Percy Chapman IV, (born August 13, 1971, in Queens, New York, USA) known by his stage name Tragedy Khadafi, and formerly known as Intelligent Hoodlum, is an American rapper and producer who hails from the Queensbridge housing projects in Queens, New York, who helped spawn other hip hop artists such as Nas, Cormega, Mobb Deep, Capone-N-Noreaga, and many others both through production and influence. His name is a reference to former Libyan head of state Muammar Gaddafi. He was one half of the group the Iron Sheiks, along with Imam T.H.U.G., which produced the underground classic "True Confessions."
He began his career as half of the duo Super Kids, along with DJ Hot Day (then known as PHD), who also had worked with rappers like Blaq Poet, releasing the single "Go, Queensbridge" in 1985. It was this output that caught the attention of Marley Marl, who produced the duo's next two singles, and Chapman was also made a junior member of the Juice Crew alongside artists such as Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap, and MC Shan. After a conviction for robbery followed by time in a correctional facility, Chapman became a Five Percenter and began working under the alias Intelligent Hoodlum. His self-titled debut, Intelligent Hoodlum, released in 1990 and produced by Marley Marl, was full of political commentary, Five-Percenter rhetoric, and controversial messages in tracks such as "Arrest the President" and "Black and Proud." He returned in 1993, releasing his second album, Tragedy: Saga of a Hoodlum, which would be his last album under that moniker.
James Todd Smith (born January 14, 1968), better known as LL Cool J (an abbreviation for Ladies Love Cool James), is an American rapper, entrepreneur, and actor from Bay Shore, New York. He is known for romantic ballads such as "I Need Love", "Around the Way Girl" and "Hey Lover" as well as pioneering hip-hop such as "I Can't Live Without My Radio", "I'm Bad", "The Boomin' System", and "Mama Said Knock You Out". He has released thirteen studio albums and two greatest hits compilations, including 2008's Exit 13, the last for his record deal with Def Jam Recordings. He has also appeared in numerous films, and currently stars as NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna on the CBS crime drama television series NCIS: Los Angeles.
As he grew older, Smith found a way to escape the effects of his abuse, and his bullying attitude: hip-hop music. He fell in love with it at the age of nine, and by 11 he was writing lyrics and making his own songs with some DJ equipment his grandmother gave him to stop him riding motorcycles or doing karate. Before too long, LL was an established member of the Hip-Hop community in his area. He gained notoriety through his many rap battles against well-established MCs, including the battle against Chicken and Porn that rocketed him to fame.
It's Time To Catch.... The Vapors!
(feat. Tragedy Khadafi)
(Intro - conversation with Capone in the background)
(Noreaga)
Yo, yo - you got that shit? Let me see that. (It's right here, yo)
Look - look, son! That's the second time that nigga did that, yo!
Second time! Taste that, yo! (What the fuck is this shit, yo?)
Is this your shit, no? Is it? (No, this shit is weak)
Yo, that's the second time son did that shit, yo
(Word, I don't wanna talk...)
Yo, fuck that yo (word up)
We're gonna go get him right now, yo, us, us, right here, yo
Us, yo, nobody else, we gonna get him, yo
(listen, listen, listen son)
(Tragedy) Listen, listen - Yo, we gotta map this shit out, son
we can't just be runnin' them things...
(Noreaga) Meet us on 160 - the nigga be on 1-5-2,
and we just gonna do it on 160, we gonna get...
(Tragedy) Look, I'm sayin' dun, we gonna keep it real, man
(He ain't gonna do it to us again son! We gonna do it son!)
Look, I'm sayin' - you know I'm with you - you know how we get down
We gonna get the nigga but we gotta map this shit out right
cause people, I... That nigga got mad, fuckin,
you know what I'm sayin' Boricua niggas runnin' with him (word?)
You know what I'm sayin'?
(Noreaga) They ain't gonna expect it,
we gonna move it's raining son,
they ain't gonna expect it right now,
they ain't gonna expect it, son
(Tragedy) I ain't trying to have no 2-5 casualties, man,
that's what I'm sayin', I want us to get in,
and get the fuck out...
(Tragedy Khadafi)
From fourty one - twelve, to the U.S.A. buiding in Iraq
My crew bust back, we're cap peeling
Your crew dealing, in a box with no feeling
Informer type, that's what you get for squealing
It's the money or the morgue son, ready to die
Black Infiniti, yo, papi, call Ki
The coke connect - don't trust us, he wanna touch us
So call Russ, tell him, scoop me in the Lexus
It's all good, in the 'hood, nobody know shhh
Infrared, off the roof, some ol' scope shhh
CNN, desert men, holding the chrome with gorilla grip
Sing Sing, straight convict
Strap the door, C-4, detonating shhh
Blow the spot, don't give a fuck who you go and get
We want the yay-yo
And the cash that's in the stash, strip his Tommy drawers
Yo, check the crack of his ass
(Noreaga) You on some homo shhh?
