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from Nothing To Lose (낫씽 투 루즈) by Robert Folk [ost] (1997)
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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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
(Noreaga)
{*howling*} CNN (CNN!) CNN The reunion man.. we back again man.. are y'all ready man? Hahahahahaha, yo, yo My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home it's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks Based on a true story, it's Nore' And all of my niggaz 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, CN lift spirits Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and dead and leave em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red N.O., erase niggaz no pro-blemo Keep a razor in my mouth - spit it out And I never had to move nothin, I shit it out And I still got it but I had to Thug It Out Chorus: CNN (repeat 2X) Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day The real people do real things So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH? (Nore) Peace God (Cap) Whattup nigga? (Nore) I'm glad you home So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own (Cap) Stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes (Nore) Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out (Cap) My Niggaz On The Run they place out Flee fiends with the cake mouth Automatic guns, bullets spray out (Nore) Lay out, what? Gimme 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 (Cap) I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry (Nore) And me, I'm Thugged Out, I just sleep on the floor with the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw (Cap) My heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz lean on the law (Nore) Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall (Cap) I watch for the cops, still a Thug after the deal CNN gotta thug it for real Chorus (Capone) Thuggology's the major, paper Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole nature The law was built around capers since the years of the West and are you real or fake? How many thugs hear the question Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail Next to death's kiko, is goin to jail Unassissted, I shivered and frail My ice similar to hail yo, for the that's in braille I keep Chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug Whichever way it's called, in every city a slug If I was dyin would a true fan give me they blood and would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge? My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious I rock fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the creases Chorus 2X (Noreaga and Capone ad lib to fade) |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
(feat. Capone-N-Noreaga)
[Noreaga] Aiyyo these industry niggaz - they startin not to like me I'm too chiesty (chiesty) I'm too fiesty (fiesty) Run up on labels and I beat up kids It's N-O! Ain't no need to ask who that is I'm like Tim Duncan (nigga) close to unstoppable Shoot at your face, kid Whatchu gonna do? I go to Jacob with a hundred thou' While you go up to him with twenty-five hundred, wow!! I throw fifty on the chain (what!!) Fifty on the watch (what!!) I still cock, blow, and throw fifty on the block (what!!) It's thugged out, so my people listen and watch Yo my name "nore" but only fam' call me "flint" My people that smoke weed get high in bed, yo am I a hoe? You can see me at the Tahoe, rockin a shirt that say "Let the Lox go" In L.A. I rock the same shirt at Roscoe [Chorus] Remember if I shot a nigga - I don't care In the club (?) - I don't care You see the way we pop Crist' yo - I don't care It's CNN every thug throughout the atmosphere See us iceberged out yo - I don't care Chromed out the lower twenties yo - I don't care It's CNN every thug throughout the atmosphere [Capone] I'm out of this world, keep a fresh philly to twirl Pretty thug fly nigga, gimme your girl I been on all avenues Strips hot like Malibu's sand I got chips shit Rappers' savan I represent every Ghetto like a broke elevator Piss downstairs, sunny dude Cherry Now and Laters Save her for a favor, one of my favorites When a nigga circum To the slum, I rap one of the greatest Off the kicks I'm rockin' the latest Air Pimps Let me have that scar underneath my shit We thugged out, shit bleed thugged out QB reign as the last stop like the QB train In L.A. I'm with Kurupt South Central with Daz, hot nine's Clue Thug pop wine in the coop Fatigue the suit nigga Still shootin cues Huh? Clue, how we do? (huh? how we do?) [Chorus] [DJ Clue - over Chorus] Fat shout! TDK! Sam Elbridge! Brian Gordon! C'mon! [Noreaga] I'm went from, right (right), and I never forget ('get) Where we sell a lot of coke and we fight off pits The whole block on the run, yo even the chicks I cop every Jordan's, I love them kicks I got hurt when the Spurs beat the New York Knicks I had the gamblin' in the hood Scramblin' the hood (word) When shit got hot, I leave hammers in the hood A thugged-out shirt and bandana in the hood I'm the "Godfather" of the thugs King of the hood King of the 'dro King of the Crist' King of the ass And sayin' what, what? To Grandmaster Flash Hey what? The super thug is back, and I got some shit I'm like a crackhead, can't turn down a hit I keep the chrome out on the four-fifth, Four point six I went from hustlin nicks to hustlin bricks I'm big-timin' this game, I'm small-timin' this [Chorus] [DJ Clue - over Chorus] DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Fat shout! Theo Ratliff! Sixers! Saint Johns! Germ players! Mike Jordan! Alex! DJ Clue! Professional - Part Two!.. ..New York! [Noreaga - over DJ Clue] Yeah, yeah, DJ Clue Duro! CN motherfuckin N Y'know how we fuckin do it Thugged out and you all tittied out Desert Storm, strait form on ya norm' Keep it regular nigga Smoke good weed nigga, not the regular Smoke good weed nigga, not the regular.. |
