Noreaga

(Kool G Rap)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)
(Chorus x2)

(Noreaga)
Yo, Listen to me
young thug this is some advice
you do a snake you be payin' the price
catch you at the dice game
blow you out the frame
crack cheater, cause my niggaz is grimy
all we really luv is reffer
Iraq, the name alone got you shook back on the island
you got ya man hood took
but turn around when you walk through
guns are hawk you, already took ya shit
no matter who you talk too
the 6 berra no take no deniro
no heat East Elmhurst, Haiser Street
you feel the fury when you want that bust, Handcuff
wishing that you ain't locked up
now you get tested, Jake tell you when you get arrested
when you get there don't get molested
yo call the C.O. that wont be necessary
they watch ya beat ya down and take ya conversary
my adversary donaldly dick, dynasty rich
my whole cliq got paid lawyers and rips
gettin' locked up, fell down, no time for this
aw, aw, aw when the gaged got caught in the car
start the law, not trying to be a Cold Craft Star
yo, you might be illin', you might be wildin'
but you wont be smilin' on Rikers Island
Rikers Island, Iraq.

(Chorus)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)

(Musolini)
Juveniles get shook and see 74
mobb 2 ice grill when you walk through
come through a fly cached tested for that


see where your heart at
that fly shit niggaz want that
jerk on ya phone time
sweet niggaz get robbed blind
robbed for ya watch, robbed for ya shine
you better fake regimen
them niggaz do alot of dead and let'em see ya sweatin'
and get PCed out protection
the by shit cause cliqs sent renim
and have you cut up if you don't pay up
Crips and Bloods all along with the Caves too,
business as usually, a bunch of criminals
typical shit is critical, on a via a nigga rippin' you
a daily ritual, jail talk is pitiful
not for every individual
I'm wit it and I wont go back
niggaz mad cause I keep a stack
and don't talk crip nigga, word up.

(Chorus)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)

(Kool G Rap)
See 74 adolescents now walk put ya hand to the floor
ya hear nigga gettin' tall holey blaze galore
tricks or ya f**king jaw to ya draw
see yo when I close watching you pour
how do you claws or how do I laws from taking yours
contemplated or taking you down from at the door
niggaz with cause leave you wit scars and open source
soon as ya boor get a swore stuck in ya faloor
sharpin' up 1 son and become quick draw mcgraw
put up ya paws boors go why I saw the cause
cause livin' shiesty could be pricely
niggaz kidnappin' wify's while hearts cold as Italian Icy's
now buck and a half slide across his face lace some nicely
you gottin' fiesty but where you stand is where the ice be
forever your life be gone in the wind
punching holes all in your abdomen
when the thug cats come with the stabbin'in the jury grabbin'in
look out son they body slabbin'in while you was blabbin'in
now know what the f**k is happenin'.

(Chorus)

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 it's 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 it's 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 it's 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
Thats 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 yall
The weed so strong, they gotta put it glass jars
Niggas try to smoke me out, mope me out
Cuz 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 cuz 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
Yall 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
Thats 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

Verse 1
(Noreaga)
Got out the mall yo
This weeded cat rockin a fade
In my face askin can he see the grenade
I woulda' let him see it
The way he came across I said nah, beat it
Steph told me buck him
When I reacted Will said chill f**k him
Yo it's a small world ya know that we'll see him again
He said f**k you
I said what, repeat it again
(Nas)
Chill son you're weeded again
Slow down god you're speedin again
Face lookin like you're fiendin for hen
Who that wit you, hide the gat yo nigga come here
You got a pistol that must mean you slingin again
(Noreaga)
Hey yo f**k it yo, I bucked him son
Cause he was on some stupid shit
Thinking he the real thing
When he was just a duplicate
Saying that he hate our clique
Hate our shit
Hate the Firm album and the CNN clique
He said he hate you and wish you ain't have a six
He had coliseum jewelry no tito tricks
(Nas)
That's what he supposed to get
Nigga play you close he gets hit
Laying in dirt for something you say you get hurt
F**k around though, probably with some old school shit
How bad you hit him up god?
You he's ghost and shit?

