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Iraq (See the World)

Artist:Capone-N-Noreaga  Album:The War Report 

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(feat. Castro, Musolini, Mendosa & Troy Outlaw) [Noreaga] Yo, word up, I'm bout to rep my motherfuckin hood This is my hood, nigga [Chorus 2X] It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin us Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us [Castro] It's cream on my land, original man 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 to allizy Yo, to Motif, Dom P, personal henny Have me hurt many Actions, coke infractions Immanuel 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 [Musolini] The streets got me thinkin bout my man's passin 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'ma pay Illegal life, livin trife, what can I say Gettin bent, million dollar dream, hennessee and moet 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 comtemplate Only results in the 360 action But if it come back, then I'm pumpin double action Blastin, tearin' niggaz 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 [Chorus] [Mendosa] 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


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