Neva Die Alone (feat. Tragedy Khadafi)

Huhuhahhahahha, oh shit, haha The invincible, CNN The unstoppable, CNN Lebanon, Bosnia, Kuwait, Iraq, Syria, yo, yo, yo Yo icepick, Arabic, Saudi Arabia My clique roll thick, rip shit, like WrestleMania Saddam Hussein, president of what I claim Still the same name, tied to this shit like I'm to blame Then maintain, gettin' this Cream with bloodstain 2-5-to 'cuz the crew stuck in the game A quarterly, you vs. me, and try to slaughter me The door was locked, top lock stuck, bad luck Come out the elevator, K-tone, like, "Nigga what?" Arab Nazi, play the low, What up though, 151, we smoke 'dro Brown bags, tons of hash get smoked Yo, that real shit, pro'ly make you bleed down your throat Then choke, coughin' up the murder I wrote I smoke spanky, hit it hard, mega hard Then burn it down under the ground around guard I rented, bitch on my dick then I presented Diploma, keep her wide open in TONY roma' Back shots, Holiday Inn about to bone her And cold own her, drop her off inside na With pistolo, call me tomorrow on the 'Rola The Ayatollah, strike back you're just a soldier For them thug niggas holding their gats and never scared I'm prepared, every day get bent on beers Play the corner close, quick to jump on the toast Dead shot, take your knot, dun and get ghost While you talk fronting, walk fronting like a villain Soft something, so hot what a feeling Mo' with the ice chillin', roll dice make a killin' Wanna see twice a million, no love for a got civilian Mix-a-lot in the spot yellin', for a second, freeze dealin' Back to business, pump 'til the pack finished Stack spinach, mad bent, crash renters Full enough to whip somethin', a-alike twist somethin' Henny got my shit sunken, stay drunken Wit' a bop, holdin' your cock (Yeah) Pushin' weed drop (Hahaha) Yeah, the game don't stop (Don't stop nigga) Let the beat drop, bring it back to the top Just for them thug niggas, chicks and hard rocks Street to cell block, rock to Comstock Movin' like a flock of Arabs in war-lock Makin' on blocks a four-carat stone, infrared chrome In Kuwait I await skull and crossbone In my own zone, Motorola flip-phone The infrared on the Giorgio Armani specs Blowin' tecs at the opposite sex For the six-figure check, my slug injects When the god lay to rest, my seed is next I was blessed with a thug's caress and a dime's finesse Titanium chest and bubble vest (Yeah, titanium chest and bubble vest) My pop's dead, now it's too late to warn me, inform me D's wanna plant ki's on me, eternally I wanna sleep Without the venom of a snake nigga tryin' to creep Stakes is high and a thug's blood runs deep The Jakes wanna see me layin' under six feet Or so it seems, now my team work against me They can't stop my money move, it's too intensely Khadafi, I plant bombs where the Feds be I'm like Moses in the middle of the Red Sea With infrared and a case full of hundred G Leadin' my thugs to the land of With no cops, pure coke growing on the tree Arab Nazi, Tommy Hill and Nikes on Guerrilla rap song Yeah, CNN guerrilla rap song