(feat. Tragedy Khadafi)



[Tragedy Khadafi, through voice processor] 

Huhuhahhahahha.... oh shit! Haha... 

The invincible - CNN 

The unstoppable - CNN 

Lebanon, Bosnia, Kuwait, Iraq, Syria - yo, yo, yo 



[Noreaga] 

Yo icepick, Arabic, Saudi Arabia 

My clique roll thick, rip shit, like WrestleMania 

Saddam Hussein - president of what I claim 

Still the same name, tied to this shit like I'm to blame 

Then maintain, gettin' this CREAM with bloodstain 

2-5-to 'cause the crew stuck in the game 

A quarterly, you vs. me, and try to slaughter me 

The door was locked - top lock stuck, bad luck 

Come out the elevator - k-tone, like "Nigga what?" 

Arab Nazi - play the low, (???)

What up though - 151, we smoke 'dro 

Brown bags - tons of hash get smoked 

Yo that real shit - pro'ly make you bleed down your throat 

Then choke - coughin' up the murder I wrote 

I smoke spanky - hit it hard, mega hard 

Then burn it down under the ground around guard 

I rented - bitch on my dick then I presented 

Diploma - keep her wide open in TONY roma' 

Back shots - Holiday Inn about to bone her 

And cold own her - drop her off inside Corona 

With pistolo - call me tomorrow on the 'Rola 

The Ayatollah - strike back you're just a soldier 



[Capone] 

For them thug niggas holding their gats and never scared 

I'm prepared - every day get bent on beers 

Play the corner close - quick to jump on the toast 

Dead shot - take your knot, dun and get ghost 

While you talk fronting - walk fronting like a villain 

Soft something - so hot what a feeling 

Mo' with the ice chillin' 

Roll dice make a killin' 

Wanna see twice a million 

No love for a got civilian 

Mix-a-lot in the spot yellin' 

For a second, freeze dealin' 

Back to business 

Pump 'til the pack finished 

Stack spinach 

Mad bent, crash renters 

Full enough to whip somethin' 

A-alike twist somethin' 

Henny got my shit sunken 

Stay drunken 

Wit' a bop, holdin' your cock(yeah!) 

Pushin' weed drop(hahaha!) 

Yeah the game don't stop(don't stop nigga) 

Let the beat drop 

Bring it back to the top 

Just for them thug niggas, chicks and hard rocks 

Street to cell block 

Rock to Comstock 

Movin' like a flock of Arabs in war-lock 



[Tragedy Khadafi] 

Makin' on blocks a four-carat stone 

Infrared chrome 

In Kuwait I await skull and crossbone 

In my own zone, Motorola flip-phone 

The infrared on the Giorgio Armani specs 

Blowin' tecs at the opposite sex 

For the six-figure check, my slug injects 

When the god lay to rest 

My seed is next 

I was blessed with a thug's caress 

And a dime's finesse 

Titanium chest and bubble vest 

(Yeah... titanium chest and bubble vest...) 

My pop's dead now it's too late to warn me, inform me 

D's wanna plant ki's on me 

Eternally I wanna sleep 

Without the venom of a snake nigga tryin' to creep 

Stakes is high and a thug's blood runs deep 

The Jakes wanna see me layin' under six feet 

Or so it seems, now my team work against me 

They can't stop my money move - it's too intensely 

Khadafi, I plant bombs where the Feds be 

I'm like Moses in the middle of the Red Sea 

With infrared and a case full of hundred G 

Leadin' my thugs to the land of [?Kiami?] 

With no cops, pure coke growing on the tree 

Arab Nazi 

Tommy Hill and Nikes on 

Guerrilla rap song 

Yeah- CNN guerrilla rap song