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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Capone-N-Noreaga
Capone-N-Noreaga
Vocals
Castro
Castro
Vocals
Mendosa
Mendosa
Vocals
Troy Outlaw
Troy Outlaw
Vocals
Musolini
Musolini
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Santiago
Victor Santiago
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Naugty Shorts
Naugty Shorts
Producer
EZ Elpee
EZ Elpee
Producer
Martin Moor
Martin Moor
Executive Producer
Neil Levine
Neil Levine
Executive Producer
Tragedy Khadafi
Tragedy Khadafi
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, word up, I'm bout to rep my mother fucking hood
This my hood, ****
[Verse 2]
It's laundry mad track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the world, the world, see Iraq
Binoculars, ours is out son, they watching us
Jake hit the strip, now police try locking us
[Verse 3]
It's laundry mad track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the world, the world, see Iraq
Binoculars, ours is out son, they watching us
Jake hit the strip, now police try locking us
[Verse 4]
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, back flip, illegal life shit
Bad guys in black lit, 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 enemies
Martin Remy, Jack D the Ali Z, yo the motif
Don P, personal Henny, have me hurt many
Actions, coke infractions, Imanuel and Fidel
Our money well, help the crack sale
Stack bail, then we map trail
Get it all back, smoke the black, hold the gat
[Verse 5]
The streets got me thinking 'bout my man's passing
Stashing the lex with a passion
Gotta make it happen, the block steaming
And 12K the cops scheming
Security be on my back for wrong reason
I'm living what I'm saying on the block all day
Before I wasn't sure, now I know it's the way
Like if I get caught, I'ma pay
Illegal life, living trife what can I say?
Getting bent, million dollar dream
Hennessy and Moet, while I'm chilling with my man
On the wood set
Front, I strike accurate, you get wet
Whatever choice you select, handle appropriate
Baby nine murder my crime, you're a fake
Lefrak shine, just wait
I need half out of that cake, I regulate
Taking while you scheming, contemplate
Only results in a 360 action
But if it come back then I'm pumping double-action
Blasting, tearing ****'s physicals in
Try and contend, you gets no days with no wins
My clientele excel, it's like the devil spell
Drawn into the streets young, so now I know it well
[Verse 6]
It's laundry mad track, keep the loot in Iraq
Yo, Iraq, see the world, the world, see Iraq
It's laundry mad track, keep the loot in Iraq
Yo, Iraq, see the world, the world, see Iraq
[Verse 7]
Yo son, I'm packing steel, where ya hard hat?
You pull out, you bust that, your gat useless
Where ya heart at?
It fingers the trigger
Change your lay with fake ****
Beef with every ****, watch your back
Of course you get clapped, you didn't bust gat
Splendid ****, dirty rap for my Iraq attack
Bust you with mega cat, once a cool cat
Smoking dagger, put it in my back
Why you did it like that?
Now my skin bubble fat
Go to sleep, I wake you up
[Verse 8]
What, what, what, what
In your crib tie you up
What, what, what, what
Hot oil on your gut
Get bucked, get bucked
Iraq element don't give a fuck
[Verse 9]
Yo, binoculars, ours is out son, they watching us
Jake hit the strip, now police try locking us
Binoculars, ours is out son, they watching us
Jake hit the strip, now police try locking us
Your outlaw, laser disc you know
[Verse 10]
We on a mission, not a small time thing
I'm addicted to this cash, like a crack-addicted fiend to the crack
But I ain't into doing no drugs
I'm just pushing hits and stacking chips
Like I'm stacking bricks for a building
'Cause we be building this empire fortress
Secure tight like barb wire for infiltrators
Regulators trying to manipulate
Booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait
Watch you deflate, like air balloons
Trying to ambush this platoon, you run into a monsoon
Like stormy weather your fatigues ain't tough as leather
'Cause we bust bullets thinking much more clever
Eating through your gear like acid rain
Feeling pain, living 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 breath like the wind
[Verse 11]
Busting 360, cherry red 850
He blitz devilish, get cursed fucking with me
Eyebrows thick, resemble Shatan
Arabian mind with source for firearm
Caesar, waves banging, brown wallabies
Empty cigars, stay smoked in cool cars
Queens escobars wear jewels like scars
You heavy gold, Slick Rick changed it
Yo the main vic, plotting on you since '86
Now it's nine-six, you lay low, you mad rich
Strictly big shit, big play, heavyweight
Body cloth, hear a verse, put it in park
Let the dubs spark, now we ride, my weed dark
Dig deeper, black guns and black reefer
[Verse 12]
My brother's keeper, throwing the world in a sleeper
The grim reaper, so much work he got a beeper
The word def, stamp 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 war three, CNN history, by the powers of God
That is invested in me, since '93
Locked up, I did three, got eighty-five percent of y'all worshipping me
Back in L.C, hop in cab 33
Written by: Victor Santiago

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