[Noreaga]
Tony Touch, Iraq, Iraq, 50 MC's...
A little bit a thugs is all it takes
To make this industry just brake *repeat*
What, what, what poison arrows
Swords and lords, yo, but really
My Mac-milly, spray n***as, lay n***as
Yo the Cognac, make you feel unbeatable
Yo, especially, when that a** drunk too much
I call up Tony Touch, Tony Touch bring the next dutch
Yo I'm all f**ed up, bent and can't think
While you both stink, don't even care that you sink
Yo impulsive, exclusive, high explosive
Can't even get with, sh** I dealt wit
I'm on some other sh**, my main script describe the foulness
Panama Can*lness, what, yo, I, don't even talk so I'm far from the loudest
Kid, n***a, can't touch this, rush this, yo what
[talking: yo, switch the beat, now, bless it]
What, I'm bout to f** sh** up, what
f** it up *repeat 3*
fu*k IT UP fu*k IT UP fu*k IT UP, what what!?!
We on the lines like the internet
Many will come but few was chosen
Against my set, there ain't a n***a yet
Smoke so much n***as say I need Nicorette
You say bogie, but you used to say cigarette
Now I know, a new religion, a new beginning
I own women, three-fourths rock and linen
This Middle East sh**, father beat sh**
Release this, the only place in the world, that pull out cracks pieces
We rock camels, split that a** in text
Yo we bag b**hes after we f** em and say thanks
Yo thanks for havin me, next week your straight grabbin me
Swearin they homeless, sayin that the havin me
I don't, wanna crawl at all
You wanna be a thug, you used to play ball
Runs the play for Seton Hall
Now, outta the blue, you got thug in you too
Yo I knew you, your size shoe was ?due in voodu?
Always, smell like sh**, used to call you doo-doo
Never came oustide, in the crib you hide
Scared to d**h
While we played manhunt, to our last breath
I never chose this life, it chose me
What, LFC, heavy amount with j**elry
Crime Syndicate, n***a livin this
Never mention miss ?
Smoke rain bodies, you had to saw before, before
Yo, you on my dick, I had the lime green on
With the string on, with fatigue on
Fresh Avirex's, co*kpit, now from the outlet
Jose Luis Emperor, two shots I blow ta Dillinger
No real Kings like John Dillinger, the politic
What, I'm on some ides in the militant
You either with me or against me
That in between sh** make the money stop too intensely
So what the deal is, the generals what the deal is
What the deal is, the devilish thought you can't k** this
[Tony Touch: Till Capone comes home]
What n***as, Iraq...realize that...