[Noreaga] Yo, word up, I'm bout to rep my motherfuckin hood This is my hood, nigga
[Chorus x2] It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin us Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us
[Castro] It's cream on my land, original man My team break border and court order ESP network, TNT explosive expert Your head jerk Backflip, illegal life shit Bad guys and black whips left the scene rowdy Air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly New assembly, new identity, remember me Keep remedy for the poison of my enemy Martin Remy, Jack D to to allizy Yo, to Motif, Dom P, personal henny Have me hurt many Actions, coke infractions Immanuel and Fidel, our money well Help the crack sell, stack bail, then we map trail Get it all back Smoke the black, hold the gat
[Musolini] The streets got me thinkin bout my man's passin Stashin, the lex with a passion, gotta make it happen The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin Security be on my back for wrong reason I'm livin what I'm sayin on the block all day Before I wasn't sure, but now i know it's the way Like, if i get caught i'ma pay Illegal life, livin trife, what can I say Gettin bent, million dollar dream, hennessee and moet While I'm chillin' with my man on the wooden set, Front I strike accurate you get wet Whatever choice you select handle appropriately Baby 9, murder my crime, you a fake Lefrak shine, just wait I need half outta that cake of regulate Taken while you scheme and comtemplate Only results in the 360 action But if it come back, then I'm pumpin double action Blastin, tearin' niggaz physicals in Try and contend, you gets no days with no wins My clientele excel is like the devil's spell Drove me to the streets young So now I know it well
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[Mendosa] Yo, son, I'm packin steel, where ya hard hat You pull out you bust that Your gat useless, where ya heart at It fingers the trigger, change ya name to fake nigga Beef with every nigga, watch ya back Of course you get clapped, you didn't bust gat Splendid nigga, dirty rat For my Iraq attack, Bust you with mega gat Once a cool cat, smokin dagger, put it in my back Why you did it like that, now my skin bubble fat Go to sleep, I wake you up Noreaga: What, What What, What Mendosa: In Ya crib, tie you up Noreaga: What, What What, What Mendosa: Hot oil on ya gut Noreaga: Get bucked, Get bucked Medosa: Iraq element don't give a fuck
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[Troy Outlaw] We on a mission, not a small time thing I'm addicted to the cash like the crack head is a fiend to the crack But I ain't into doin no drugs, I'm just pushin hits And stackin' chips like I'm stackin' bricks For a buildin' Cause we be buildin' this empire fortress Secured tight like barbed wire for infiltrators Regulators, manipulate Booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait Watch you deflate like air baloon Tryin' to ambush this platoon you run into a monsoon Like stormy weather, your fatigue ??? Cause we bust bullets, Thinkin' much more clever Eatin' through your gear like acid rain, feeling pain Livin' like a snake in the grass, you won't gain Simple and plain, my team play the game so we can win We want it all so we can breathe like the wind
[Noreaga] Bustin 360, cherry red 850 He blitz devilish, get cursed for fuckin' with me Eyebrows thick, resemble (some arabian guy) Arabian mind with source to fire arm Caesar, waves bangin, brown wallibies Empty cigars stay smoked in cool cars Queens escobars wear jewels like scars You heavy gold, Slick Rick, changed it Yo, the main vic, plottin on you since 86 Now its 96, you lay low, you mad rich Strictly big shit, big play heavy wait While in car, hear a verse, put it in park Let the dutch spark, now we ride my weed dark Dig deeper, black guns and black reefer My brother's keeper, Throwin the world in a sleeper The grim reeper, so much work he got a beeper The word death, stamped that, it's on your chest Yo, you bullshit, my click thick, kid, we pull shit Grip tight, illegal life, aerolight Thug blood, the same blood, thicker than water Slaughter, play this shit in tape recorder From Iraq to Yugoslavia, Samalia Compadre, diamante, papi World World 3, CNN history By the powers of God that's invested in me Since 93, locked up, I did three Got 85 percent of y'all worshipin me Back in L.C., hop in cap 33Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