Nah kid, we on some real shit
Since we here, we might as well get all of it
Inshallah allahu akbar supporter
CNN, desert men supreme order(word)
(Capone)
A kassi(?), three and a quarter, Arab Nazi
Me and shorty from the Mecca, having a session
Play the Shark Bar, sipping on French connection
On the rocks, son, hit me on the box
Time to hit the spot, regulate the whole fucking block
(Tragedy Khadafi)
Grab the gray tape, gag his mouth, leave him for the rats
Stuck him for the yay-yo couldn't get the money back
(Capone)
So where you at?
(Tragedy Khadafi)
Meet me uptown, by the polo ground
Strapped with the vest, plus I got the 4-pound
Tell Caduece(tell who?), bring the A.K.(wha?),
so y'all can hold me down
(Capone)
Aight kiko, I'ma meet you in a hour, keep the free power close
Gotta get dun, and we ghost
Met papi in Iraq(huh?), then winged by the back
Opened up the trunk, and threw in the big gat
Took off, threw the skully mask over the dome
We war prone, desert men tactics all shown
Met on 1-5-2, now we figure,
Looking for that rich Dominican with that gold act vigor
Chico, he got porico(?), little do he know
We sticking him for all of his dough(nigga)
Chorus:
(Tragedy) This ain't your oridinary sh thug sh, that you used to, Q.U.
(Noreaga) We stick you, we supposed to
(Tragedy) Not your ordinary sh thug sh that you used to, Q.U.
(Noreaga) We stick you
(Noreaga)
Yo, for years I been buying my coke from the same cat
Gherri curl nigga, Dominican nigga who look Black
As I think back, transform coke to crack
Yo amigo, him and Rico, they got Borico(?)
Son I know the spot, like the back of my hand
Networked the plan, we sticking him and his man
Working zip-lock, pop the lock, flee the spot
Grab the knot, national(hurry up! hurry up!),
tell Willy come and get me on 160
I got three people with me, with trenches
We uptown waiting on the benches
The cab taking long, Dominicans coming strong
Claiming that it's on, from dusk 'til dawn
We right across the street, they don't see us
Ay yo, our Cuban disguise, it got us looking like we Jesus
Inshallah, we flee the spot mega far
Jump up in Willy's car, and scream "Alhumdu Allah!"
25 people lost sleep, the other 25 lost heat(snitching)
A gave up Luis, and said it wasn't worth it
The CNN drug circuit, (yo) blind fold
Pass the gray tape, regulate, cowboy rope strapped
To the chair, stay there, he just a power ranger
That snitched on me while in danger
Noreaga, treat that ass like a stranger
Yo - yo yo -
Chorus
Stick you, and him too - you and you
(Bitch ass nigga)
Got you back, got you back
We got you back - from sellin' that fake yak
[Tragedy Khadafi Talking]
Yeah...Get it poppin'...No doubt
Thug shit... for your ear
Yeah...Two-Five
[Tragedy Khadafi]
It go one for my real niggas, two for the bass
Three for that weight regulated out of state
Four for the guns blowin' getting shit straight
For them bitch ass niggas that hate
And I can tell right now that you really not knowing
When the guns start blowing and your blood stop flowing
You can take it to the heart bitch nigga play your part
All you saw was the spark now you laying in the dark
From the hood that I rep every nigga in my set
Generals to Cadets two-five 'til the death
Inadvertently I know niggas wanna murder me
But can't even analyze G, The Mahdi
Flow so precise, thug paradise, five karot ice
Black Christ living the life
Niggas see the light when they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife
[Hook: Havoc]
hey yo
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit tryin' to get these chips
And the first nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin that shit when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north visit
[Havoc]
Thun I analyze these niggas, cause they simple like bitches
And to damn feminine to fuck with this veteran
Stop the rhetoric, you know the led will get hot
You know this metal shit ain't nothing to fuck with
Know I work that steel with a workman's will
Staring so hard don't make me hurt that grill
Apologize nigga dog you ain't that real
Your man got bagged did time you squeeled
Glass slipper wearin' ass niggas get killed
You ain't a grown man 'til you pay some bills
Keep it gully been pimpin' before I had 4 wheels
The pipe game cool, but my talk game ill
Wanna fuck with a nigga cause I know my shit
You owe that bank, I own my shit
Out the gate don't ask, can't floss my whip
It ain't who you know, bitch it's who you with
[Hook: Havoc]
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit tryin' to get these chips
And the first nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin that shit when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north visit
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo I settle with, heavy metal shit for my thugs in Connecticut
Murderville nigga how you feel?
