Neva Die Alone – Capone & Noreaga – letras

[Tragedy Khadafi, through voice processor]Huhuhahhahahha…. oh shit! Haha…The invincible – CNNThe unstoppable – CNNLebanon, Bosnia, Kuwait, Iraq, Syria – yo, yo, yo[Noreaga]Yo icepick, Arabic, Saudi ArabiaMy clique roll thick, rip shit, like WrestleManiaSaddam Hussein – president of what I claimStill the same name, tied to this shit like I’m to blameThen maintain, gettin’ this CREAM with bloodstain2-5-to ’cause the crew stuck in the gameA quarterly, you vs. me, and try to slaughter meThe door was locked – top lock stuck, bad luckCome out the elevator – k-tone, like « Nigga what? »Arab Nazi – play the low, [???]What up though – 151, we smoke ‘droBrown bags – tons of hash get smokedYo that real shit – pro’ly make you bleed down your throatThen choke – coughin’ up the murder I wroteI smoke spanky – hit it hard, mega hardThen burn it down under the ground around guardI rented – bitch on my dick then I presentedDiploma – keep her wide open in TONY roma’Back shots – Holiday Inn about to bone herAnd cold own her – drop her off inside CoronaWith pistolo – call me tomorrow on the ‘RolaThe Ayatollah – strike back you’re just a soldier[Capone]For them thug niggas holding their gats and never scaredI’m prepared – every day get bent on beersPlay the corner close – quick to jump on the toastDead shot – take your knot, dun and get ghostWhile you talk fronting – walk fronting like a villainSoft something – so hot what a feelingMo’ with the ice chillin’Roll dice make a killin’Wanna see twice a millionNo love for a got civilianMix-a-lot in the spot yellin’For a second, freeze dealin’Back to businessPump ’til the pack finishedStack spinachMad bent, crash rentersFull enough to whip somethin’A-alike twist somethin’Henny got my shit sunkenStay drunkenWit’ a bop, holdin’ your cock(yeah!)Pushin’ weed drop(hahaha!)Yeah the game don’t stop(don’t stop nigga)Let the beat dropBring it back to the topJust for them thug niggas, chicks and hard rocksStreet to cell blockRock to ComstockMovin’ like a flock of Arabs in war-lock[Tragedy Khadafi]Makin’ on blocks a four-carat stoneInfrared chromeIn Kuwait I await skull and crossboneIn my own zone, Motorola flip-phoneThe infrared on the Giorgio Armani specsBlowin’ tecs at the opposite sexFor the six-figure check, my slug injectsWhen the god lay to restMy seed is nextI was blessed with a thug’s caressAnd a dime’s finesseTitanium chest and bubble vest(Yeah… titanium chest and bubble vest…)My pop’s dead now it’s too late to warn me, inform meD’s wanna plant ki’s on meEternally I wanna sleepWithout the venom of a snake nigga tryin’ to creepStakes is high and a thug’s blood runs deepThe Jakes wanna see me layin’ under six feetOr so it seems, now my team work against meThey can’t stop my money move – it’s too intenselyKhadafi, I plant bombs where the Feds beI’m like Moses in the middle of the Red SeaWith infrared and a case full of hundred GLeadin’ my thugs to the land of [?Kiami?]With no cops, pure coke growing on the treeArab NaziTommy Hill and Nikes onGuerrilla rap song