Thug Paradise

Lyrics

[Intro: Tragedy Khadafi, (Capone)] Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh It's a Queens thing (uhh, uhh) 2-5, 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 'em, son, word up) [Verse 1: Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, TV's in the head-rest, 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 Ceasar, 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 waves, with the shell-top Adidas The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm Rockin' state green, sippin' on Dom Arabic link, Cartier on the arm Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules Nigga, fuck the D's, 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, tryin' 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 Dom, by the gravesite The tombstone let the record show, I was sinnin' Lay me in the Earth with the Armani linen [Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi] All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist We move sheist, livin' in these days of trife Rockin' four carat ice, in Thug Paradise [Post-Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi, (Capone), Noreaga] Thug Paradise (Yeah... yo, yo... yeah... yo) In Thug Paradise [Verse 2: Capone] One for the money, two for the villainous streets From Willies holdin' millions, fo' reala with no feelings Shit, my resident – Q.B. settlement Hit 'em on the Hill, jake wonder where the medal went Jump in the Acur-ay, then blast a trey Pour the 'Zé for those who passed away My whole click shinin' like a diamond Wild on Riker's Island Fake niggas, eat a dick-ramen Maricón, we got it sewn Capone-N-Noreaga zone Reach out and touch, like a flip phone I sip imported while you get extorted The single, "Illegal Life," "Stick You" – I hope the world bought it (In stores now) [Pre-Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi] Yeah, no doubt Capone-N-Noreaga [Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi] All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist We move sheist, livin' in these days of trife Rockin' four carat ice, in Thug Paradise [Verse 3: Noreaga] Yo, it was broad daylight Woke up, early in mornin' Didn't even brush my teeth, I'll grab heat Plus the fronto leaf, then roll up somethin' sweet Son, they was on since yesterday night Dunn got bucked in his windpipe We'll go to war until your cream right The click tight, cannon'll spit, the guns to gunfight Yo, ghost diamonds, the new millennium was promised Black Thomas, they tryed to squash that beef But niggas get hard-headed, filled wit' leaded Fuck around and get deaded, nine berett'ed God, set it, automatic Yam in your face, these niggas garbage General Iraq squadron Pollutin', gassy, trap with the Glock plastic Move quickly, Swiss watch to Poughkeepsie Black gypsy, you tell me, destiny Move quickly, stick him – he tried to stick me You mad morbid, but it's a planet out of orbit Can't absorb it, tell me, you all for it You can't call it, my defense'll make you forfeit Son, you quit, fuckin' wit Iraq dick The general of hoes, create my own crew, I got pull Blast the tool, and plus your chick too – line up! [Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi] All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist We move sheist, livin' in these days of trife Rockin' four carat ice – Thug Paradise [Outro: Tragedy Khadafi] Yeah... Thug Paradise Khadafi... (Four carat ice) 25 To Life C-N-N Yeah... yeah... Kuwait and Iraq It's on again