'll last forever Embedded in your mind like the seams in butter leathers Butter leathers, check it yo yo yo Chorus 2x I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me 2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat (Noreaga) I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit me Cut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from me CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you see Now it's Nore now in the fuckin driver's seat Yo I shot rapid, burn weed inside a back quick Iraq embassy need a straitjacket Yo let's rachateer this, while most niggas'll fear this Turn my shit down everytime they hear it P-H-D me, rapidly right in back of me Tackle me, them niggas make loot but only half of me My faculty, blow holes in your Moschinos and tuxedos While all y'all niggas free-load, reload Explode on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis Khan Dusk till dawn Art of War Still time to score, yo we kid we poly for Yo Victoria's Secret bitches that suck dick raw The freak, Rick James type, I got the long pipe Kick doors in, snake four-fours in Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin, TV's inside Suburban Iraq dishieke, diamond cut pinky Listen to Trag shit wit Noyd and Chinky Network like the internet, wit Henny wet Nine-oh be my set, so whatever be next Nashiem, he laced this beat on some east coast shit I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit me Cut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from me CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you see Now it's Nore now in the fuckin driver's seat We overdose this, high class wit one E-Class Shorty came through, she iced out and dressed in blue Said she move from Brooklyn, reside in secion two Know how we do out here hoe, a two for square Get high, and disappear play the projects on super-low Plus she feelin my style, Too Hot like Coolio Plus her cooty though, bangin just like the studio >From Iraq to Inglewood, it all good >From hood to hood, regulate like a thug should Yo we in too deep, losin sleep and can't call it The game is still fresh until the jake try to spoil it Even people I was loyal wit, give my life to Be the first who turn around and try to spike Now they don't like you, sendin ten dogs to bite you (Iman T.H.U.G.) (Busta Rhymes) I keep it real wit a nigga (yo yo) keep it real wit me (We keep it real nigga) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me (CUT YA HAND OFF!! Fuck) 2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see (WHAT!) Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat (WHAT) (We keeps it real wit niggas who keep it real wit us) I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me (Fuck, CUT YA HAND OFF) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me 2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see (WHAT!) Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat (WHAT!) |
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(feat. Tragedy Khadafi)
(Noreaga) Word up son I did cause I had to discipline niggaz, knahmsayin? Eatin like he live, he ain't live, word up Nobody can't eat if I can't, word up If I can't eat God, don't let nobody eat God You ain't live - I'll eat ya food kid I'll take your food, it's on It's on now.. word up Cause he's a halfway - thug that he betray If you got locked that ass'd probably come home gay smack, blood out ya mouth (what the fuck you say) Break your feeble ass down (cause you ain't in my league) Yo, now ain't that the pot callin the kettle black I used to peddle crack, you never sold drugs so stop frontin I pushed the war button, you cold panicked Use tools to fix ya fucking face like a mechanic Dramatic, dynamic, and underhanded You say the shit that I say for so long I can't stand it The God bandit, erupt like volcano Shittin lava, right on they armor, you blood(?) farmer What Wha? (??)Hasa, gato, nuto cuatro(??) Imbalance the scales of slaughter, Iraq discipline and open ya face, spit on the cut, pour the Henny in ??? fuck a popa get smoked properly It ain't even got to be handed on record Just me and you, one on one, I'm only one Yo, the only one, ??? team alphabet Your power counterfeit, fraudulent, fraudulent yo Who's fascinated? I get highly lifted and upgraded You playa hate it, bite me before I made it My opposition, competition ya code scratched like gats without serial numbers that don't match CNN form, gang is called "Art of War" Yo you weak minded, dumb deaf the nigga blinded Left