Chorus
(Noreaga)
Yo it's a body in the trunk son
So what's it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Yo it's a body in the trunk son
So what's it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me

Verse 2
(Noreaga)
I had the Queens hoodie on wit the blood on my sleeve
Gave that nigga one offer he could take or he leave
But it's a body in the trunk son it's getting scary
What if police pull us over and smell that corpse?
Yo send it, go in the trunk light an incense
Spray the lysol all over the car
I know you wasn't dead then but you're hear now paul
Yo it happened like an hour or two
I showered wit boo
Wasted a little time
Didn't want to disturb you
(Nas)
For some reason yo I couldn't sleep
Yo slept with my heat
Yo you think you in some movie shit son?
I think you're losing it
Pop the trunk who's the kid?
You really had to buck him?
You couldn't just snuff him?
Yo he had to lose his wig?
F**k you bring him here for?
What you think I could do?
Somebody could've followed you
F**k it nigga I'll ride wit you
Some real niggas gonna do what we gotta do
Slide in this wip and we out
Empty the clip in his mouth f**k it
That's how we move in this game
Rulin this game


Niggas stayin true to this game

Chorus
(Noreaga)
Yo it's a body in the trunk son
So what's it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Yo it's a body in the trunk son
So what's it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me

Verse 3
(Noreaga)
Yo son I shot him in the parking lot
Right in the mall
If I would have left the body
The police would have crawled
Yo I did that
Chopped the body up
F**k the chit chat
(Nas)
Kick back
(Noreaga)
I just lit up so here hit that
Pull over somewhere god
Where I could piss at
(Nas)
Pop the trunk let a nigga see who it is
(Noreaga)
Not now son maintain and stick to the biz
(Nas)
Yo you hidin it, let a nigga know what he ridin wit
(Noreaga)
A'ight son, calm down calm down
Chill (let me see the nigga)
I'm a let you see the nigga man
(Turn him around)
Turn him over ya know what I'm sayin
(Oh yeah, oh yeah I know that man)
Word?
(Nas)
Nigga name known
Just came home
Thought he cut his shit
Stiarwaves on nigga kept it on some rugged shit
(Noreaga)
Yo son the way you're talking make it sound like y'all cool
Like you and this nigga used to go to school
Back in 204 son tell me its not
(Nas)
Yo pop chill the way he had his soul on the rock
He was on top
(Noreaga)
Locked from the bottom to top
Now this nigga just layin our trunk straight popped
We need a spot where we can dump him
Without no noise
My niggas ain't tryin to alert no boys
(Nas)
This ain't no game god
Dump his body in the train yard
Under the seven line
We couldn't have picked a better time
(Noreaga)
The way he actin
He acting like he dead

Chorus
(Noreaga)
Yo it's a body in the trunk son
So what's it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Yo it's a body in the trunk son
So what's it gonna be
A nigga layin dead cause he came for me

(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)

(Noreaga)
It was, four in the mornin got a call on the cell
What the hell, you niggaz just shot at?
Yo they missed her, blazed most fired pistols
Now it's our turn, to play calypsos
Yo, me and you, meet me by the two
A war goin on, that's involvin the crews
Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's
I wish my nigga was home, the black Fonz
Yo we rock charms as big as Vegas
Different crews of different size try to player hate us
Top of the league like Bulls and y'all cats is Lakers
Trash since Magic left, but he was the greatest
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan peace God
You and Maze got the info?
Them cats that tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A nigga named Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city
Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly
I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I get there, just blaze God and don't look back
Cause Ricky got no kids and no wifey
So when I get there God it's like more than likely
There's Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what?

Chorus: Maze

We strong-arm, blazin firearm long kong
When the beef come niggaz storm on
(repeat 2X)

(Noreaga)
Yo like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a mask
Just shot up the whole spot, crib to grass
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
Cut Ricky from his neck to his balls


Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is real
Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feels
Word got back, them niggaz said Ricky a rat
All that, coke we took yea we cooked the crack
The police don't really want us, they want the coke back
It's impossible, just ask the word by the hospital
Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin deep
How he knew where I'm at, how he knew how I eat?
The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?
We hit the spot, then we hopped in the whips
Now it's a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo them fools ?, niggaz drive by me
Iraq banner, not he, ? aqui

Chorus

(Noreaga)
Aiyyo we just crashed into the pole, now we roll
another Dutchie, calm down and stroll
on foot, my whole click, got control
of the whole output, now we roll
Yo any nigga be a man for a minute y'know
Then he, turn around once he know you got dough
It's like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror
like Michael, my whole click down to snipe you
Since then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men
Every nigga he hate, was darker than him
Older niggaz than him, stay buggin on him
Tellin him he weak, he ain't touch my skin
But once again CNN prevail, tho-rough
Cause even the G-est don't really understand Hell
I did this, from Iraq, to livin the cell
So y'all niggaz know, what? Meet you back in Hell what?

