Capone -n- Noreaga - Neva Die Alone Lyrics
[tragedy khadafi, through voice processor]Huhuhahhahahha.... oh shit! haha...The invincible - cnnThe unstoppable - cnnLebanon, bosnia, kuwait, iraq, syria - yo, yo, yo[noreaga]Yo icepick, arabic, saudi arabiaMy clique roll thick, rip shit, like wrestlemaniaSaddam hussein - president of what I claimStill the same name, tied to this shit like Im to blameThen maintain, gettin this cream with bloodstain2-5-to cause the crew stuck in the gameA quarterly, you vs. me, and try to slaughter meThe door was locked - top lock stuck, bad luckCome out the elevator - k-tone, like nigga what?Arab nazi - play the low, [? ? ? ]What up though - 151, we smoke droBrown bags - tons of hash get smokedYo that real shit - proly make you bleed down your throatThen choke - coughin up the murder I wroteI smoke spanky - hit it hard, mega hardThen burn it down under the ground around guardI rented - ***** on my dick then I presentedDiploma - keep her wide open in tony romaBack shots - holiday inn about to bone herAnd cold own her - drop her off inside coronaWith pistolo - call me tomorrow on the rolaThe ayatollah - strike back youre just a soldier[capone]For them thug niggas holding their gats and never scaredIm prepared - every day get bent on beersPlay the corner close - quick to jump on the toastDead shot - take your knot, dun and get ghostWhile you talk fronting - walk fronting like a villainSoft something - so hot what a feelingMo with the ice chillinRoll dice make a killinWanna see twice a millionNo love for a got civilianMix-a-lot in the spot yellinFor a second, freeze dealinBack to businessPump til the pack finishedStack spinachMad bent, crash rentersFull enough to whip somethinA-alike twist somethinHenny got my shit sunkenStay drunkenWit a bop, holdin your *****(yeah!)Pushin weed drop(hahaha!)Yeah the game dont stop(dont stop nigga)Let the beat dropBring it back to the topJust for them thug niggas, chicks and hard rocksStreet to cell blockRock to comstockMovin like a flock of arabs in war-lock[tragedy khadafi]Makin on blocks a four-carat stoneInfrared chromeIn kuwait I await skull and crossboneIn my own zone, motorola flip-phoneThe infrared on the giorgio armani specsBlowin tecs at the opposite sexFor the six-figure check, my slug injectsWhen the God lay to restMy seed is nextI was blessed with a thugs caressAnd a dimes finesseTitanium chest and bubble vest(yeah... titanium chest and bubble vest...)My pops dead now its too late to warn me, inform meDs wanna plant kis on meEternally I wanna sleepWithout the venom of a snake nigga tryin to creepStakes is high and a thugs blood runs deepThe jakes wanna see me layin under six feetOr so it seems, now my team work against meThey cant stop my money move - its too intenselyKhadafi, I plant bombs where the feds beIm like moses in the middle of the red seaWith infrared and a case full of hundred gLeadin my thugs to the land of [? kiami? ]With no cops, pure coke growing on the treeArab naziTommy hill and nikes onGuerrilla rap songYeah- cnn guerrilla rap song
