|
[Featuring Tradegy Khadafi]
|
[Tragedy Khadafi] A 41 trial to the U.S.A. building in Iraq
|
my crew bust back with cap peeling
|
your crew dealing in a box with no feeling
|
informer type thats what you get for squealing
|
it's the money or the morgue son ready to die
|
black Infiniti yo pack the coke guy
|
the co connect don't trust us he wanna touch us
|
the car rust tell 'em 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 me
|
with the ya-o
|
and the cash is in the stash, drip his tommy jaws
|
check the crack of his ass
|
[Noreaga] Yo, on some homo shhh
|
[Tradegy Khadafi] Naw kid, we on some real shit
|
since we here, we might as well get all of it
|
its sha allah allah who act bar
|
sub-order, CNN, desert men supreme order
|
[Capone] a kassi, three and a quarter, aero nazi
|
me and shorty from the mecca, having a session
|
play the sharp bar, sipping on french connection
|
on the rock, son, hit me on the box
|
time to hit the spot, regulate the whole fucking block
|
[Tradegy Khadafi] grab the gray tape, gag his mouth, leave him
|
for the rats
|
stuck him for the ya-o couldn't get the money back
|
[Capone] So where you at?
|
[Tradegy Khadafi] Meet me uptown, by the polo ground
|
strapped with the vest, plus i got the 4-pound
|
tilt the duece, bring the A K, so yall 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 pappy in Iraq, 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 152, now we figure,
|
looking for that rich dominican with that gold act vigger
|
chico, he got ponico, little do he know
|
we sticking him for all of his dough
|
[Tradegy Khadafi] Chorus 2x: This ain't your oridinary shhh
|
thug shhh, that you used to, Q.U.
|
[Noreaga] we stick you, we supposed to
|
[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, hey manwigo, that got benito
|
son I know the spot, like the back of my hand
|
networked the plan, we sticking him and his man
|
working zip-lock, cop the lock, flee the spot
|
grab the knot, national, 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, dominican's 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 got us looking like we Jesus
|
It's allah, we flee the spot mega far
|
jump up in willy car, and scream "uh hum dude" i laugh
|
25 people lost sleep, the other 25 lost heat
|
snitching, and gave up lois, and said it wasn't worth it
|
the CNN drug circuit, blind fold
|
pass the gray tape, regulate, cowboy rope strapped
|
to the chair, stay there, he just a power ranger
|
insist on me causing danger
|
Noreaga, treat that ass like a stranger
|
Chorus
|
|
|
-----------------
|
stick you
|
capone n noreaga |