[Noreaga]
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[howling] CNN (CNN!) CNN
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The reunion man.. we back again man.. are y'all ready man?
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Hahahahahaha, yo, yo
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My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home
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it's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone
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We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks
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Based on a true story, it's Nore'
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And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love me
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It feel good to have love in the hood
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And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is good
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Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits
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Smoke more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
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gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds
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My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and dead
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and leave em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red
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N.O., erase niggaz no pro-blemo
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Keep a razor in my mouth - spit it out
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And I never had to move nothin, I shit it out
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And I still got it but I had to Thug It Out
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[Chorus x2: CNN]
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Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
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I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day
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The real people do real things
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So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH?
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[Nore] Peace God
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[Cap] Whattup nigga?
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[Nore] I'm glad you home
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So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own
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[Cap] Stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes
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[Nore] Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out
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[Cap] My Niggaz On The Run they place out
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Flee fiends with the cake mouth
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Automatic guns, bullets spray out
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[Nore] Lay out, what? Gimme the cash and the coke
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Sometimes I got money, and I still feel broke
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And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even smoke
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[Cap] I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
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The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry
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[Nore] And me, I'm Thugged Out, I just sleep on the floor
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with the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw
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[Cap] My heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz lean on the law
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[Nore] Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
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[Cap] I watch for the cops, still a Thug after the deal
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CNN gotta thug it for real
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[Chorus]
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[Capone]
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Thuggology's the major, paper
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Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole nature
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The law was built around capers since the years of the West
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and are you real or fake? How many thugs hear the question
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Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
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Next to death's kiko, is goin to jail
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Unassissted, I shivered and frail
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My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille
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I keep Chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale
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Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail
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Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug
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Whichever way it's called, in every city a slug
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If I was dyin would a true fan give me they blood
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and would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge?
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My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious
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I rock fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the creases
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[Chorus x2]
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[Noreaga and Capone ad lib to fade]
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Reunion
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Capone -N- Noreaga |