[Tragedy Khadafi]
N***as scared to pull a hit but shit, my team real
Know a bitch sniff a pyramid of a dollar bill, she will
97 to the hill, get ill
Do your thing, I ain't mad at you son
It's how you feel...

[Noreaga]
Yo, blood scene, bloody my vision can't see
Straight off top, me ral and Mussolini
Was tied up, connect thinking that we wired up
Once these ropes get cut I'm getting highed up
Slow it down, you moving too fast
Kid it's the halves, you ain't know
It's illegal life shit, big bloody cash
So what you do, in due time, come back in view
That's why n***as can't relate to L.A., they stick you
Let's laundrymat this, revolution this Iblis
Keep the world in fits, my clique avoid death list
Black gangsta, 2 5 I co-perfect this
CNN, iced out piece, italian necklace
Stef bauer, you and L, yall work the hour
We all dirty, like the clique don’t take shower
There's more to get, hit the fuck up, taking power
100 channels, turn station, operation 140
Earthquake would bring glory
Noreaga, but for short just call me Nore
Catagory, point-blank end of the story
Chorus

[Capone]
I never sweat D’s, I let trees blow
Get bent on benches, hopping the fences
Here they come in long trenches, crack
Chase 'em, lace 'em, let the chef bake 'em
Jake, taste 'em, take 'em, wonder where we make 'em
Roll dice, and break 'em on the street corner
Betting stacks, holding packs,
Hoping police don't run deep on us
Peep the third floor shade that never rises
For Jake, I hold weight, plus gats in greater sizes
Bulletproof down to my Nike's now who the livest
Survivest, open offa' lye contact, combat
Twisting your cap, and listen to rap
Position the mack to blow out your back
Hoes across the map, foes eat a dick in fact
I'mma score, flip more raw than Dominique Daws
Yea flip that

Chorus 4x

Yo black gangsta, where they at, where they at
Queens Bridge and Iraq