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Intro:
Trackmasters nigg*
L.O.X, CNN
Verse 1:
Capone
I been through,
runnin' from cops,
eatin' beef on the corner
Been through cold cells
Thug in the bench,
till that was former
I been put the Mack upon ya
Look f*get
Turn around to shshshsh, to shoot f*gets
I been a star
Since Pat Benetar
CNN, Lox the type of s**t that have you fleein' a rock
I been put the key in a lock
Who got a song, hot a Capone
And Nore got the Benz, first day home
I been beat , pi*s spittin' on hoes
Thinkin' they too good for hood
Been in my zone
Been in chance since Larry Holmes (?)
And in a forthbuilding,
been had 'em rappin' the street
Caught 'em wide over Y.O, first felony
So I ain't bought a M ching ching
What is you tellin' me
Verse 2:
Noreaga
Yo, yo
I got guns, guns
Mad fkin' guns, ha
I had them hundreds when you had them little ones, ha
But fk that, live , Iraq
And you can catch me with a Teletubbie
Holdin' my gat
Yo, I'm a soldier, what
You a soldier, nigg* infect
A wow, from suddenly just settin' a trap
I murder you, the fiend
Just fiend to attack
You shut the tunnel down twice like militant nice
We at the club tonight, Nore yo
Please be nice
I bought the bar out
Crystal, no glass, no ice
I drink it straight from the bottle,
when I spit on a ho
Ayyo, you punked that b*tch
Now I pi*s on a ho
Melvin Flynt, exclusive new s**t
You better tell you heard 'em on this trackmas-s**t
Chorus:
Jadakiss
Yo, yo,
Nore keep the gunners in crack
To get you in style
Noreaga
L.O.X, CNN, Y.O. to Iraq
Jadakiss
Luxury cars, twenty thous,
thugged out the bar
Noreaga
House on the hill
And my flowin' for real
Jadakiss
Star in the hood
When go to war we good
We just thugged out hustlers
It's on the hood
We the deepest out
Noreaga
The streetest out
Jadakiss
L.O.X and CNN
And leave you bleedin' from your mouth
Verse 3:
Jadakiss
I learned at a young age
Not to ride with dummies
I won't die for they man
But I die for money
Styles Paniro
And if the Lox get rich
We gon devide the money
Were we from we stay live
And survivin' hungry
Jadakiss
And don't pass me a blunt
Cause you could pass me a gun
Styles Paniro
And you can have that pretty b*tch,
right after I cum
Jadakiss
And you can front and keep your watch
We go punch your long
Styles Paniro
L.O.X style
Jadakiss
Styles Paniro
Dump and we run
Jadakiss
All our dogs up in the slums
Styles Paniro
Pumpin' they jumps
Jadakiss
Holdin' they pits
Styles Paniro
Lightin' blunts
Loadin' they s**t
Jadakiss
And can't understand,
that we married the street
And we felt like we were cheatin'
We ain't carryin' our heat
Styles Paniro
And we don't like holdin' nothing
But we carry a beat
Hopin' them stay strong
Jadakiss
And they can carry the grieve
You break bread with a thief
Styles Paniro
And then you scarry to sleep
Jadakiss
And we don't try to bury you
Styles Paniro & Jadakiss
We try to bury a jeep
Chorus:
Outro:
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