Flow so sick, them niggas can blow dick
Better analyze what lies before you trick
In the mix of some Queens niggas tryin to get rich
Any nigga in my way can feel the gun spit
Get your Du-Rag split with long four-fifth
Hand glide thru your hood in the six
Road call for my niggas who you wit? (Thug Shit)
Road call for my niggas who you wit? (Thug Shit)
Let it bang make it pop 'til your heartbeat stop
Know the game don't stop 'til the casket drops
The God run out of shots then they tape the block
Rep to the death for my carnivores on lock
And my dogs in the box meet you back on the block
You know how the team rocks, 'til we reach the top
[Hook: Havoc]
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit tryin' to get these chips
And the first nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin that shit when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north visit
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin'
Ain't shit tryin' to get these chips
And the first nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin that shit when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I live it
[Chorus x3: Uncredited Female]
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz
What makes you think huh, what makes you think huh
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz
What makes you think you could fuck with their figures
[Killa Sha]
My entourage. . .thirty guerillas at large
Dudes with nothing to lose that'll tear you apart
In to the beef as soon as it starts, mastered the art
I wore scars. . .be deep in dark
We turn cities into jungles and turn the clubs to the outback
Pressing my team yo I doubt that
I hear niggaz with the mouth, where your heart at
Rocking cold jewels dog you part that
So where you start at my nigga is where you spark that
And where it goes down par is where it's dark at
Hit everything that the red beam mark at
Send hot lead to your ice grill target
The realest in the mist put clips in guns and spit
Road call who the fuck you with
Triple O flagging in thirty below
Heat the room as soon as we blow squeezing the calico
[Chorus: Killa Sha Chanting)
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (QB)
What makes you think huh, what makes you think (Bed-Stuy) huh
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (L.E.S)
What makes you think you could fuck with their figures (Park Hill)
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (Baisley)
What makes you think huh, what makes you think(Wagner) huh
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (Brownsville)
What makes you think you could fuck with their figures
[Angel Dust]
Ayo witness, death picture it in graffic description
Twin mags what a fantastic invention
I had a lot of haters and half of them missing
I warned all them niggaz but half of them listened
I said I had guns that'll make you bend
Deflate you in, scrape you and shake you thin
You know how the love of the money can make you sin
Make you win make new angels take you in
I was in the same jail where they raped you in
Ran in your spot, where they duct taped you in
Put the gat to your ribs the mack to your kids
Spit at the same bars and went back to the crib
You know how I do, kidnap and hide you
Subtract the blood count throw you from a high roof
Yo it's Two-Five nigga we too live nigga
We won't stop bringing it ‘til you die nigga
[Chorus: Killa Sha Chanting]
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (Forty- P)
What makes you think huh, what makes you think (Pollo Grounds) huh
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (Edgemere)
What makes you think you could fuck with their figures (Soundview)
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (Hempstead)
What makes you think huh, what makes you think(Fort Greene) huh
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (Tompkens)
What makes you think you could fuck with their figures
[Tragedy Khadafi]
If you ain't riding fall back with slow gas
I make thugs run up in the bank with no mask
Stick everything from the vault to the teller
The roof to the cellar the bread for the cheddar
Nigga, goodfella in an iceberg sweater
Plus my gat blow y'all should know better
For some reason my lines make thugs stronger
Blow guns and fuck for two hours longer
Y'all chase hoes while we chase dough
Lace with pesos hitting out of State hoes
You know how the gray go flooded with ice
Unconditional love cause we thugs for life
From a side where the grass ain't green it's black
Niggaz go to get sentence and booth their crack
Gon' juggle ready rock up in HDM
When I bubble hit the block in the grey BM
[Chorus: Killa Sha Chanting]
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (Bridgeport)
What makes you think huh, what makes you think (Philly) huh
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (D.C)
What makes you think you could fuck with their figures (Boston)
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (Jersey)
What makes you think huh, what makes you think(Providence) huh
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (VA)
What makes you think you could fuck with their figures
[Low Voice]
[Prodigy: Talking]
Know sometimes you just got to show niggaz how you do things
That shit hurt . . .time will tell like my nigga Iller G always said
I love all my niggaz, I swear cross my heart hope to die (alright)
Hear me out, put a bullet in your mind
[Verse: Prodigy]
Yo thun they caught me from the blind side me the Pee
The one who spread love, me I never shit on my peeps
I never left my dogs out in the cold
I extended my hand with compassion, you extended yours in war
Cool fuck it, y'all snakey mother fuckers
Gonna learn how this nigga rock quiet storm niggaz
Leave you shot for dead, nigga I'll rot your flesh
By myself come for delf and just pop your head
Now have a good night you snake skin bastard
See you at the crossroads faggot
And in the mean time and in between time
Pee will be layed up with more shines, more dollars for more nines
More boxes of talons to put in your spine
You cross me nigga you lost your mind
Scratch that you never knew from the start
So I forgive you, after you die squirmish, shots burneth
[Hook: Prodigy]
Thun the get back, is so sweet
The taste of revenge your blood on the street
It's called payback for that shit you pulled
I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode
Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet
The taste of revenge your blood on the street
It's called payback for that shit you did
Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even BITCH
[Verse: Ammo]
Son we chose life fast, and niggaz kept stuntin'
Had to show our ass straight up explode right fast
It sounds cold but we roll like that
Rippin' rats finished off our path, we was close like that
All them nights that we threw back yak
Who would thought he do me like that straight leave me flat
Niggaz ain't never feed me black, wanna see me clap
Blood filling up the cement crack
Straight snakes and I resent that I fall back try to prevent that
Try not to be bent at, foul atmosphere
Stunning what's happening here
Got me 'bout to dumb out dumping out Macs in here
Niggaz catch a hot one, fucking with Am this year
Wet every man in here vengence lost my senses
Y'all start quarrels I end it
And show up at your wake full of sorrow pretending
To blend in
[Hook: Prodigy]
Thun the get back, is so sweet
The taste of revenge your blood on the street
It's called payback for that shit you pulled
I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode
Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet
The taste of revenge your blood on the street
It's called payback for that shit you did
Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even BITCH
[Verse: Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo I blow holes in ?moschinos?, splash niggaz in they mink ?stoles?
