Capone-N-Noreaga

Capone-N-Noreaga - Noreaga Tony lyrics

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From Iraq to Kuwait word up, Desert Station, regulation
 CNN, channel 10 once again...wha-wha!
 Chorus: 2x
 T-O-N-Y invade N.Y.
 multiply, kill a cop,
 me and you,
 you got beef, I got beef
 Noriega:
 Yo niggas tried to shit on me and make history, supposedly
 I was the man who was supposed to be
 the head of the click
 lip sealed, no nigga snitch
 do or die, I smoke bogey, sword like shinobi
 shoot up your block and make you know me
 you aint ready yet, slow down and recollect
 stay in the car, I stuff Allah bodyset
 ay yo Allah-u-Akbar, look paw, now I'm set
 air conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec glisten
 on a mission, shoot your back out position
 found missing, 2-5 deep in prison
 kid listen, die on the cross like a Christian
 so fuck you, plus your weak religion
 in disguise, nowdays I cut prize
 the invincible, untouchable CNN
 is boldfaced, written in gold with ink pen
 channel 10, we break ten, win again
 kid you on pluto, homo'd out just like menudo
 far from the sun, cant feel the shit that I do
 I stand in front the Judge about to lie, plus I'm high too
 Chorus 2x
 Capone:
 I did it for the love of cash your honor
 traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke dealin', marijuana
 and my persona, glitters in gold
 unlike them other money getters who stack, turn quitters and fold
 cash and hydro, eyes low
 looking Phillipine, divide dough
 and regulate, empire stare caked up
 raked up a hundred thou, now we all laced up
 what., shining, designer lex pearl lining
 the finer wine and, cuisine sitting mastermindin'
 roundtable climbin to the Top Of New York
 won't stop, until we get dropped from New York
 price of coke rise
 j snatch my enterprise
 a million more, rookie cops thinking they live
 we survive, game tight like virgin nappy
 feds on our back, tracin tracks to murder pappy
 Tragedy:
 2-5 we on a deadline, read the headline
 Noriega blast with nines
 move fakers, get ya back blown in Jamaica
 lay you in the earth and curse you and your maker
 I told you fools to stop fuckin with the Maqi
 arab nazi, blow holes in your Versace
 this war's mega, with the arm legga legga
 been doin this, since Mobb Six with Cormega
 gorilla, animal thugs be trife looking, your hearts tookin'
 and got blown in Central Booking
 I'm mad iller, organized thug killer
 now you little monkey niggas wanna play gorilla
 officially, Mousallini, punk he me
 insanity, temporarily my plea
 and the jakes never worry me as long as I'm free
 to my people holdin packs, nuthin less than a G
 crime side of life, foul price to pay
 illegal life, trigger trife till we old and gray
 when the flesh dry up and the world decay
 reach heaven in a pearly white ACURAy
 but until then, I'ma shine to the last sin
 resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again
 chorus 2x
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