behind in, lost and found you can't find it John the Baptist, observe, mad water Surveillance my style, exile, feeble and fragile Not one crew, fuck you up like we do 252 (25 to life kid) CNN will shoot right through Set it off (what) break you off, just like a big brick Top that shit, mix and contaminate it Navigate it, 2-5 the most hated My satellite will orbit in rap, planet's my oxygen We poppin it, kick through door, do-rag and moccasin You can't stop, Lieutenant Arab Thirsty to have what you have Bust a new trade, Illuminati be the new age Masquerade courageous, loud and boisterous in three stages They try to get my Thunn twist in cages So get the word spread, spread it like love You halfway - thug nigga you betray Yo I used to hang around with y'all, cover ground with y'all Now I flip turn around and pull the pound on y'all Dissolve, that weak shit you thought just revolved like the Earth at its axis, I got access to map this pure blackness, yo attack this - blood sucker of the poor My power show and prove, livin on the 5th floor We at war, with the foolish Get deducted, lose points, they can't do this like I do this so what what, what what, what what, what what! |
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Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh
It's a Queens thing (uhh, uhh) Too fly, word up Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise No doubt, check me out, yeah, yeah Aiyyo Son let me let me put you on to what happened how it went down check it (tell me Son, word up) Yo, TV's in the headrest, Sega entertainment Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment D.A. got a witness, lawyer can't explain it Face the judge, on some money maintain shit Black Ceasar, hundred grand on the Visa Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia Found him in the warehouse, tied in the freezer That's the life of a thug when he hold heaters Willies, up North, turn to dick beaters Sendin flicks to any bitch that'll feed us 360 ways with the shell-top Adidas The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm Rock and stay green, sippin on Don Arabic link, Cartier on the arm Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules Nigga fuck the deez, we blazin trees Capone bag the keys, let's move like a gypsy It's hot out here, relocate to Poughkeepsie Feds play the roof in the hood try to hit me Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me The life of a thug wasn't made right When I die leave a bottle of Don, by the gravesite The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen *chorus* All my convicts, livin on the edge of life Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist We move sheist, livin in these days of trife Rockin four carat ice, in Thug Paradise Thug Paradise, yeah, yo, yo, yeah, yo In Thug Paradise One for the money, two for the villainous streets from Willies holdin millions, foreala with no feelin shit, my resident, Q-B settlement Hit him on the hill, Jake wonder where the medal went Jump in the Ac-u-ra, then blast a trey Pour this A for those who passed away My whole click shinin like a diamond While on Riker's Island, fake niggaz eat a dick rhymin Mighty chrome we got a song Capone-N-Noreaga's on, we try to touch like a flip phone I sip on Porter while you get extorted to single, illegal life stick you, I hope the world bought it Yeah no doubt Capone-N-Noreaga *chorus* Yo niggaz broad daylight, woke up, early in mornin Gettin even breaths, my team'll grab heat Bust the fonta leaf, then roll up, some Sweets they was on since yesterday night, Dunn got bucked in his windpipe, we'll go to war until you pre-write Pick tight, can stick to guns in a gunfight Yo lots of diamonds, the new millenium was promised Black comments, we tryin to squash that big But niggaz get hard-headed, filled wit leaded Fuck around and get deaded, now for wetted God set it, automatic Yeah me you face these niggaz starvin General of rap swarmin Acousiastic, attract with the glock plastic Move quickly, switch rides to Poughkeepsie Black tipsy, but tell me, destiny Move quickly, stickheads, be tryin to stick me You mad morbid, but it's a planet out of orbit Can't absorb it, but tell me, you all for it Can't call it, my defense'll make you forfeit Son you quit fuckin wit Iraq dick The General hoe, create my own chrome like y'all vote Blast it too, and plus it take two, now know *chorus* |
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featuring Noreaga
