It's a Queens thing (uhh  uhh)
 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
 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 Ceasar, 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 gravesite
 The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin
 Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen
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 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 Ac-u-ra, 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
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 Yo niggaz broad daylight, woke up, early in mornin
 Gettin even breaths, my team'll grab heat
 Bust the fonta leaf, then roll up, some Sweets
 they was on since yesterday night, Dunn got bucked
 in his windpipe, we'll go to war until you pre-write
 Pick tight, can stick to guns in a gunfight
 Yo lots of diamonds, the new millenium was promised
 Black comments, we tryin to squash that big
 But niggaz get hard-headed, filled wit leaded
 Fuck around and get deaded, now for 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, stickheads, 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 Iraq dick
 The General hoe, create my own chrome like y'all vote
 Blast it too, and plus it take two, now know
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