featuring Smoke from Complexion



(Noreaga)

Word up dun

Aight one time... do it like that one time I'm sayin'

No executes... no executes



Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route

More [chickens] to doubt more money to count

Yo my Swiss account with more cheese amount

It's still piling and still gettin' calls from the island

Still do the things I do when I was wildin'

Tryin' to go from penny loafers to mink sofas

Spend a week with dime [chickens] as freaks

Body so bangin' I call they [tits] Santy

Ask [chicks] scream loud like Sam beats

I wanna be under the seats in our streets

Last year around the time this year

If I would of got locked

Yo I wouldn't even get it but now I got this rap thing

No more hustlin' at age ten my team played to win

Reach under the car seat nobody understandin'

Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle

And once you get muscle nobody trust you

Tryin' to be like Goldy in the Shaft days

These lasts days comin' up

Yo these little [niggas] comin' up

Hear they're gun talk ready to buck

Not thinkin'

Black on black crime yo it's swine you're both stinkin'

Pretty Ake yo Stan to Marley yo it's poppie offically

Arab natzi 2-5-2 we regluate this tune



(Smoke from Complexion)

You say you never leave the thugs alone,

You wanna be wit Nore or Capone

You say you like the way he holds his crone,

But you wouldn't leave him lonely



You said you'd never waited 2-5 shine,

But you wanna be his wife and push his ride

Stand by his side and beat this time,

But shorty you should hold him closely



(Noreaga)

Yo I still remember when we first did it -acapo