Noreaga

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