Tragedy Khadafi - NORE-Faker lyrics

(incoming ladies voice singing) You don't want it, you don't want it Standing all types of heat You don't need it, you don't need it No longer will you eat You live for the street, this boy fights for life And we gonna show you tonight (Tragedy) Yo Mahdi, M-A-H-D-I Live and Let die whether you Blood or Nieta Arab Necha Two hits in dashiki Camel Clutch like Goldberg move deeply You heard of me foul Mahdi get left leaky Prophecy El Khadafi like Salaci Black gangster, 2-5 rhymes'll fall Bounce back like MJ, off the wall Yo ashes to ashes, dust to dust Triple-O, when you see him in the streets, blood rush Yo platinum gats, scratched of serial numbers Yo we gun runners, playing your hood with green Hummers Shoot-out for two summers, Yo in the winter we lay up Hennesy straight with no chaser Trial with the suede blazer After the first hearing Murder the witness like you blaze her Nectel with the Sprint pager Yo, yo You minor league playing the bench, we all major Yo, Noreaga a.k.a. Nore-faker Beat biter, rhyme style taker Animaniac get clapped with foul gat Send you whole skeleton back to Iraq (background voice) Hahaha, send em back son Send em back son Lebanon, Bosnia All that, y'all remember it (voice fades out)