Chorus 2X

Uh-huh uh-huh, TrackMasters

(Kid Capri)
Uhh, uncontrollable hotness on this plate
From state to state, it's Noreaga the great
I'm the Kid Capri, y'all DJ niggaz, play this shit twice
Yo Nore, tell the story!

(Noreaga)
Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo chicken I knew, her man named Taboo
Friend named Gina, we used to call her Buckwheater
Always come around and just roll reefer
We used to tell her to stop, but she won't either
Her nigga Que said he'd f**k her but he won't eat her
Chicken I knew came through, and boned Peter
Buckwheater got the word ya heard? I don't know how
Whoever went and told gotta be so foul
So much, playa hatin gotta change the style
Niggaz wanna go and tell about a doggystyle
Buckwheater called me up on the phone
Said she ain't really mad cause she f**ked 'Pone
Now she on some other shit, wanna bone Tone
Player like E.T. wanna phone home
Crazily I zone, shorty gotta call me back when she grown
What?

(Kid Capri)
Where the party at?
C'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c'mon, now where the party at?
Noreaga c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon!

(Noreaga)
Yo, yo let me set it off, show you how I'll break you off
N.O.R.E., so f**k y'all competitors
Either you a live chick, or a regular whore
Yo I knew this chick, used to rhyme and shit
I used to lie to her, tell her that I'd buy her shit
Yo a crib, the diamonds, plus a whip
Yo I went to the crib, to put it on
Aiyyo, and on the real, woulda put her on
But even when I wrote it, yo the bitch couldn't quote it
I found it real foul, like she demoted
One thing she could do though, is deep throat it
But I kept it real, bitch still ain't got a record deal
Mention my name, keep it simple and plain
She was, off the meter when she seen wood grain
Told the bitch maintain, now we do the same
Or we can hit the telly up, you can give me some brain


What?

(Kid Capri)
Now where the party at?
C'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Noreaga c'mon, now where the party at?
Uhh uhh, uhh, now where the party at?
What what c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon!

(Noreaga)
Yo, to all the bitches, never gave a nigga pussy
Aiyyo this one's for y'all, I make one for y'all
Dedicated, hatin me, gang related
Either I turned you off, asked you to suck my dick
or I felt your tits and came off too quick
Tried to f**k on the first night, called you a bitch
And I'm a thug nigga, so I don't bite my tongue
And I ain't choosy, yo I take a bitch how she come
You could be a doodoo head boo, and still have fun
But you know bitches, they wanna act all ill
Actin like they really real cause they f**kin squeal
Said she know Jay-Z, and she know Shaquille
Chicken add me to the list, so what's the deal?
Want a nigga waitin long, I'm off later
She be callin me up, askin 'Noreaga?'
Yo whattup, f**k the talkin let's just f**k
"Yo I like the song where you say what-what"
Hang up, call me back when you bout some butt
What?

(Kid Capri)
Now where the party at?
C'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Keep it movin c'mon, now where the party at?
Move it! Move it! Now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Yo Noreaga! Yo where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Keep it movin, uh uh uhh
Uh, uh uh uhh uh
Keep it movin, uh uh uhh
Uh, uh uh uhh uh
Keep it movin, now where the party at?
Uh, uh, now where the party it?
Keep it movin, uh, where the party at?
Yeah yeah, now where the party at?
Word up, one time
Noreaga
Forever baby

Uh-huh uh-huh, TrackMasters

(Kid Capri)
Uhh, uncontrollable hotness on this plate
From state to state, it's Noreaga the great
I'm the Kid Capri, y'all DJ niggaz, play this shit twice
Yo Nore, tell the story!

(Noreaga)
Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo chicken I knew, her man named Taboo
Friend named Gina, we used to call her Buckwheater
Always come around and just roll reefer
We used to tell her to stop, but she won't either
Her nigga Que said he'd f**k her but he won't eat her
Chicken I knew came through, and boned Peter
Buckwheater got the word ya heard? I don't know how
Whoever went and told gotta be so foul
So much, playa hatin gotta change the style
Niggaz wanna go and tell about a doggystyle
Buckwheater called me up on the phone
Said she ain't really mad cause she f**ked 'Pone
Now she on some other shit, wanna bone Tone
Player like E.T. wanna phone home
Crazily I zone, shorty gotta call me back when she grown
What?

