(::verse one:::)
(::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 faget
Turn around to shshshsh, to shoot fagets
I been a star
Since Pat Benetar
CNN, Lox the type of shit 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 Niggas, piss spittin' on hoes
Thinkin' they too good for hood Niggas
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 two:::)
(::Noreaga::)
Yo, yo
I got guns, guns
Mad fuckin' guns, ha
I had them hundreds when you had them little ones, ha
But fuck that, live Niggas, Iraq
And you can catch me with a Teletubbie
Holdin' my gat
Yo, I'm a soldier, what
You a soldier, Nigga infect
A wow, Niggas from suddenly just settin' a trap
I murder you, the Niggas 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 bitch
Now I piss on a ho
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You better tell you heard 'em on this trackmas-shit
(::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 Niggas flowin' for real
(::Jadakiss::)
Star in the hood
When Niggas go to war we good
We just thugged out hustlers
It's on the hood
We the deepest Niggas out
(::Noreaga::)
The streetest Niggas out
(::Jadakiss::)
L.O.X and CNN
And leave you bleedin' from your mouth
(::verse three:::)
(::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 bitch,
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::)
Cocksucker
(::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 shit
(::Jadakiss::)
And Niggas 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 And Jadakiss::)
We try to bury a jeep
(::chorus:::)
(::Outro:::)
(::Noreaga::)
What
What
What, what, what
What
What
What, what, what
