Capone-N-Noreaga

Capone-N-Noreaga - T.o.n.y. lyrics

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Intro: 

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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