(Kid Capri)
Where the party at?
C'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c'mon, now where the party at?
Noreaga c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon!

(Noreaga)
Yo, yo let me set it off, show you how I'll break you off
N.O.R.E., so f**k y'all competitors
Either you a live chick, or a regular whore
Yo I knew this chick, used to rhyme and shit
I used to lie to her, tell her that I'd buy her shit
Yo a crib, the diamonds, plus a whip
Yo I went to the crib, to put it on
Aiyyo, and on the real, woulda put her on
But even when I wrote it, yo the bitch couldn't quote it
I found it real foul, like she demoted
One thing she could do though, is deep throat it
But I kept it real, bitch still ain't got a record deal
Mention my name, keep it simple and plain
She was, off the meter when she seen wood grain
Told the bitch maintain, now we do the same
Or we can hit the telly up, you can give me some brain


What?

(Kid Capri)
Now where the party at?
C'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Noreaga c'mon, now where the party at?
Uhh uhh, uhh, now where the party at?
What what c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon!

(Noreaga)
Yo, to all the bitches, never gave a nigga pussy
Aiyyo this one's for y'all, I make one for y'all
Dedicated, hatin me, gang related
Either I turned you off, asked you to suck my dick
or I felt your tits and came off too quick
Tried to f**k on the first night, called you a bitch
And I'm a thug nigga, so I don't bite my tongue
And I ain't choosy, yo I take a bitch how she come
You could be a doodoo head boo, and still have fun
But you know bitches, they wanna act all ill
Actin like they really real cause they f**kin squeal
Said she know Jay-Z, and she know Shaquille
Chicken add me to the list, so what's the deal?
Want a nigga waitin long, I'm off later
She be callin me up, askin 'Noreaga?'
Yo whattup, f**k the talkin let's just f**k
"Yo I like the song where you say what-what"
Hang up, call me back when you bout some butt
What?

(Kid Capri)
Now where the party at?
C'mon, now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Keep it movin c'mon, now where the party at?
Move it! Move it! Now where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Yo Noreaga! Yo where the party at?
C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at?
Keep it movin, uh uh uhh
Uh, uh uh uhh uh
Keep it movin, uh uh uhh
Uh, uh uh uhh uh
Keep it movin, now where the party at?
Uh, uh, now where the party it?
Keep it movin, uh, where the party at?
Yeah yeah, now where the party at?
Word up, one time
Noreaga
Forever baby

See a lot of niggas talking bout war, you understand what Im saying, war,
but now as a nigga grow, he progreses and he has a lot more happier things
to talk about (more happy), jigga kick that shit

yo you can catch Norea
in L.A.
wit mo bitches, and I tough titties some fly hoe's
wit a pound double o's
b-12's extroidinary pushing a man wit (errrr) exquisite
watch em lock, pivot
move lemme get it
straight dig in it
penetrate till you get straight Bo Riddick
half of ya friends said they aint see him, and him
from A.M. (M)
to P.M. (M)
Ill be chillen wit a hoe in the next B.M.
yo I dodge fast
cant mess wit es crack-heads
back spreads
Purto Rican's wit dreads
yo ma masita
Im not virg just like the margarita
Guanamena, Guantanamena
Jose its like Juan, back at Bia-bone
born alone, die alone
never known to cry alone
I hold it down till Capone come home
I used to never drink, now Im known to drink plenty
Cristal, Henny, Mo get me on the Remmy
packers sent me dolo, but I order beef semi
Dont make me and my click just down many
Guinesses
(whut) stay high like the blimpses
nemesis, blow holes through the premisis

***Chorus***
Noreaga: Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it

Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit

Noreaga: gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed

A yo I cock a cannon
me and French canannon
travel to the top of the Grand Canyon
we dont f**k, still instead yo our click gettin hed
then we hit the next state
in the next bitch bed
its all fun to us
when we in the tour bus
pola-tickin about which bitches we f**ked
same hoochie that same bitch tha happened in Queens
seeing lil bitches from the hood stripping in dreams
(whut) in it for once
now toked out and smoke blunts
then the pussie, still rock gold fronts
turned out, no doubt
all tha sons showed her the route
yo I did it all when I was f**kin wit the thugs
traditional, plus a nigga pops sold drugs
yo impeckable like the f**kin chinese rugs
still sexual, bone'en bitches right in the clubs
yo inadequate
deep just like devil's advocate
I bless that, CNN shirt plus a Guess hat


