n-noreaga – neva die alone lyrics – capone

“neva die alone”
(feat. tragedy khadafi)

[tragedy khadafi, through voice processor]
huhuhahhahahha…. oh sh*t! haha…
the invincible – cnn
the unstoppable – cnn
lebanon, bosnia, kuwait, iraq, syria – yo, yo, yo

yo icepick, arabic, saudi arabia
my clique roll thick, rip sh*t, like wrestlemania
saddam hussein – president of what i claim
still the same name, tied to this sh*t like i’m to blame
then maintain, gettin’ this cream with bloodstain
2-5-to ’cause the crew stuck in the game
a quarterly, you vs. me, and try to slaughter me
the door was locked – top lock stuck, bad luck
come out the elevator – k-tone, like “n*gg* what?”
arab nazi – play the low, (???)
what up though – 151, we smoke ‘dro
brown bags – tons of hash get smoked
yo that real sh*t – pro’ly make you bleed down your throat
then choke – coughin’ up the murder i wrote
i smoke spanky – hit it hard, mega hard
then burn it down under the ground around guard
i rented – b*tch on my d*ck then i presented
diploma – keep her wide open in tony roma’
back shots – holiday inn about to bone her
and cold own her – drop her off inside corona
with pistolo – call me tomorrow on the ‘rola
the ayatollah – strike back you’re just a soldier

for them thug n*gg*s holding their gats and never scared
i’m prepared – every day get bent on beers
play the corner close – quick to jump on the toast
dead shot – take your knot, dun and get ghost
while you talk fronting – walk fronting like a villain
soft something – so hot what a feeling
mo’ with the ice chillin’
roll dice make a killin’
wanna see twice a million
no love for a got civilian
mix-a-lot in the spot yellin’
for a second, freeze dealin’
back to business
pump ’til the pack finished
stack spinach
mad bent, crash renters
full enough to whip somethin’
a-alike twist somethin’
henny got my sh*t sunken
stay drunken
wit’ a bop, holdin’ your c*ck(yeah!)
pushin’ weed drop(hahaha!)
yeah the game don’t stop(don’t stop n*gg*)
let the beat drop
bring it back to the top
just for them thug n*gg*s, chicks and hard rocks
street to cell block
rock to comstock
movin’ like a flock of arabs in war-lock

[tragedy khadafi]
makin’ on blocks a four-carat stone
infrared chrome
in kuwait i await skull and crossbone
in my own zone, motorola flip-phone
the infrared on the giorgio armani specs
blowin’ tecs at the opposite s*x
for the six-figure check, my slug injects
when the god lay to rest
my seed is next
i was blessed with a thug’s caress
and a dime’s finesse
t*tanium chest and bubble vest
(yeah… t*tanium chest and bubble vest…)
my pop’s dead now it’s too late to warn me, inform me
d’s wanna plant ki’s on me
eternally i wanna sleep
without the venom of a snake n*gg* tryin’ to creep
stakes is high and a thug’s blood runs deep
the jakes wanna see me layin’ under six feet
or so it seems, now my team work against me
they can’t stop my money move – it’s too intensely
khadafi, i plant bombs where the feds be
i’m like moses in the middle of the red sea
with infrared and a case full of hundred g
leadin’ my thugs to the land of [?kiami?]
with no cops, pure c*ke growing on the tree
arab nazi
tommy hill and nikes on
guerrilla rap song
yeah- cnn guerrilla rap song

/ capone lyrics