Capone & Noreaga Black Gangstas
[Tradegy Khadafi] Niggas scared to pull a hit, but shit, my team will
Know a bitch sniff a pyramid off a dollar bill, she will
97 to the Hill, get ill
Do your thing, I ain't mad at you son,
It's how you feel...
[Noreaga] Yo, blood scene, bloody my vision can't see
Straight off top, me Rell and Mussolini
Was tied up, connect thinking that we wired up,
Once these ropes get cut I'm getting highed up
Slow it down, you moving to fast
Kid it's the hash, you ain't know,
It's illegal life shit, bring bloody cash
So what you do, in due time, come back in view
That's why niggas can't relate to LA, they stick you
Let's laundry mat this, revolutionist abyss,
Keep the world in fits, my clique avoid death lists
Black gangsta, 2-5 I co-perfect this
CNN, iced out piece, Italian necklace
Stef Bauer, you and L, ya'll work the hour
You all dirty, like the clique don't take shower
There's more to get, hit the f..ck up, take they power
100 channels, turn station, operation 140
Earthquake would bring glory
Noreaga, but for short just call me Nore,
Category, point-blank end of the story
[Tradegy Khadafi] Chorus
[Capone] I never sweat d's, I let trees blow
Get bent on benches, hopping the fences
Here they come in long trenches, crack
Chase 'em, lace 'em, let the chef bake 'em,
Jake, taste 'em, take 'em, wonder where we make 'em
Roll dice, and break 'em on the street corner
Betting stacks, holding packs,
Hoping police don't run deep on us
Peep the third floor shade that never rises
For jake, our whole weight, plus gats in greater sizes
Bullet proof down to my Nikes now who the livest
Survivest, open off of eye contact, combat
Twisting your cap, and listen to rap
Position to mack, to blow out your back
Hos across the map, foes eat a dick in fact
I'ma score, flip more raw than Dominique Dawes
[Yeah, flip that, what...]
[Tradegy Khadafi] Chorus 2x
Yo black gangsta, where they at, where they at
Queensbridge and Iraq