my whole click touched that bitch and carresed that

***Chorus***
Noreaga: Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it

Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit

Noreaga: gimme some hed
gimme some hed


a yo peep the verse
cause Iraq like Strange Universe
my chest glow, from the ice left in my gold
it was war when
we used buy weed from Norven
now we straight branch it out
Man shit out
Condow, three floors
bitch four doors
looken for yours
Victoria Secret in draws
yo I love hoes who long dick without asking
wakeing up in the morning, hed action
yo peep it
Nore wasn't always on some freak shit
fell in love once wit this shortie on some weak shit
name was Nova
Im on like the Iatola
carani
catch me wit the next mans ladie
drinking Don P. gettin bent crazy
Cristal is for the ones that only drink babies
yo I love hoes in them g-strings and bow legged so help me God
my dick get hard
see you noticed
most hoes stay focused
below the abdomen
her bell on my scale when im stabbing it
and I bless you wit
niggas take out yall small intestines, mad hoes get addicted
and get domestic
mad cause I dont f**k em like I use to
bone they ass like I used to
cause now Im used to, just gettin hed
didn't want nothing hit the bed
instead
you know my lah still laying spread

***Chorus*** (x2)
Noreaga: Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it

Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit

Noreaga: gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed

yo (whut, whut) its like type crazy, crazy growing up, doin the
same shit I did, doin a lil bid. Three and a half years, shit
felt like a skid nah sayin, you know? I just went and enjoyed
my motherf**king self, throw my guns in the air

(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..

(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 f**k 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
Had to learn how to slapbox, instead of a gat
I never knew rap, all I knew was crack
Yo there's rules to this game, and people to blame
When you see another little brother doing the same
As you used to
Growing up like you
Palyin skully, with his heat out, cellular phone
Getting little drug money, but got the world sewn
I recall, cause he gonna die
Yo, I cry
It's hard to, get tarred up with God jewel, part two
Smily got shot up to (Rest in peace)
Aiyyo, you realize that you miss a nigga (miss him)
When you realize (realize) that you never gonna see him again

Chorus

(Verse Three)

Aiyyo, its totally, up to the team, to me
So don't, make a move if you don't ask me
I'm, casually known, halfly blown
In Miami, cause now Uncle Wise came home
Jello, copped me a Role', copped them one, too
You keep it real with a person, keep it real with you
Use confidence, Thugged Out aimed for dominance
Nostradam' in this, he slits wrists just like ?Glomerus?
??, Grenad', iced out for Tito
Puerto Rico, we live life now cause we know
The other side of the fence stay friendly
Its just war in there, done, there ain't no Henny
I can't live that, deja vu, I did that
I gained stats, rumblin cats over Kit Kats
Now I spit raps, park my Benz where the chicks at
And just live with a big stack

Chorus (without Noreaga) *3X - third time ½ acappella*

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

[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

If You Latino Right Now Stand The **** Up!!!

SBK...(SBK)
Alive...(Alive We Comin' Up!)
With Nina Sky...(Nina Sky Wassup Girls?)
N.O.R.E & Tego...(N.O.R.E. , Tego)
Gem Star...(Gem Star) Big Nato..(Ah Big Nato)
C'mon,..C'mon

Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...Whoa
What U Say?

Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) cubano (HA!) mexicano(HA!)
Oye Mi Canto

You See This Is What Whey Want,
They Want Reggaeton,
WHAT? WHAT?
They Want Reggaeton,

Esta Lo Que Quieren,
Toma Reggaeton,
QUE? QUE?
Toma Reggaeton,

You See, I'm N.O.R.E. Keep My Story,
My Story I Always Kick It QUE?
When I Bone Shorty I Slap Culo And Listen QUE?

Soy El Gem Estrella Cuando Canto Lo Que Dicen, (WHAT?)
Una Nalga En El Culo Ella Grita, (WHAT?)