Down to their Kenneth Coles, fuck model bitches center fold
Never love a hoe, you got guns let it go my nigga let it blow
And what had killed you is what you don't know
It's two-five goodfellas gettin' dough
Yo my mom chose dope made love to the needle
I caught 'em fuckin numerous times and turned evil
Back in '89 you can say I'm trapped in tme
Still thirsty like a little nigga dying to sihne
Baby moms said I got issues, too many problems
I rock timbs 'til my socks turn orange
Do a nigga dirty, relate to the unworthy
A young G with Q-T and black shirty
I've been nice since lee pin stripes and britsh knights
Fore' building razor tag and sword fights
Niggaz see the light when they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife
And I'm nice with both, coming at me with the wrong approach
Don't make me Arab neck tie your throat, you bitch nigga!!
[Hook To Fade: Prodigy]
Thun the get back, is so sweet
The taste of revenge your blood on the street
It's called payback for that shit you pulled
I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode
Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet
The taste of revenge your blood on the street
It's called payback for that shit you did
[Intro]
Yeah..
That's that shit right here
If you got some haze... roll that shit up
[Tragedy Khadafi]
To my jailhouse niggas with scars, Allahu Akbar
You learn when you see the keda, Insha Allah
Rest in peace, bagged niggas, hit em up in his car
Lot of serpents get between real niggas with feelins
Fall Back, independent guerillas, we get millions
Take it back, to the arts and crafts, guns and black masks
Cruddy like bloody money, illegal cash
Let me unwrap your turban, you feel like a virgin
Take the V, shopping spree, just go splurgin
Gracious in them pink timbs, your attitude is like I can't win
Mosquitos cover your limbs
I done fell and resurrected, just to perfect it
Armani stripes on my airnights, we on some neck shit
Double R, shotty splash niggas in they mancotti
I rep for Black Gangstas, shit on John Gotti
I spit classics like a 4-Door Mazaradi
The clearest vision, handcuffed, Max-aid prison
Delores Tucker gave me head up in the fed prison
Im feelin like them Black Panthers, niggas still missin
Assada, Cuban refugees in Grenada
Hucci logos on the lamas, lift niggas out they prize
Mahdi's the hood's livest, still in the projects
X5 fly, unidentified objects
Niggas say how you still do it
This gangsta's prolific and he spit that Arabic shit fluent
Was on before Desert Storm, bulletproof gucci
Camouflage Sean John, Lebanon
So, Bless the God, don't Stress the God
Come out them parasucos and finesse my squad
I know it's your first time but it's not that hard
Feel better once you leave this bar, cuz you a star
Put your lips on it, come on, just take *censured*
QB, we call it Kuwait, that old raw shit
Please believe we comin' back with more shit
Please believe we comin' back with more shit
[Right back, right back nigga]
[Outro]
This is hard kid, Littles said like this be the hardest little shit
Yknahimsayin, cuz this shit is real
It's Tragedy Khadafi - reppin' wit my nigga Green Lantern -
all y'all coward ass niggas
put some grease on your motherfuckin' feet and slide, nigga!
Yo -
What it be like?
Niggas want to face-fight, I stay tight, stay right
Get your wig split
Shit that I spit - most accurate
Lex right in back of it
Range on the side of it
Dough, I'm trying to get a lot of it
I rock that exotic shit
Plus spit the hottest shit
Blow trial? Might get the same time Gigante get
Death before dishonor shit
Gangsta persona shit
2-5, Murder Inc. niggas - who I holla wit
When I wanna score, Green Lantern's who I polly wit
Your ‘hood to my projects
Exchange objects
Your guns for my techs
Your Range for my Lex'
From Q.B. to upstate - we control set
I stay splurgin' - head stay wrapped in turban
Game tight like a virgin - Ford Excursion
Nigga how you figure that we don't be reppin'?
Wholesale drugs and weapons in a Dodge Intrepid
What a thug about?
