[Noreaga]

New kid, War Report, dunn blew out the court

He claim righteous, the God was jeweled down wit ices

My man locked up, in the beast, hit me on the Jag

(Aiyo son, I need loot in this piece)

I got you, already blessed up, caught hard Tommy Hill

Guess appeal, accept collect call, and keep it real

But I was locked for three, son you didn't know me

Your bitch had you sue, told you, don't send me no loot

But I survive in 'Green, shorty sent me cream, Adine

Moms like, the niggas ain't real in your team

Bring the court rap, my first weak, beef wit the staff

Son, where was you at?, called you on the jack

Heard you moved from Iraq to Iran and cold ran

Ran on me, but you supposed to be my family

Tables turned, I'm in Zoo York, you up north

I'm in the cockpit, coppin Averate shit

You in the P now, straight foul wit crocodile

Pretty boy, my little man you like a little boy

Taught you the crime life, you blame me, you weakling

Yucked up, commissary low, now you thinkin

While you locked, I got the block lock wit padlock

Jealousy and envy, towards me

Word got back to me, you got somethin for me

Musolini, yo come and see me



[several samples from The Jones Girls