See Her Booty Gotta Rep For It's Own,
I Be For Auto San Juan, Biamon,

Sol En Campo Santiago, Tabacco Y Rome,
Aya En Puerto-Rico Con Bacardi Y Rome
Ahh This All That
Creme Cheese & Baggel On It
Toma Reggaeton,
Remix Wit' Tego On It
Este Un ???
Con N.O.R.E. On It
Un Reggaeton Con Gem Star Y Big Nato On It

Chorus:
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...Whoa
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Columbiano (HA!)
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) cubano(HA!) mexicano(HA!)
Oye Mi Canto

whos dis ?daddy yankeee
cojan el clinaje para k sienta el encaje

todos en la pista muevanse un poco salvaje

(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)

I'm, 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

(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)

{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 ain't no fun now
And where I go, you niggas can't even come now
You hate the law, nigga break it, I don't care
And when ya get caught, remember that I don't care
N.O.R.E., blow you off 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

CHORUS

{Verse 2}
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?

CHORUS

{Neptunes}
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 3}
Yo, lemme, do it again, do it to win
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 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 y'all just recoupin' it
Doin' it up, tell me whatcha wanna do wit' it
Capone's 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 one of the best, what?

CHORUS

Repeat {Neptunes}

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

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

Uh huh hey I remember when
I back in the days
When I ain't hot shit
now that I got shit
Niggas wanna keep up shit
But it's all good
watch me do this shit
Yo yo yo yo ay yo
from my town to
Chitown R Kelly got some
thugs to make you lock down
Voice cry hot sounds
tied down cop twisters
Shop lifters with Benini schemes
Smoke greenie green
candyman up in cabrini green
Some cats I know like to
splurge on they wrists
But my man karate man cut
the nerves out his fist
But yo throw your hands up y'all
it's just love in here
It ain't shit but a thug affair
I'm at the bar
spendin thug money
Cop so much huh
they say I love money
carats like bugs bunny
So lets slide you
got the right thong
Dju don't know
I'm all night long
The DJ playing
all the right songs
To the BM REM's are Muy bien
It's R Kelly killer
Cam Baby girl
can you dig now
Next time we see him yo
we laying Mr Biggs down
To all my players and my thugs
To all my honeys in the club
To all the hoods
that show me love
We ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
To all my ballers lockin ice
getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights
we ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
Yo I used to be in Chitown
and collect panties
When I make cabrini
green you know I hit Sammy's
Thugged out yo
all my people givin eye jammies
Now them shorties say I'm cute
when they can't stand me
R Kelly yo
I'm right from the belly
you know the soul
Everything that we spit on
is platinum gold
But now it's for the love
for all the players and the thugs
Yo it's a party goin on
meet me right at the club
We got some chickens
in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving
till six in the morning
Thugged out my people
gettin head while we on and
Tear the club up
every time we performin
Gun up in your waist
please don't shoot up the place
Because this shorty right here
lookin good in my face
Ay yo it's so deep
I told shorty just last week
Uh huh it's like
you remind me of my jeep
To all my players and my thugs
To all my honeys in the club
To all the hoods
that show me love
We ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
To all my ballers lockin ice
getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights
we ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
Only ballers be allowed up in here
Money makers got my thug niggas
watchin my rear for player
haters Eighteen and
I'm livin a dream go figure
How a nigga that's younger
than you ice bigger
Don't sweat that
stick to rap nigga try that
Call my nigga R Kell if you
need a hit black
And when you get it
make it known baby who did it
It'll make your fans hit
the stores and go get it
Now here come a bitter
sweet note for the fellas
Left out the club with
her friend now she jealous
Mad cuz she can't ride in the LS
Yeah she kinda mad
but a baller could care less
While you sleep
sleep sleep I'm inna
Benz going beep beep beep
Got your girl sayin' Yo who he
So let's ride
to Rockland's party uh huh
Check Ghetto pro federal
Jay Z shake the dice let em go
Bet a load I tear down every show
Better know cheddar
crowed like the front babe row
Says R Jay y'all
all I need is four bars
I'm hotter than a lotta men
Switch up cars like
Rodman's hair color
then hit your broad
I'm borderline too much
for the mortal mind
Every time you ought to rewind
find there's more to find
Now pop that cork
then pour the wine
Represent New York
to Chitown like what
Floss mine like of
course my what
Never cross my family
can we all get along
Hell no I'm tryin to tell y'all
who dat is that rule that biz
Not your baby daddy
but Jay Z true that is
Better school that
kid on who's shoes that is
Or who I be nigga V I P Jigga
To all my players and my thugs
To all my honeys in the club
To all the hoods
that show me love
We ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
To all my ballers lockin ice
getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights
we ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
Let's get together
and make this make this loot
Trackmasters Rockland
Make this loot
Untertainment
Come on players
Thugged out
Come on players
And we out like that
Rock a fella ya'll