Y'all niggas gettin' slugged out
In the back seat
Showin' the Beast the drug house
I'll cut your tongue out
Mail it to your spouse
If I get knocked, the bail money's under the house
To my thugs in the Dirty South - tear the club up
Masked and gloved up(What we gonna do Trag?)
We gettin' fucked up
For the blood ‘fetti
Hoes and drug ‘fetti
Jump it off, ready for war - we slug ready
Coward ass niggas eat a dick and die slow
And for the record - I love my hoes(Y'all niggas ain't ready)
I respect when you strap packs under your clothes
Chains stay froze - lock and load
Get your money up, shorty - it's the life you chose
What you know about the princess cut - the icicles?
Lick you ‘til your knees get weak and feel crippled
Blood over money - nothing come between my family
Embrace what you give and take what you don't hand me
It's gangsta - 2-5 shit - fuck a Grammy
Nigga
[Intro: Raekwon]
25 to life, aiyo Scram Jones, I'm hearing about you kid
What up, let's pop these niggaz heads the fuck off, man
It's on still, fuck that, let's do it!
[Raekwon]
Let the lead jet, mad chunks of ice on his headset
Pull out them cannons, and let my nigga bed check
Always at war, with good liquor, say something hood rich
Bitch, I'm guarded by them good ninjas
Fresh out them caves of Europe, more slave bengals
Flooded like the stone mizurics
So when you see us, nigga wouldn't knee us
The world's most powerful rap duos, run through like zebra's
Big v's pull up, melt ya skull, grab your whore
We're in your ear, yellin' 'war' when we pull up
Eight eight killas, sorta like the bullocks
The wolf child, lift niggaz faster than sit-ups
So many stick-money gettas, payin' fly Hitlers
This is all made from the pictures
Automatic exchanges, bad boom killas and rangers
Violate me, you'll die in the rain, bitch
[Chorus: samples scratched up]
"You got guns, got guns too"
"Watch me -- shit ain't a game, recognize the G"
"You got guns, got guns too"
"Off seasons, I keeps it gully"
"You got guns, got guns too"
"Cowards in the face, the bullets is burning, actual factual"
"You got guns, got guns too"
"It's going down like that"
[Tragedy Khadafi]
When I write, floods occuring, arks get built
Prophets kneel the crosses, and presidents killed
Churches, synagogues, even mosses filled
Popes and bishops bow down, on one knee they kneel
Streets is talking, e pills shipped in a coffin
Egyptian jewelry, made the dead rise of the tombs
Aborted babies, re-appeared back in the womb
Used to fuck with all types of thugs, all types of drugs
Strapped up, macked up, with all types of slugs
Militant Che Guerrera, three quarter chinchilla
Ask around about the God, homey say I'm the realest
2-5, we gon' ride til the government kill us
Banana clip in the mack, where niggaz act gorilla
The truth is, I'm on some more new and improved shit
Spitting the revolution, allow me to introduce it
I'm legendary, skills in the art of war vary
I feel I'm needed, like the Knicks need Marbury
When I squeeze have the d's go down like the Ferry
Holding my hand, talk to the dead, in cemetaries
That's word to the pain and the blood stain of a dope fiend vein
Leave our mark on the planet, you know we came
Slugs flying, we riding, I ain't doing no bids
Fight a lion with a pocket knife, to feed my kids...
[Intro:]
Let me ask you a question: Have you ever been shackled on a bus?
Are you afraid to die? Most of y'all niggas never did bids. Your hands
never got dirty. Me, myself, I'm a thug - and I live and die for this
shit. 25 To Life - the entity - forever and ever. Yo...
[Imam T.H.U.G.:]
Yo, they label us bastards
Raised in pen maxes
Hydro - blow 'til I burn in platinum ashes
Make it hard for niggas who blast, try and get at this
Two-Five - flooded with thugs in black mas'es
Station me ?, pants sag, divine masters
Comin' with drugs - o.d., your brain's captured
See my life condemned to weed and chrome biscuits
Ghetto sheist' fake emcees and crack infants
Murder one - killer disease my life sentence
Exit one - enter with truth, combined vengeance
Who'd ever think - we could blow and be spectacular?
Thug blazin' my gun, still comin' after ya
Tackle ya - bent, I snatch you out the Acura
Or Lex' bubble - scuffle, rise when you tumble
Bloodsucker - won't be sweet when mine's touch ya
Now pass that - lyrically strapped, attack that
[Chorus x2:]
Yo, black gloves, black mask
Sit at the table like the Maffia and life ya glass
When it's time to go to war, who be the first to blast?
