Lyric Neva Die Alone

[Tragedy Khadafi, through voice processor]
Huhuhahhahahha.... oh shit! Haha...
The invincible - CNN
The unstoppable - CNN
Lebanon, Bosnia, Kuwait, Iraq, Syria - yo, yo, yo

[Noreaga]
Yo icepick, Arabic, Saudi Arabia
My clique roll thick, rip shit, like WrestleMania
Saddam Hussein - president of what I claim
Still the same name, tied to this shit like I m to blame
Then maintain, gettin this CREAM with bloodstain
2-5-to cause the crew stuck in the game
A quarterly, you vs. me, and try to slaughter me
The door was locked - top lock stuck, bad luck
Come out the elevator - k-tone, like "Nigga what?"
Arab Nazi - play the low, [???]
What up though - 151, we smoke dro
Brown bags - tons of hash get smoked
Yo that real shit - pro ly make you bleed down your throat
Then choke - coughin up the murder I wrote
I smoke spanky - hit it hard, mega hard
Then burn it down under the ground around guard
I rented - bitch on my dick then I presented
Diploma - keep her wide open in TONY roma
Back shots - Holiday Inn about to bone her
And cold own her - drop her off inside Corona
With pistolo - call me tomorrow on the Rola
The Ayatollah - strike back you re just a soldier

[Capone]
For them thug niggas holding their gats and never scared
I m prepared - every day get bent on beers
Play the corner close - quick to jump on the toast
Dead shot - take your knot, dun and get ghost
While you talk fronting - walk fronting like a villain
Soft something - so hot what a feeling
Mo with the ice chillin
Roll dice make a killin
Wanna see twice a million
No love for a got civilian
Mix-a-lot in the spot yellin
For a second, freeze dealin
Back to business
Pump til the pack finished
Stack spinach
Mad bent, crash renters
Full enough to whip somethin
A-alike twist somethin
Henny got my shit sunken
Stay drunken
Wit a bop, holdin your cock(yeah!)
Pushin weed drop(hahaha!)
Yeah the game don t stop(don t stop nigga)
Let the beat drop
Bring it back to the top
Just for them thug niggas, chicks and hard rocks
Street to cell block
Rock to Comstock
Movin like a flock of Arabs in war-lock

[Tragedy Khadafi]
Makin on blocks a four-carat stone
Infrared chrome
In Kuwait I await skull and crossbone
In my own zone, Motorola flip-phone
The infrared on the Giorgio Armani specs
Blowin tecs at the opposite sex
For the six-figure check, my slug injects
When the god lay to rest
My seed is next
I was blessed with a thug s caress
And a dime s finesse
Titanium chest and bubble vest
(Yeah... titanium chest and bubble vest...)
My pop s dead now it s too late to warn me, inform me
D s wanna plant ki s on me
Eternally I wanna sleep
Without the venom of a snake nigga tryin to creep
Stakes is high and a thug s blood runs deep
The Jakes wanna see me layin under six feet
Or so it seems, now my team work against me
They can t stop my money move - it s too intensely
Khadafi, I plant bombs where the Feds be
I m like Moses in the middle of the Red Sea
With infrared and a case full of hundred G
Leadin my thugs to the land of [?Kiami?]
With no cops, pure coke growing on the tree
Arab Nazi
Tommy Hill and Nikes on
Guerrilla rap song
Yeah- CNN guerrilla rap song