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from Kool G Rap - The Giancana Story (2002)
[G-Wise * vocoder box effect]
Yeahhh, yeh yeh - G. Rap that's gangsta (my life nigga) [Chorus: G-Wise * vocoder] All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin with youuuuuuu Thug it out baby, thug it out baby Don't stop 'til I die for this I'll be keepin it trueeeeeee Yeah yeah yeah yeah [Kool G. Rap] Yo, yo Giancanna the name break it down simple and plain Went from a small chimp in the game to gorilla king pimpin the game Know how to tempt dames to tense in the Range Hit the block to pitch rocks, the strength of the name Limp with a cane, lactosin limp for the king We even pack toast expend from the flames, my aim Strictly about makin that bread pop (y'know) blocks red hot from feds and cops, lookin for rock bottles with red tops Tradin lead shots with dreadlocks Infrared dots 'til their head drop, we fled spots Word on the curb is when it came to birds we spread flocks (no doubt) No tellin when the bloodshed stop, glide 'til the sled stop Copped the latest every hot flavor in them crocs and gators Somebody clique riff, pop the bravest Out of town trips in whips I got from Avis, drop knots in Vegas My plot for paper was crockpots of wafers [Chorus] [Kool G. Rap] Nigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons Half-naked bitches dancin to tunes (uh-huh) Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moon Play the jacuzzi 'til your hands get blue Rugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun [yeahhhh] Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes Prison niggaz that ran balloons Shut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons Fuck women in tanning rooms Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit If I can't stack a nigga cap get peeled loose Word to them cats that died on the street, it's spilled juice So where that Don be? (right here) In the calm breeze in the palm trees Bomb G under the armpiece Livin in harmony, coke farm pharmacy Bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honory Washin the jackpot like laundry Fuckin Don of the year nominee, honestly [Chorus] - repeat 2X [G-Wise * vocoder box in background to fade] [Kool G. Rap] G. Rap nigga.. What, thug shit, Queens clicks What.. uh-huh Yeah, thug shit, Queens clicks Thug shit, Queens clicks Uhh.. yeah |
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from DJ Cut Killer - Cut Killer Show 2 (2001)
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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from Capone-N-Noreaga - Channel 10 (2009)
(feat. Tragedy Khadafi)
Intro: (I'm feelin' this here) Yeah son feel it man word up son. You gotta just do it yo. (C.N.N.) Yo word up it's a different channel son word up on watch the channel son different plain now man. (It's all good) Word up baby all good in every hood. (Queensbridge) Word up you hood nawsayin'? (Iraq) Left rack and all adat yo my hood word up gotta rep together son word up for life son. (check) Word up son let them know though son I feel you man let 'em know son. Capone: It takes nothin' but a hot slug to fill a villian Crook I'm about to make a killin' So weed to escalate the feelin' I regulate the dealin' jealous niggas hate the feelin' I stack my safe appealin' jake on my trace I'm peelin' And what a Mecca had whole fuckin' nation kneelin' Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin' fuck My drug passion got a nigga stashin' fast what One love to hill billys run forever out to Chile' Playin' the cuts nigga what can't stop the willy Cops harassin' niggas blastin' while the day' passin' Time for action cock the mac what a satisfaction Shoot laughin' slug caught up in the chest gaspin' Nigga blanked out chopped before he start rappin' Hook: Khadafi: Microchips in the celly the game don't stop (don't stop) Tappin' in your bank funds with the labtop (labtop) Wanna own a block before the ball drop (ball drop) Arab natiz puttin' hits on the cops (x2) Noreaga talking: Word up son fucked up son word up Trag. I know you know us both man but it took the penile for us to click youknowhatI'msayin'? (yeah y'all met up north) KnowhatI'msayin' we had to meet up north (know what's real about all this though that...) What real about it? (we were young we strive we trying to eat knowhatI'msayin'?) God degree (we got a lot of fake niggas out man) 7-3 and 12 jewels. Niggas ain't bustin' that heat man. Niggas just frontin' yo they ain't bustin' they heat they know who they is. (I'm tellin' my...) Know who they is. (yo word is born) Noreaga: C.N.N. network channel 10 it's on again Street niggas that' grown men Bold face gat in your face stay in your place Yo crime lace catch more beef then Scarface (x2) Court case illegal minds too late Back in '92 (you remember Juice son?) I buc tose and got live General Emanuel Cell block cold crop Go bagged up yeah by cream cop (FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world cold dissed me ? poppie locked for posse call up Khadafi Collect all from Arab natzi the fowl motney You were lat in jail gte what what what what Them new jacks they comin' through Scared to death of the jail stories that's true You cold weak live life on the street While locked up homoed with pink sheets (bitch nigga) Discrete and your cell shook to sleep I wild out no doubt till the day I'm out Me personally what I did three kid you weak Your station and P.A.C. Outro: Son fuck this jail shit so tell 'em about the streets son (echo) |
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