Capone-N-Noreaga, Musolini, Troy Outlaw, Mendosa, C Dot Castro - Iraq (See the World) lyrics

[Capone-N-Noreaga, Musolini, Troy Outlaw, Mendosa, C Dot Castro - Iraq See the World lyrics]

Yo, word up
I'm bout to rep my motherfuckin hood
This is my hood, nigga

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us
It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us

It's cream on my land, original man
Cross water
My team break border and court order
ESP network, TNT explosive expert
Your head jerk backflip, illegal life shit
Bad guys and black whips left the scene rowdy
Air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly
New assembly, new identity, remember me
Keep remedy for the poison of my enemy
Martin Remy, Jack D to ali-ze
Yo, the Moe T Dom P, personal Henny
Have me hurt many actions, coke infractions
Manuel and Fidel, our money well
Help the crack sell, stack bail
Then we map trail get it all back
Smoke the black, hold the gat

The streets got me thinking
Bout my man's passing
Stashin, the lex with a passion
Gotta make it happen
The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin'
Security be on my back for wrong reason
I'm livin' what I'm sayin' on
The block all day before I wasn't sure
But now I know it's the way
Like, if I get caught I'mma pay
Illegal life, livin' trife, what can I say
Gettin bent, million dollar dream
Hennessee and Moët
While I'm chillin' with my man
On the wooden set, front
I strike accurate you get wet
Whatever choice you select
Handle appropriately
Baby 9, murder my crime, you a fake
Lefrak shine, just wait
I need half outta that cake of regulate
Taken while you scheme and contemplate
Only results in the 360 action
But if it come back
Then I'm pumpin double action
Blastin, tearin' niggas physicals in
Try and contend
You gets no days with no wins
My clientele excel is like the devil's spell
Drove me to the streets young
So now I know it well

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us

Yo, son, I'm packin' steel, where ya hard hat
You pull out you bust that
Your gat useless, where ya heart at
It fingers the trigger
Change ya name to fake nigga
Beef with every nigga, watch ya back
Of course, you get clapped
You didn't bust gat
Splendid nigga, dirty rat
For my Iraq attack, Bust you with mega gat
Once a cool cat, smokin 'dagger
Put it in my back why you did it like that
Now my skin bubble fat
Go to sleep, I wake you up

Noreaga: What, What What, What
In Ya crib, tie you up
What, what, what, what hot oil on ya gut
Get bucked, get bucked
Iraq element don't give a fuck

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us

We on a mission, not a small time thing
I'm addicted to the cash like the crack
Head is a fiend to the crack
But I ain't into doin' no drugs
I'm just pushing hit's
And stackin' chips like I'm stackin'
Bricks for a buildin'
Cause we be buildin' this empire fortress
Secured tight like barbed
Wire for infiltrators regulators, manipulate
Booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait
Watch you deflate like air balloon
Tryin' to ambush this platoon you
Run into a monsoon like stormy weather
Your fatigues ain't tough as leather
Cause we bust bullets
Thinkin' much more clever
Eatin' through your gear like acid rain
Feeling pain
Livin' like a snake in the grass
You won't gain simple and plain
My team play the game so we can win
We want it all so we
Can breathe like the wind

Bustin 360, cherry red 850 iblis devilish
Get cursed for fuckin' with me
Eyebrows thick, resemble Shatan
Arabian mind with source to firearm
Caesar, waves bangin', brown wallabees
Empty cigars stay smoked in cool cars
Queens Escobars wear jewels like scars
You heavy gold, Slick Rick, changed it
Yo, the main Vic
Plottin' on you since eighty-six
Now it's nine-six, you lay low, you mad rich
Strictly big shit, big play heavy wait
While in car, hear a verse, put it in park
Let the dutch spark, now we ride my weed dark
Dig deeper, black guns and black reefer
My brother's keeper
Throwing the world in a sleeper
The grim reaper, so much work he got a beeper
The word death, stamped that
It's on your chest
Yo, you bullshit, my click thick, kid
We pull shit
Grip tight, illegal life, A-Alike
Thug blood, the same blood
Thicker than water
Slaughter, play this shit in tape recorder
From Iraq to Yugoslavia, Somalia
Compadre, diamante, Papi
World World 3, CNN history
By the powers of God that's invested in me
Since ninety-three, locked up, I did three
Got eighty-five percent of
Y'all worshipping me
Back in LC, hop the cab thirty-three

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