Real niggas shoot first and ask questions last
[Tragedy Khadafi:]
Yo, my last days on the Earth, bury me in the Bridge
My worst fear is a stray bullet killin' a kid
Born and raised where the fiends live
My pops did a state bid
All my niggas is locked and full of hatred
We can't make it
Caught in the beast, tied naked
That's why I spit immortal thug shit on every record
It's thug apparel
Resurrect the crime pharaoh
My thoughts travel
Like hollow tips through the barrel
It's all official
I hold a laser beam tryin' to hit you
My team died and came back, that's how we come to get you
My Arab missile penetratin' through your body tissue
Kidnap your wife and your kids - make it a foul issue
Cime rate, violate, guerrilla mind state
We all tryin' to escape - clappin' at the jakes(pap)
The holy wars - my soul be inside of yours
For all my niggas who brawl - locked behind the walls
For all my niggas who brawl - locked behind the walls
[Chorus x2]
Yo, yo
My life every day livin' Henney and weed
I know I need to slow down my speed
The police break me off with somethin' I don't need
Have me caught up in the law 'til I'm forced to bleed
My niggas fall on the floor and give Allah they plea
While this black cloud follows everywhere I be
Have me scared up in the mirror at the man I see
Flip constantly - 'cause my lady killed my seed
Took his life - 'fore he even had a chance to breathe
Said she killed him 'cause she didn't want him growin' like me
Like the Godfather Part III as far as I see
Try to stop me? I thought we had love, acqui
Older niggas comin' home, younger niggas get stuck
It's like - havin' weed and not havin' a dutch
Type fucked up - knowin' that you could get bucked
Leave the 'hood, try to come back, and then get stuck
Leave the 'hood, try to come back, and then get stuck
[Chorus x2]
My friend is losing his mind... for fear of going insane
My friend is losing his mind... for fear of going insane
My friend is losing his mind... for fear of going insane
Is there nothing in this world, that you love enough?
that you would kill for?
[Verse 1]
My low gold on your chest
Right about your breast
Aint nothing realer in this world then a thugs currest
May god bless every thing your hands can touch
I feel you, like the haze rolled up in the dutch
Cuz you straight like henny in a plast cup
And you will clap a fed if they tried to bag me up
Even war with the D's if they snatch me up
You so tight, plus u keep it real as fuck
You my soul mate, never worry bout other men
My heart was numb, taught a thug how to love again
Your my homie level friend in this love affair never end
Mommy I never break and baby I never end
I give my life and my soul to breathe
You would rather see me live and we raise these seeds
I was lost till you came in my time of need
As we struggle in this world full of lust and greed
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Rashida]
Your the love of my life
No matter what we go through this time
Imma' stand by you so strong
I'm not going no where, imma hold on
[Verse 3: Tragedy]
I love you like a CR date when Niggaz max out
That's why I stay on my grind, never assed out
You realer then these fake thugs when you mash out
The stash house making love till we pass out
[?] girl and i feel you like every borough
I know it's real cuz your movement is so through
You so gully, you funky like blood money
Baby nines' in your coach bag, red buggy
You style out when gizzard heads in my face
Gangsta, you a lady cuz you stay in your place
I respect that, ups and downs we had our set backs
My baby's moms wilin out I had to dead that
Remember times I was flat broke no joke
Young when we met, both our mothers shot dope
The hoods in us, through it all gods with us
you a female version of me thats why its good with us
[Verse 1:]
Define me as the greatest
Came off a year hiatus
Reemerged on the scene draped in the latest
My third eye shine when the Ds try to invade us
Ambidextrous my gun hand switch just like fate is
Infiltrators and haters bless the earth
And the mothers who made us
Real shit I submit to my creator
Watchin Feds watchin me and possibly
The god be laying up in the palace sippin on Dom P
Queens servin me salad the most violent
The one MCs fear to challenge
When apprehended by the beast my code of silence
We exist in a war of violence
Just a glimpse inside a gangster mind, my true talent
A revelation for this thug nation
For the fans patiently waiting I spit it hotter than Satan
Making the streets form and join my congregation
Yeah, the thug nation
[Hook:]
The trial is to feel that I'm in a race win it
Benz pedal to the medal till my breathe diminish
Alpha to Omega man till the cycle is finished
Life still moves on and the earth is still spinnin
What I spit make the dead raise up and start livin
Facing the man in the mirror existence is clearer
What it's worth true purpose, Modern Day Che Guevara
What it's worth true purpose, Modern Day Che Guevara
[Verse 2:]
Your Highness in every line is
Spontaneous combustion from the mind is
Just a young dude with the wisdom like the old timers
I let the beat the dictate my mind state
On any given day, trust me the real relate
Like violators going down state, we migrate
The crime rate increases, when I release the illest thesis
The beast love eating dark meat, endangered species
And right about now my style is like the biblical times
Burnin bushes red seas partin as I recline
Submittin to the most high, embracin all my nines
True story, forever shine but in due time
Bear witness a thugs drama I switch the aura holdin a torah
Ridin shotgun in the impala
Thoughts of slayin?,
Black Hand the Vatican Third World the 'sama
Time ta seperate the real from the fraudulent
Cause being broke is too intense
See the world through Armani specs
It's the struggle and revolution that I represent
And I'm just playing my part, layin getting bent
And I'm just playing my part, just layin getting bent
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
The All Eye seein, Whatever happened to the art of MC'in
And rappers steady G'in as I hold a Mic tight
Open my eyes mind free in the zone
94 million miles away from home my throne made of chrome
Was a young one lost in the hood, now that I'm grown
Seein life with a realer purpose
Counterfeit spirits they fear it cause they just show the surface
And time'll tell, I seen some warriors die in a cell
Broken hearted, daily departed they soul just fell
Outside under the spell
My rhymes sacred like the Arch, or the covenant
The streets lovin it, arrest the president
Overthrowin' a dark government
Allustrious the gods flow, it's similar to dutches
Perfectly wrapped around dro
Street scholar like honorable Elijah Muhammad
Without the nation of Farrakhan movin behind it
Accurate timin with nines in the minks linen
Reinstated though I'm constantly hated I'm still shinin
The greatest story never told
But now manifested on a desert scroll, The arms I hold
Never stressin, Mic's I'm blessin the truth unfolds
Tragedy Khadafi!
