[Intro:]
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From Iraq to Kuwait word up, Desert Station, regulation
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CNN, channel 10 once again...wha-wha!
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[Chorus: x2]
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T-O-N-Y invade N.Y.
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multiply, kill a cop,
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me and you,
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you got beef, I got beef
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[Noriega:]
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Yo niggas tried to shit on me and make history, supposedly
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I was the man who was supposed to be
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the head of the click
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lip sealed, no nigga snitch
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do or die, I smoke bogey, sword like shinobi
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shoot up your block and make you know me
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you aint ready yet, slow down and recollect
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stay in the car, I stuff Allah bodyset
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ay yo Allah-u-Akbar, look paw, now I'm set
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air conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec glisten
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on a mission, shoot your back out position
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found missing, 2-5 deep in prison
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kid listen, die on the cross like a Christian
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so fuck you, plus your weak religion
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in disguise, nowdays I cut prize
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the invincible, untouchable CNN
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is boldfaced, written in gold with ink pen
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channel 10, we break ten, win again
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kid you on pluto, homo'd out just like menudo
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far from the sun, cant feel the shit that I do
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I stand in front the Judge about to lie, plus I'm high too
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[Chorus x2]
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[Capone:]
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I did it for the love of cash your honor
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traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke dealin', marijuana
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and my persona, glitters in gold
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unlike them other money getters who stack, turn quitters and fold
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cash and hydro, eyes low
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looking Phillipine, divide dough
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and regulate, empire stare caked up
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raked up a hundred thou, now we all laced up
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what., shining, designer lex pearl lining
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the finer wine and, cuisine sitting mastermindin'
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roundtable climbin to the Top Of New York
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won't stop, until we get dropped from New York
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price of coke rise
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j snatch my enterprise
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a million more, rookie cops thinking they live
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we survive, game tight like virgin nappy
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feds on our back, tracin tracks to murder pappy
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[Tragedy:]
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2-5 we on a deadline, read the headline
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Noriega blast with nines
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move fakers, get ya back blown in Jamaica
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lay you in the earth and curse you and your maker
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I told you fools to stop fuckin with the Maqi
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arab nazi, blow holes in your Versace
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this war's mega, with the arm legga legga
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been doin this, since Mobb Six with Cormega
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gorilla, animal thugs be trife looking, your hearts tookin'
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and got blown in Central Booking
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I'm mad iller, organized thug killer
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now you little monkey niggas wanna play gorilla
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officially, Mousallini, punk he me
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insanity, temporarily my plea
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and the jakes never worry me as long as I'm free
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to my people holdin packs, nuthin less than a G
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crime side of life, foul price to pay
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illegal life, trigger trife till we old and gray
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when the flesh dry up and the world decay
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reach heaven in a pearly white ACURAy
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but until then, I'ma shine to the last sin
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resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again
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[chorus x2]
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T.O.N.Y. (Top Of New York)
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Capone -N- Noreaga |