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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 R. Kelly - R. (1998)
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 |
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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 Noreaga - N.o.r.e (1998)
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 |
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from Noreaga - N.o.r.e (1998)
(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* |
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from Noreaga - N.o.r.e (1998)
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 |
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from Noreaga - N.o.r.e (1998)
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 |
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from Noreaga - N.o.r.e (1998)
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 |
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from Noreaga - N.o.r.e (1998)
(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) |
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from Noreaga - N.o.r.e (1998)
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 |
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from Noreaga - N.o.r.e (1998)
(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 |
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from Noreaga - N.o.r.e (1998)
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 |
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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 Raza Unida (2000)
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 |
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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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