[Noreaga] Yeah yeah Niggaz is travellin everywhere word up I perform in the South You know I put on _Fish'N'Grits_ and shit like that ya heard? Word up; I perform in the West I put on.. _Ain't Nuttin Like a Sunny Day in Cali For Ni A_ ya heard? I'm on the East I'm rockin _T.O.N.Y._ In the Midwest I put on a little No Limit or some shit like that Word is bond Chorus: Crooked Lettaz We got that firewater (WHAT?) y'all want that water-water (WHAT?) We got that firewater (WHAT?) y'all want that water-water (WHAT?) We got that firewater (WHAT?) y'all want that water-water (WHAT?) We got that firewater WHAT? We got that firewater WHAT? [Noreaga] Yo, yo Yo I'msa gangsta, so y'all niggaz, know that I mask I smoke, mad weed, while I drink a V-8 splash Niggaz, fuck with me, and you will get smashed I'm gettin, head in the whip, and I won't even crash I'm sayin, niggaz don't fuck no mo', all we get is head Niggaz don't play with bread and butter, all we count is bread My niggaz from, Mississipp-I, still get high Off the water-water, slangin quarter-quarter across the border border, Seargeant Slaughter Slaughter My Down South niggaz, yo we got mad game And we both, from the ghetto, so we kick it the same You call your weed chronic, we call our weed hydro You call your shit doja, we call out shit gamble From the Calliope to Iraq, we still get dough We call a, bitch is a bitch, and a hoe is a hoe Penalty the label, in New York, we on cable Chorus [Crooked Lettaz 1] Check it out Basically, you silly niggaz ain't facin me I turn my back and then you chase me hate me daily And you attempt to limp like youse a pimp but youse a shrimp, you can't play me See we the brothers with the hot tracks Puttin butter on the hot wax You want to ball with the top cats Well you talk about fat gats You can't rap nigga stop that, got that You want to act like you cock back Couldn't hold a nigga jockstrap We can take it to the streets when the party people meet tell the niggaz take a seat take a beat and cold rock that back to the M-I, mill'n-dol'-mill'n-dol'-I mill'n-dol'-mill'n-dol'-I, humpback, humpback Watch a nigga jump back, dead I Spittin that upon the red eye, flyin to the N.Y. Niggaz high from coast to coast Keepin it close, put it in a post E.T. the coach, niggaz want to be me the most You boast and brag and sport the sag cause I dope rhyme, niggaz never want to quote rhymes Try to bite and then you choke rhyme Rollin up a smoke rhyme Comin out with your wrote rhyme Ain't nuttin but some broke rhymes Me I got the right rhymes, always comin out tight rhymes Break a nigga see the light rhymes want to fight rhymes? Naw nigga not tonight rhymes Get your girl I just might rhyme And the story go, for the thugs even Nore know the gory flow, can't be faded Prayed it down, laid it down, and I'm gone Take double-steps turn around and show em Chorus [Crooked Lettaz 2] Now it's that Crooked Letta hot shit Old block rockin locked quick Rhymes shined with hot spit y'all speak about shine I write rhymes then I burn clicks, and give em this Your platinum plaque's counterfeit You shipped gold, is what I was told Your airplay was BOUGHT hits Payola Motorala cell phones where you spent all these ends, then he's gone in the wind POOF, ain't no PROOF, a super sleuth couldn't find his shoes I wrap heads, like bad news And bust bass and blow a fuse Then I move to Baton Rouge like, Snoop on the move I'm like Megatron, an underground rap shit phenomenon I blow up in my Prime (and after that?) Then I move to Cybertron, with Omega Supreme But it seems that I gotta sit back and pray (back and pray) to God that these niggaz won't take me away (why?) I say it seems that I gotta sit back and pray to God that these niggaz won't take me away Chorus [Noreaga] Firewater HUH? You see them niggaz bouncin want to see them niggaz BOUNCIN want to see them niggaz BOUNCIN!! Sittin on whatever y'all fuckin niggaz sittin on That chrome shit HUH? Seventeen inch shit Twenty inch shit Twenty-two inch shit Fuck that shit, let the shit glisten Let the shit GLISTEN Let the shit GLISTEN!! HUH? Let the shit glisten! HUH? If y'all niggaz ain't got a car wash y'all niggaz need to go Uptown right now and get your shit washed And get the inside done up, you feel? You feel me? Get that inside done up Make sure your speakers is blowin Cause if the shit is at a low level It ain't even penetratin Turn the shit the fuck up, HUH? Thugged Out, Crooked Lettaz, what the fuck is up? Turn shit the fuck up! |
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