Tragedy Khadafi - Nore-faker lyrics

rate me

[incoming ladies voice singing]

You don't want it, you don't want it

Standing all types of heat

You don't need it, you don't need it

No longer will you eat

You live for the street, this boy fights for life

And we gonna show you tonight

[Tragedy]

Yo Mahdi, M-A-H-D-I

Live and Let die whether you Blood or Nieta

Arab Necha

Two hits in dashiki

Camel Clutch like Goldberg move deeply

You heard of me foul Mahdi get left leaky

Prophecy El Khadafi like Salaci

Black gangster, 2-5 rhymes'll fall

Bounce back like MJ, off the wall

Yo ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Triple-O, when you see him in the streets, blood rush

Yo platinum gats, scratched of serial numbers

Yo we gun runners, playing your hood with green Hummers

Shoot-out for two summers, Yo in the winter we lay up

Hennesy straight with no chaser

Trial with the suede blazer

After the first hearing

Murder the witness like you blaze her

Nectel with the Sprint pager

Yo, yo

You minor league playing the bench, we all major

Yo, Noreaga a.k.a. Nore-faker

Beat biter, rhyme style taker

Animaniac get clapped with foul gat

Send you whole skeleton back to Iraq

[background voice]

Hahaha, send em back son

send em back son

Lebanon, Bosnia

All that, y'all remember it

[voice fades out]