[Noreaga]
 Tony Touch  Iraq  Iraq  50 MC's...
 A little bit a thugs is all it takes
 to make this industry just brake *repeat*
 What  what  what poison arrows
 Swords and lords  yo  but really
 My Mac milly  spray niggaz  lay niggaz
 Yo the Cognac  make you feel unbeatable
 Yo  especially  when that ass drunk too much
 I call up Tony Touch  Tony Touch bring the next dutch
 Yo I'm all fucked up  bent and can't think
 While you both stink, don't even care that you sink
 Yo impulsive, exclusive, high explosive
 Can't even get with, shit I dealt wit
 I'm on some other shit, my main script describe the foulness
 Panama Canalness, what, yo, I, don't even talk so I'm far from the loudest
 Kid, nigga, can't touch this, rush this, yo what
 [talking: yo, switch the beat, now, bless it]
 What, I'm bout to fuck shit up, what
 Fuck it up *repeat 3*
 FUCK IT UP FUCK IT UP FUCK IT UP, what what!?!
 We on the lines like the internet
 Many will come but few was chosen
 Against my set, there ain't a nigga yet
 Smoke so much niggaz say I need Nicorette
 You say bogie, but you used to say cigarette
 Now I know, a new religion, a new beginning
 I own women, three-fourths rock and linen
 This Middle East shit, father beat shit
 Release this, the only place in the world, that pull out cracks pieces
 We rock camels, split that ass in text
 Yo we bag bitches after we fuck em and say thanks
 Yo thanks for havin me, next week your straight grabbin me
 Swearin they homeless, sayin that the havin me
 I don't, wanna crawl at all
 You wanna be a thug, you used to play ball
 Runs the play for Seton Hall
 Now, outta the blue, you got thug in you too
 Yo I knew you, your size shoe was ?due in voodu?
 Always, smell like shit, used to call you doo-doo
 Never came oustide, in the crib you hide
 Scared to death
 While we played manhunt, to our last breath
 I never chose this life, it chose me
 What, LFC, heavy amount with jewelry
 Crime Syndicate, nigga livin this
 Never mention miss ?
 Smoke rain bodies, you had to saw before, before
 Yo, you on my dick, I had the lime green on
 With the string on, with fatigue on
 Fresh Avirex's, cockpit, now from the outlet
 Jose Luis Emperor, two shots I blow ta Dillinger
 No real Kings like John Dillinger, the politic
 What, I'm on some ides in the militant
 You either with me or against me
 That in between shit make the money stop too intensely
 So what the deal is, the generals what the deal is
 What the deal is, the devilish thought you can't kill this
 [Tony Touch: Till Capone comes home]
 What niggaz, Iraq...realize that