Capone -N- Noreaga - Black Gangsta lyrics

rate me

(feat. Tradegy Khadafi)

[Tradegy Khadafi] Niggas scared to pull a hit

for shit, my team will know a bitch sniffer

pyriamid off a dollar bill, she will, 97 to the hill

get ill, do your thing, I ain't mad at you son,

it's how you feel...

[Noreaga] Yo, blood scene, bloody my vision can't see

straight off top, me ral and Mussolini

was tied up, connect thinking that we wired up,

once these ropes get cut I'm getting highed up

slow it down, you moving to fast

kid it's the halves, you ain't know,

it's illegal life shit, bring bloody cash

so what you do, in due time, come back in view

that's why niggas can't relate to L.A., they stick you

As long we map this, revolution is a bliss,

keep the world in fits, my clique avoid death lists

black gangsta, 2 5 I co-perfect this

CNN, iced out piece, italian necklace

stef bauer, you and L, yall work the hour

you all dirty, like the clique don't take shower

there's more to get, hit the fuck up, taking power

100 channels, turn station, operation 140

earthquake would bring glory

Noreaga, but for short just call me Ore,

catagory, point-blank end of the story

[Chorus: Tradegy Khadafi]

[Capone] I never sweat these, I let trees blow

get bent on benches, hopping the fences

here they come in long trenches, crack

chase 'em, lace 'em, let the chef bake 'em,

jake, taste 'em, take 'em, wonder where we make 'em

roll dice, and break 'em on the street corner

betting stacks, holding packs,

hoping police don't run deep on us

peep the third floor shade that never rises

for jake, our whole weight, plus gat and great disguises

bullet proof down to my Nike's now we the livest

survivest, open up after I contact, combat

twisting yer cap, and listen to rap

postion to mack , to blow out your back

ho's across the map, foe's eat a dick in fact

I'm a score, flip and roll like Dominique Dawes

Yea flip that

[Chorus x2: Tradegy Khadafi]

Yo black gangsta, where they at, where they at

Queensbridge and Iraq