[Intro - conversation with Capone in the background]

[Noreaga]

Yo, yo - you got that shit? Let me see that. (It's right here, yo)

Look - look, son! That's the second time that nigga did that, yo!

Second time! Taste that, yo! (What the fuck is this shit, yo?)

Is this your shit, no? Is it? (No, this shit is weak)

Yo, that's the second time son did that shit, yo

(Word, I don't wanna talk...)

Yo, fuck that yo (word up)

We're gonna go get him right now, yo, us, us, right here, yo

Us, yo, nobody else, we gonna get him, yo

(listen, listen, listen son)

[Tragedy] Listen, listen - Yo, we gotta map this shit out, son

we can't just be runnin' them things...

[Noreaga] Meet us on 160 - the nigga be on 1-5-2,

and we just gonna do it on 160, we gonna get...

[Tragedy] Look, I'm sayin' dun, we gonna keep it real, man

(He ain't gonna do it to us again son! We gonna do it son!)

Look, I'm sayin' - you know I'm with you - you know how we get down

We gonna get the nigga but we gotta map this shit out right

cause people, I... That nigga got mad, fuckin,

you know what I'm sayin' Boricua niggas runnin' with him (word?)

You know what I'm sayin'?

[Noreaga] They ain't gonna expect it,

we gonna move it's raining son,

they ain't gonna expect it right now,

they ain't gonna expect it, son

[Tragedy] I ain't trying to have no 2-5 casualties, man,

that's what I'm sayin', I want us to get in,

and get the fuck out...



[Tragedy Khadafi]

Before the 112[?], to the U.S.A. building in Iraq

My crew bust back, we're cap peeling

Your crew dealing, in a box with no feeling

Informer type, that's what you get for squealing

It's the money or the morgue son, ready to die

Black Infiniti, yo, papi, call Ki

The coke connect - don't trust us, he wanna touch us

So call Russ, tell him, scoop me in the Lexus

It's all good, in the hood, nobody know shhh

Infrared, off the roof, some ol' scope shhh

CNN, desert men, holding the chrome with gorilla grip

Sing Sing, straight convict

Strap the door, C-4, detonating shhh

Blow the spot, don't give a fuck who you go and get

We want the yay-yo

And the cash that's in the stash, strip his Tommy drawers

Yo, check the crack of his ass

(Noreaga) You on some homo shhh?

Nah kid, we on some real shit

Since we here, we might as well get all of it

Inshallah allahu akbar supporter

CNN, desert men supreme order(word)



[Capone]

A kassi[???], three and a quarter, Arab Nazi

Me and shorty from the Mecca, having a session

Play the Shark Bar, sipping on French connection

On the rocks, son, hit me on the box

Time to hit the spot, regulate the whole fucking block



[Tragedy Khadafi]

Grab the gray tape, gag his mouth, leave him for the rats

Stuck him for the yay-yo couldn't get the money back



[Capone]

So where you at?



[Tragedy Khadafi]

Meet me uptown, by the polo ground

Strapped with the vest, plus I got the 4-pound

Tell Caduece(tell who?), bring the A.K.(wha?),

so y'all can hold me down



[Capone]

Aight kiko, I'ma meet you in a hour, keep the free power close

Gotta get dun, and we ghost

Met papi in Iraq(huh?), then winged by the back

Opened up the trunk, and threw in the big gat

Took off, threw the skully mask over the dome

We war prone, desert men tactics all shown

Met on 1-5-2, now we figure,

Looking for that rich Dominican with that gold act vigor

Chico, he got porico[???], little do he know

We sticking him for all of his dough(nigga)



Chorus:

[Tragedy] This ain't your oridinary sh thug sh, that you used to, Q.U.

[Noreaga] We stick you, we supposed to

[Tragedy] Not your ordinary sh thug sh that you used to, Q.U.

[Noreaga] We stick you



[Noreaga]

Yo, for years I been buying my coke from the same cat

Gherri curl nigga, Dominican nigga who look Black

As I think back, transform coke to crack

Yo amigo, him and Rico, they got Borico[???]

Son I know the spot, like the back of my hand

Networked the plan, we sticking him and his man

Working zip-lock, pop the lock, flee the spot

Grab the knot, national(hurry up! hurry up!),

tell Willy come and get me on 160

I got three people with me, with trenches

We uptown waiting on the benches

The cab taking long, Dominicans coming strong

Claiming that it's on, from dusk til dawn

We right across the street, they don't see us

Ay yo, our Cuban disguise, it got us looking like we Jesus

Inshallah, we flee the spot mega far

Jump up in Willy's car, and scream "Alhumdu Allah!"

25 people lost sleep, the other 25 lost heat(snitching)

A gave up Luis, and said it wasn't worth it

The CNN drug circuit, (yo) blind fold

Pass the gray tape, regulate, cowboy rope strapped

To the chair, stay there, he just a power ranger

That snitched on me while in danger

Noreaga, treat that ass like a stranger

Yo - yo yo -



Chorus



Stick you, and him too - you and you

(Bitch ass nigga)

Got you back, got you back

We got you back - from sellin' that fake yak