Neva Die Alone

(album: The War Report - 1997)

[Tragedy Khadafi, through voice processor]
Huhuhahhahahha.... oh shit! Haha...
The invincible CNN
The unstoppable CNN
Lebanon, Bosnia, Kuwait, Iraq, Syria yo, yo, yo

[Noreaga]
Yo icepick, Arabic, Saudi Arabia
My clique roll thick, rip shit, like WrestleMania
Saddam Hussein president of what I claim
Still the same name, tied to this shit like I'm to blame
Then maintain, getting 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 "Nigga what?"
Arab Nazi play the low, (???)
What up though 151, we smoke 'dro
Brown bags tons of hash get smoked
Yo that real shit pro'ly make you bleed down your throat
Then choke coughing up the murder I wrote
I smoke spanky hit it hard, mega hard
Then burn it down under the ground around guard
I rented bitch on my dick 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

[Capone]
For them thug niggas 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 chilling
Roll dice make a killing
Wanna see twice a million
No love for a got civilian
Mix-a-lot in the spot yelling
For a second, freeze dealing
Back to business
Pump 'til the pack finished
Stack spinach
Mad bent, crash renters
Full enough to whip something
A-alike twist something
Henny got my shit sunken
Stay drunken
Wit' a bop, holding your cock(yeah!)
Pushing weed drop(hahaha!)
Yeah the game don't stop(don't stop nigga)
Let the beat drop
Bring it back to the top
Just for them thug niggas, chicks and hard rocks
Street to cell block
Rock to Comstock
Moving like a flock of Arabs in war-lock

[Tragedy Khadafi]
Making 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
Blowing tecs at the opposite sex
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
Titanium chest and bubble vest
(Yeah... titanium 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 nigga trying to creep
Stakes is high and a thug's blood runs deep
The Jakes wanna see me laying 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
Leading my thugs to the land of [?Kiami?]
With no cops, pure coke growing on the tree
Arab Nazi
Tommy Hill and Nikes on
Guerrilla rap song
Yeah CNN guerrilla rap song