Текст (слова) песни: Capone-N-Noreaga f Tragedy aka Khadafi - The War Report

Intro:
(I`m feelin` this here) Yeah son feel it man word up son. You gotta just do
it yo. (C.N.N.) Yo word up it`s a different channel son word up on watch
the channel son different plain now man. (It`s all good) Word up baby all
good in every hood. (Queensbridge) Word up you hood nawsayin`? (Iraq) Left
rack and all adat yo my hood word up gotta rep together son word up for
life son. (check) Word up son let them know though son I feel you man let
`em know son.

Capone:
It takes nothin` but a hot slug to fill a villian
Crook I`m about to make a killin`
So weed to escalate the feelin`
I regulate the dealin` jealous niggas hate the feelin`
I stack my safe appealin` jake on my trace I`m peelin`
And what a Mecca had whole fuckin` nation kneelin`
Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin` fuck
My drug passion got a nigga stashin` fast what
One love to hill billys run forever out to Chile`
Playin` the cuts nigga what can`t stop the willy
Cops harassin` niggas blastin` while the day` passin`
Time for action cock the mac what a satisfaction
Shoot laughin` slug caught up in the chest gaspin`
Nigga blanked out chopped before he start rappin`
Hook:
Khadafi:
Microchips in the celly the game don`t stop (don`t stop)
Tappin` in your bank funds with the labtop (labtop)
Wanna own a block before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab natiz puttin` hits on the cops (x2)

Noreaga talking:
Word up son fucked up son word up Trag. I know you know us both man but it
took the penile for us to click youknowhatI`msayin`? (yeah y`all met up
north) KnowhatI`msayin` we had to meet up north (know what`s real about all
this though that...) What real about it? (we were young we strive we trying
to eat knowhatI`msayin`?) God degree (we got a lot of fake niggas out man)
7-3 and 12 jewels. Niggas ain`t bustin` that heat man. Niggas just frontin`
yo they ain`t bustin` they heat they know who they is. (I`m tellin` my...)
Know who they is. (yo word is born)

Noreaga:
C.N.N. network channel 10 it`s on again
Street niggas that` grown men
Bold face gat in your face stay in your place
Yo crime lace catch more beef then Scarface (x2)
Court case illegal minds too late
Back in `92 (you remember Juice son?)
I buc tose and got live General Emanuel
Cell block cold crop
Go bagged up yeah by cream cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world cold dissed me
? poppie locked for posse call up Khadafi
Collect all from Arab natzi the fowl motney
You were lat in jail gte what what what what
Them new jacks they comin` through
Scared to death of the jail stories that`s true
You cold weak live life on the street
While locked up homoed with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete and your cell shook to sleep
I wild out no doubt till the day I`m out
Me personally what I did three kid you weak
Your station and P.A.C.

Outro:
Son fuck this jail shit so tell `em about the streets son (echo)

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