[Tragedy Khadafi, through voice processor]
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Huhuhahhahahha.... oh shit! Haha...
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The invincible - CNN
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The unstoppable - CNN
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Lebanon, Bosnia, Kuwait, Iraq, Syria - yo, yo, yo
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[Noreaga]
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Yo icepick, Arabic, Saudi Arabia
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My clique roll thick, rip shit, like WrestleMania
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Saddam Hussein - president of what I claim
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Still the same name, tied to this shit like I'm to blame
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Then maintain, gettin' this CREAM with bloodstain
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2-5-to 'cause the crew stuck in the game
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A quarterly, you vs. me, and try to slaughter me
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The door was locked - top lock stuck, bad luck
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Come out the elevator - k-tone, like "Nigga what?"
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Arab Nazi - play the low, [???]
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What up though - 151, we smoke 'dro
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Brown bags - tons of hash get smoked
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Yo that real shit - pro'ly make you bleed down your throat
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Then choke - coughin' up the murder I wrote
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I smoke spanky - hit it hard, mega hard
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Then burn it down under the ground around guard
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I rented - bitch on my dick then I presented
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Diploma - keep her wide open in TONY roma'
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Back shots - Holiday Inn about to bone her
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And cold own her - drop her off inside Corona
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With pistolo - call me tomorrow on the 'Rola
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The Ayatollah - strike back you're just a soldier
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[Capone]
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For them thug niggas holding their gats and never scared
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I'm prepared - every day get bent on beers
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Play the corner close - quick to jump on the toast
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Dead shot - take your knot, dun and get ghost
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While you talk fronting - walk fronting like a villain
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Soft something - so hot what a feeling
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Mo' with the ice chillin'
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Roll dice make a killin'
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Wanna see twice a million
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No love for a got civilian
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Mix-a-lot in the spot yellin'
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For a second, freeze dealin'
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Back to business
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Pump 'til the pack finished
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Stack spinach
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Mad bent, crash renters
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Full enough to whip somethin'
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A-alike twist somethin'
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Henny got my shit sunken
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Stay drunken
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Wit' a bop, holdin' your cock(yeah!)
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Pushin' weed drop(hahaha!)
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Yeah the game don't stop(don't stop nigga)
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Let the beat drop
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Bring it back to the top
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Just for them thug niggas, chicks and hard rocks
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Street to cell block
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Rock to Comstock
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Movin' like a flock of Arabs in war-lock
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[Tragedy Khadafi]
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Makin' on blocks a four-carat stone
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Infrared chrome
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In Kuwait I await skull and crossbone
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In my own zone, Motorola flip-phone
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The infrared on the Giorgio Armani specs
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Blowin' tecs at the opposite sex
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For the six-figure check, my slug injects
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When the god lay to rest
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My seed is next
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I was blessed with a thug's caress
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And a dime's finesse
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Titanium chest and bubble vest
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(Yeah... titanium chest and bubble vest...)
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My pop's dead now it's too late to warn me, inform me
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D's wanna plant ki's on me
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Eternally I wanna sleep
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Without the venom of a snake nigga tryin' to creep
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Stakes is high and a thug's blood runs deep
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The Jakes wanna see me layin' under six feet
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Or so it seems, now my team work against me
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They can't stop my money move - it's too intensely
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Khadafi, I plant bombs where the Feds be
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I'm like Moses in the middle of the Red Sea
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With infrared and a case full of hundred G
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Leadin' my thugs to the land of [?Kiami?]
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With no cops, pure coke growing on the tree
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Arab Nazi
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Tommy Hill and Nikes on
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Guerrilla rap song
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Yeah- CNN guerrilla rap song
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Neva Die Alone
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Capone -N- Noreaga |