Capone-N-Noreaga - Thug Planet lyrics

(Ayo war report 2 yo! yo) Check it
Check it check it yo yo yo
(Yoo war report 2 ahhh)
Check it check it yo yo yo
(ayo iman what up)
Check it check it yo yo yo
(ohhh Musaliny ohh)
Check it check it yo yo yo
(Ayo muse what it is)
Check it check it yo yo yo (Cnn what it is!)
Check it check it yo yo yoo
(Yoo we over here)
Check it check it yo yo yo
(yo what we is, yoo)

Iman bizzyy, CNN, war report 2, come thru
Who you? what they want do?
Never get void, made off, break you off
Like we suppose to ro-tisserie roast you

Yo yo yo ayo big loads of fish scale
Guns from israel
Dude name Ishmael told me that his shit sell
Good coke Korean cars European
Bosnia, somalia places that we be in
CNN iman bizzy Musaliny
The war report 2 is the camouflage cd
Syria, Liberia, your interior
Inferior, filthy bacteria
Queens shit I rep that, so expect that
If I ain't got a yankee then
I probably got a met hat
Laundry mat trap let the
Tek clap respect that
Bleeding from the back of your head
I call you wet back
Cigarette face with the ashy elbows
They ain't find his body they
Found his shell toes
They ain't find his body they
Found the nigga scarf
His dam dna was all over the park b'cuz

Yo yo perfect combination brake locks
And open safes
A bi racial verbal knife will see your face
The thug iman CNN and Musaliny
Thug planet no escape thru rap capplers
We lay you on the grave and shit on your name
Foul disgusting light fuse to
Blow up the game you know the team you see
The green we doing things
Take it to your face blood all over the place

Is the black Vinnie the chin this
Is how is goin down
Got goons that's holding rounds
My niggas is rolling pounds
Fuck your repertoire anybody get scared
Its still anybody killers with these retards
Its still 9720
And still don't nothing move but the money
Plotting on the fakes on they
Leave for the country
Niggas go that sour and that
China white chunky! aha

"This what they want huh
This what get they blood pressure boiling"
Yea ayo ayo ayo rose lenses in the glasses
Its all gymnastics couple flips get
Money and stash it i'm mister p with the
Black plastic uhhhhhhh!
No limit's no gimmicks triple black ratchet
Got a ho from somalia my
Niggas tear the lobby up
Face wrapped in turban hop
Back in the suburban
I'm from queens bridge land
Of the planet rock your man get shot
Talking that bullshit fuck whipping
The phantom drop gimme a hoopti
And nore a loosey
And we will pull a drive-by niggas salute me
I'm the fly nigga out the group the
Rag around the hammer is Gucci
I rock pink the same color as coochi
This iman thug some-stunning
The holy channel who dumping
Nor stab niggas at the bar
This is camouflage season
Them niggas with the masks gone squeeze em
We still report niggas even
Thou we lost niggas

Check it yo yo yo check it
Check it yo yo yoo
Check it check it yo yo yooo
Check it check it yo yo yo yea yea