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featuring Noreaga
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[Noreaga]
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Tony Touch Iraq Iraq 50 MC's...
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A little bit a thugs is all it takes
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to make this industry just brake *repeat*
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What what what poison arrows
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Swords and lords yo but really
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My Mac milly spray niggaz lay niggaz
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Yo the Cognac make you feel unbeatable
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Yo especially when that ass drunk too much
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I call up Tony Touch Tony Touch bring the next dutch
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Yo I'm all fucked up bent and can't think
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While you both stink, don't even care that you sink
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Yo impulsive, exclusive, high explosive
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Can't even get with, shit I dealt wit
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I'm on some other shit, my main script describe the foulness
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Panama Canalness, what, yo, I, don't even talk so I'm far from the loudest
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Kid, nigga, can't touch this, rush this, yo what
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[talking: yo, switch the beat, now, bless it]
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What, I'm bout to fuck shit up, what
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Fuck it up *repeat 3*
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FUCK IT UP FUCK IT UP FUCK IT UP, what what!?!
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We on the lines like the internet
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Many will come but few was chosen
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Against my set, there ain't a nigga yet
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Smoke so much niggaz say I need Nicorette
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You say bogie, but you used to say cigarette
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Now I know, a new religion, a new beginning
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I own women, three-fourths rock and linen
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This Middle East shit, father beat shit
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Release this, the only place in the world, that pull out cracks pieces
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We rock camels, split that ass in text
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Yo we bag bitches after we fuck em and say thanks
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Yo thanks for havin me, next week your straight grabbin me
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Swearin they homeless, sayin that the havin me
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I don't, wanna crawl at all
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You wanna be a thug, you used to play ball
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Runs the play for Seton Hall
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Now, outta the blue, you got thug in you too
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Yo I knew you, your size shoe was ?due in voodu?
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Always, smell like shit, used to call you doo-doo
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Never came oustide, in the crib you hide
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Scared to death
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While we played manhunt, to our last breath
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I never chose this life, it chose me
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What, LFC, heavy amount with jewelry
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Crime Syndicate, nigga livin this
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Never mention miss ?
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Smoke rain bodies, you had to saw before, before
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Yo, you on my dick, I had the lime green on
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With the string on, with fatigue on
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Fresh Avirex's, cockpit, now from the outlet
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Jose Luis Emperor, two shots I blow ta Dillinger
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No real Kings like John Dillinger, the politic
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What, I'm on some ides in the militant
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You either with me or against me
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That in between shit make the money stop too intensely
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So what the deal is, the generals what the deal is
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What the deal is, the devilish thought you can't kill this
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[Tony Touch: Till Capone comes home]
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What niggaz, Iraq...realize that...
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Freestyle
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| Tony Touch |
