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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Capone-N-Noreaga
Capone-N-Noreaga
Vocals
Castro
Castro
Vocals
Mendosa
Mendosa
Vocals
Troy Outlaw
Troy Outlaw
Vocals
Musolini
Musolini
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Santiago
Victor Santiago
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Naugty Shorts
Naugty Shorts
Producer
EZ Elpee
EZ Elpee
Producer
Neil Levine
Neil Levine
Executive Producer
Tragedy Khadafi
Tragedy Khadafi
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Yo, word up, I'm 'bout to rep my motherfuckin' hood This is my hood, nigga It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us It's cream on my land, original man My team break border and court order ESP network, TNT explosive expert Your head jerk, backflip, illegal life shit Bad guys and black whips left the scene rowdy Air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly New assembly, new identity, remember me Keep remedy for the poison of my enemy Martin Remy, Jack D to, to allizy Yo, to Motif, Dom P, personal henny Have me hurt many, actions, coke infractions Immanuel and Fidel, our money well Help the crack sell, stack bail, then we map trail Get it all back, smoke the black, hold the gat The streets got me thinkin' 'bout my man's passin' Stashin', the lex with a passion, gotta make it happen The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin' Security be on my back for wrong reason I'm livin', what I'm sayin' on the block all day Before I wasn't sure but now I know it's the way Like, if I get caught I'ma pay illegal life, livin' trife, what can I say Gettin' bent, million dollar dream, Hennessee and Moet While I'm chillin' with my man on the wooden set Front, I strike accurate you get wet Whatever choice you select handle appropriately Baby 9, murder my crime, you a fake Lefrak shine, just wait I need half outta that cake of regulate Taken while you scheme and contemplate Only results in the 360 action But if it come back, then I'm pumpin' double action Blastin', tearin' niggaz physicals in try and contend You gets no days with no wins My clientele excel is like the devil's spell Drove me to the streets young so now I know it well It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us Yo, son, I'm packin' steel, where ya hard hat You pull out you bust that Your gat useless, where ya heart at? It fingers the trigger, change ya name to fake nigga Beef with every nigga, watch ya back Of course you get clapped, you didn't bust gat Splendid nigga, dirty rat For my Iraq attack, bust you with mega gat Once a cool cat, smokin' dagger, put it in my back Why you did it like that, now my skin bubble fat Go to sleep, I wake you up What? What? What? What? In ya crib, tie you up What? What? What? What? Hot oil on ya gut Get bucked, get bucked Iraq element don't give a fuck It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us We on a mission, not a small time thing I'm addicted to the cash like The crack head is a fiend to the crack But I ain't into doin' no drugs, I'm just pushin' hits And stackin' chips like I'm stackin' bricks for a buildin' 'Cause we be buildin' this empire fortress Secured tight like barbed wire for infiltrators Regulators, manipulate Booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait Watch you deflate like air balloon Tryin' to ambush this platoon you run into a monsoon Like stormy weather, your fatigue 'Cause we bust bullets, thinkin' much more clever Eatin' through your gear like acid rain, feeling pain Livin' like a snake in the grass, you won't gain Simple and plain, my team play the game so we can win We want it all so we can breathe like the wind Bustin' 360, cherry red 850 He blitz devilish, get cursed for fuckin' with me Eyebrows thick, resemble (Some Arabian guy) Arabian mind with source to fire arm Caesar, waves bangin', brown wallibies Empty cigars stay smoked in cool cars Queens escobars wear jewels like scars You heavy gold, Slick Rick, changed it Yo, the main vic, plottin' on you since 86 Now it's 96, you lay low, you mad rich Strictly big shit, big play heavy wait While in car, hear a, put it in park Let the dutch spark, now we ride my weed dark Dig deeper, black guns and black reefer My brother's keeper, throwin' the world in a sleeper The grim reeper, so much work he got a beeper The word death, stamped that, it's on your chest Yo, you bullshit, my click thick, kid, we pull shit Grip tight, illegal life, aerolight Thug blood, the same blood, thicker than water Slaughter, play this shit in tape recorder From Iraq to Yugoslavia, Somalia Compadre, diamante, papi World World 3, CNN history By the powers of God that's invested in me Since 93, locked up, I did three Got 85 percent of y'all worshipin' me Back in L.C., hop in cap 33 The War Report Capone-N-Noreaga
Writer(s): Victor Santiago, Lamont Porter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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