The Foul Mahdi!
Life's a bitch - we open her up like C-sections
Pour liquor on the asphalt for my dogs restin'
It's foul sport - you get iced with the Wesson
Pay attention - my nigga, learn a lesson
Rule one: never pull out guns and don't bust 'em
Your dog can't look you in the eye, don't trust 'im
Be the same niggas that'll split you like dutches
Try to flame niggas when they get you in they clutches
You talk like a gangsta, walk like a gangsta
Watch for them haters - they tryin' to get your paper
The streets is a foul thing, a wild thing
You wasn't locked in Sing Sing - you just love to sting
How you a thug nigga - and you scared of the bing?
I'ma tell y'all niggas one thing
(Ya heard me?)
You was hot 'til we dropped and reduced your fever
Heir to this thug shit like Julius Caesar
[Chorus:]
All my convicts, felony thugs, forever on the run
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Where you eat food, snatch plate, wherever drama come
Live by the gun, die by the gun
When it jump off - make it pop, you be the only one
Live by the gun, die by the gun
In this game of life - play hard, you only got one
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Yo - every man bleed like I do, so why fear you?
That bullshit you throwin' at me - I can't hear you
But what I throw back - something that you can feel
Teflon emerge from steel - shit is real
A fishscale, verbally ill - no cut
Hip-hop nearly lost its form until I struck
Been rappin' since crack was packed in tall capsules
Now I rock platinum chains and ice statues
Guerrilla gat - combat rap - shit'll blast you
I cock back and squeeze - what you fools gonna do?
Just a copy of Mahdi - graft like Yacub
My niggas on 162
Makin' pie
P.R. savage, Lincoln Hall in Comstock
A flock of birds stash crib soon as you touch ground
You know my homies gotta live, yo burn it down
You know my homies gotta live, yo burn it down
[Chorus]
You either end up dead or some vegetables
While we escape with the extraterrestrials
2-5 embassy - now who next to lose?
Mahdi, Khadafi, your highness will rule
Carnivorous thug - digest your food
It's like the Art of War volume two
Underworld shit
Duct tape, kidnap rap, clap your girl shit
You got trees, then twirl it
My niggas 'url wit'
Iceberg velour suits and suede moccasins
Air niggas out - deprive them of their oxygen
My raps - blowin' the world off its axis
Ignitin' like matches - burnin' the illest graphics
In Morocco in the drop with the top low
Me against the world - still I can't be stopped, though
My hoes like to ride on top and rock slow
I flame-throw - my chain glow like a rainbow
[incoming ladies voice singing]
You don't want it, you don't want it
Standing all types of heat
You don't need it, you don't need it
No longer will you eat
You live for the street, this boy fights for life
And we gonna show you tonight
[Tragedy]
Yo Mahdi, M-A-H-D-I
Live and Let die whether you Blood or Nieta
Arab Necha
Two hits in dashiki
Camel Clutch like Goldberg move deeply
You heard of me foul Mahdi get left leaky
Prophecy El Khadafi like Salaci
Black gangster, 2-5 rhymes'll fall
Bounce back like MJ, off the wall
Yo ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Triple-O, when you see him in the streets, blood rush
Yo platinum gats, scratched of serial numbers
Yo we gun runners, playing your hood with green Hummers
Shoot-out for two summers, Yo in the winter we lay up
Hennesy straight with no chaser
Trial with the suede blazer
After the first hearing
Murder the witness like you blaze her
Nectel with the Sprint pager
Yo, yo
You minor league playing the bench, we all major
Yo, Noreaga a.k.a. Nore-faker
Beat biter, rhyme style taker
Animaniac get clapped with foul gat
Send you whole skeleton back to Iraq
[background voice]
Hahaha, send em back son
send em back son
Lebanon, Bosnia
All that, y'all remember it
[Imam THUG]
Yeah... that real shit...
Imam Thug, burstin' out the coccoon, like that
Apples just droppin' from the tree
That's a'ight though...
