Stay Tuned Lyrics - The War Report - Capone-n-noreaga

Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh 

It's a Queens thing 

(Uhh, uhh) 

Too fly, word up 

Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise 

No doubt, check me out, yeah, yeah 

Aiyyo son, let me, let me put you on to what happened 

How it went down check it 

(Tell me, son, word up) 

Yo, TV's in the headrest, Sega entertainment 

Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment 

D.A. got a witness, lawyer can't explain it 

Face the judge, on some money maintain shit 

Black Caesar, hundred grand on the Visa 

Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia 

Found him in the warehouse, tied in the freezer 

That's the life of a thug when he hold heaters 

Willies, up North, turn to dick beaters 

Sendin' flicks to any bitch that'll feed us 

360 ways with the shell top Adidas 

The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm 

Rock and stay green, sippin' on Don 

Arabic link, Cartier on the arm 

Nigga fresh off work release Hercules 

Nigga fuck the deez, we blazin' trees 

Capone bag the keys, let's move like a gypsy 

It's hot out here, relocate to Poughkeepsie 

Feds play the roof in the hood, try to hit me 

Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me 

The life of a thug wasn't made right 

When I die leave a bottle of Don, by the grave site 

The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin' 

Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen 

All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life 

Criminal type thugs, who love to pull a heist 

We move shiest, livin' in these days of strife 

Rockin' four carat ice, in Thug Paradise 

Thug Paradise, yeah, yo, yo, yeah, yo 

In Thug Paradise 

One for the money, two for the villainous streets 

From Willies holdin' millions, foreala with no feelin' 

Shit, my resident, Q-B settlement 

Hit him on the hill, Jake wonder where the medal went 

Jump in the Acura, then blast a trey 

Pour this A for those who passed away 

My whole click shinin' like a diamond 

While on Riker's Island, fake niggaz eat a dick rhymin' 

Mighty chrome, we got a song 

Capone-N-Noreaga's on, we try to touch like a flip phone 

I sip on Porter while you get extorted 

To single, illegal life stick you, I hope the world bought it 

Yeah, no doubt 

Capone-N-Noreaga 

All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life 

Criminal type thugs, who love to pull a heist 

We move shiest, livin' in these days of strife 

Rockin' four carat ice, in Thug Paradise 

Yo niggaz broad daylight, woke up, early in mornin' 

Gettin' even breaths, my team'll grab heat 

Bust the fonta leaf, then roll up, some Sweets 

They was on since yesterday night, Dunn got bucked 

In his windpipe, we'll go to war until you pre-write 

Pick tight, can stick to guns in a gunfight 

Yo, lots of diamonds, the new millennium was promised 

Black comments, we tryin' to squash that big 

But niggaz get hard headed, filled wit leaded 

Fuck around and get deaded, now for wetted 

God set it automatic 

Yeah, me you face these niggaz starvin' 

General of rap swarmin' 

Acousiastic, attract with the Glock plastic 

Move quickly, switch rides to Poughkeepsie 

Black tipsy, but tell me, destiny 

Move quickly, stick heads, be tryin' to stick me 

You mad morbid but it's a planet out of orbit 

Can't absorb it, but tell me, you all for it 

Can't call it, my defense'll make you forfeit 

Son, you quit fuckin' wit' Iraq dick 

The General hoe, create my own chrome like y'all vote 

Blast it too and plus it take two, now know 

All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life 

Criminal type thugs, who love to pull a heist 

We move shiest, livin' in these days of strife 

Rockin' four carat ice, in Thug Paradise