Tragedy Khadafi - Narcotic Line lyrics
rate me…this verse like … from a rougar
I’m the one, just like the hour of …
… adressing all rumors
They want the 2 5 back now if not sooner
Yo peace god emerge from the Attica yard
Understanding is the best part yes I blast off
My rouger evil, born in a heroin needle
Knowledge degree
My songs for original people
Author of pain, thug paradise my life
Universal flag on my index, flooded with ice
Just got released part the game like the Red Sea
No love lost but y’all niggers will respect me
Add the name to the wall of legends where the vets be
My rhymes is god degree, your lines is pork
If I fall off I land on the top of New York
Spit napalm without getting the bomb from from Flex
Ron Artest the 41st out of my jets??
Yo the game make the same no more
Matter of fact, it ain’t the game no more
Narcotic lines of raw
I treat this rap shit like war so therefore
I get the streets exactly what they need
This is what I breathe, I’m the last of a dying breed
Yo the game make the same no more
Matter of fact, it ain’t the game no more
Narcotic lines of raw
Yo Ayatollah, soul controller corporate share holder
Killa Sha, still on my shoulder , the game ain’t over
You are now witnessing the image of the law
Hip hop was never dead, it was locked behind bars
Jehova or rap, eloheem over the track
2 5 2 the god is back
Did number in my chest I don’t mean in my state green
I mean is carved in my flesh
I stake my name, my name I stake
Never play with this game till I lay in the flames
If you breathe what I breathe then you one and the same
2 5 in my bloodstream all in my vein
Last report, cut your life short
Mahdi, 2 5 2 it's still blood sport
Yo the game make the same no more
Matter of fact, it ain’t the game no more
Narcotic lines of raw
I treat this rap shit like war so therefore
I get the streets exactly what they need
This is what I breathe, I’m the last of a dying breed
Yo the game make the same no more
Matter of fact, it ain’t the game no more
Narcotic lines of raw
The golden era of rap is back on the street
I escape from the low intestines of the beast
Wheather locked up or laying deceased
The G-code's in my blood so the love is deep
QB's finest the Mahdi call him your highness
Y’all niggers is all vaginas, my lines is timeless
Speak classics like the 9-5 air maxes
Move like Al-Qaeda, Kuwait foul arabs
The game need a face lift, stuck in the matrix
Narcotic lines from the minds of pure hatred
For my soldiers in the box, tied naked
You can hear they screams all over the track when I lace it
I’m still hand cuffed to the projects
The gemstar akbar til I dearly depart still hate the law, still blow shots to police
I fathered your style, you can’t believe I’m still nice
The bid ain’t break me, the desert’s on safety
Salute me or shoot me, praise me or lay me
Yo the game make the same no more
Matter of fact, it ain’t the game no more
Narcotic lines of raw
I treat this rap shit like war so therefore
I get the streets exactly what they need
This is what I breathe, I’m the last of a dying breed
Yo the game make the same no more
Matter of fact, it ain’t the game no more
Narcotic lines of raw.<br />
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Thanks to Andrei
Thanks to Shyne for correcting these lyrics