Yo, yo yo yo yo
I'll be the last man standing in the middle of a major war
B.C. - cavemen and dinosaurs
Laws were unlike mine and yours
They got some type of shit they put up in your fuckin' drawers
Try to feel 'em out - figure out the major flaws
Thinkin' I could catch one in the back of Mecca halls
See my face posted in about a hundred stores
Missing - last seen at the ?lab? convention
Time-warp coincides with the mic cord
Savage beast - each trait meet
[Tragedy Khadafi]
We('re) like Neanderthals trapped in ice to be precise
Microchip in your body like Blood of Christ
I fast forty days and pray for forty nights
Return to the essence of Life for all life
Conceived in the Earth and placed upon walls
Resting in the pyramid, wake when night falls
Bless me with the gat and clips to be injected
To the next life it changed my whole perspective
Slaughtering my children - Gentiles and Romans
I'm holding - swords and gats for evil omens
Mark of the beast imprint were being sewed in
To the last day they say - world exploding
1999 ?null refined?
Internet web control your whole mind
My third eye shine insight to lead the blind
A hundred and forty-four thousand more crimes
A fugitive who's wanted by feds of all kinds
For waking up thugs and showing them true signs
True signs(true signs)
For the blind
Two-Five, forever shine
Been on this planet for 25 years but still bleeding
Internally - trapped in Hell but still breathing
Caught up in the Empire State - Garden of Eden
Millennia surround my life for wrong reasons
I didn't ask to be here, god, see I was placed
Amongst Canaanites with six carved in face
Holding all the gods up north behind gates
Amorites ruling the world and all states
True lies coming from tongues of true snakes
La ilaha la ila Allah
Gomar Oz Dubar
We shine like North Star
CNN - Two-Five forever
[ad libs]
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Clue?...
Politically aware... for all the DJs out there...
Yo, yo, put this in your cassette and get your thug on
The new joint, comin' through...
Khadafi, officially, the Next Life
Just a sample of guerrilla coalition, strongarm into the rap industry,
what?
Band together, rap alliance, New World rap cats
Third World guerrilla cats
Khadafi, officially, the Next Life
New York ist die Welt, und das Rapgame ist das Spiel des Lebens. So oder ähnlich
denken zumindest die Rapper aus den Ghettos des Big Apple, wenn sie nicht selten
einen Anfall von Größenwahn bekommen. Deswegen hat auch fast jedes Viertel seine
eigene Bezeichnung. Staten Island, Heimat des Wutang Clan, heißt dann auch nur noch
stilecht Shaolin, und die Queensbridge Projects werden Mitte der Neunziger von
Capone-N-Noreaga mit dem Kampfgebiet Irak gleichgesetzt, um den Kriegsähnlichen
Zustand der Ghettos zu beschreiben. Songs wie "Iraq (See The World)" oder
der Kuwait-Remix von "LA, LA" vom 97er Klassiker "The War
Report" sprechen eine deutliche Sprache. Doch damit nicht genug, Emcees aller
Coloeur benutzen dazu oft coole Charaktere aus Filmen oder der Zeitgeschichte.
Scarface, gespielt von Al Pacino aus dem gleichnamigen Gangsterfilm, und (Al) Capone
decken die Mafiosi-Seite ab, um ihre harte Thug/Gangsta-Attitude zu verdeutlichten.
Wem es mehr um politische oder geistige Militanz geht, nennt man sich halt nach
einem bekannten General. Noreaga, Mussolini oder eben Tragedy Khadafi sind
Paradebeispiele dafür. Kein Wunder also, dass diese drei Personen aus dem
"Irak" stammen und maßgeblich an "The War Report" beteiligt
sind. Während Noreaga nur mit diesem Decknamen berühmt wird, hat Tragedy Khadafi
noch eine andere, musikalische Vergangenheit. Seine erste Schritte im Hip Hop macht
unter er dem Synonym Tragedy.Doch zuerst muss Percy Cole IV einige üble Erlebnisse
durchstehen. Seine Kindheit/Jugend ist typisch für die eines Schwarzen in Amerika.
Ein Leben voller Elend auf den Straßen der Queensbridge Housing Projects. Seine
Mutter spritzt sich Heroin und der Stiefvater vergewaltigt seinen Bruder und seine
Schwester. Der junge Percy muss Essen klauen,um nicht zu verhungern. Wegen
Drogendealerei sitzt er eine zeitlang mit den Rapkollegen Black Rob und DMX im Knast
auf Rikers Island. Doch Percy findet einen Weg aus der Misere, die Hip
Hop-Kultur.Erste Texte hat er bereits mit 12 Jahren Mitte der 80er geschrieben, und
gibt sich selber den Namen Tragedy. Ende der 80er kommt man im Rapgame am
Produzenten Marley Marl nicht vorbei. Besonders dann nicht, wenn man auch noch wie
Marl aus Queensbridge stammt. Und so darf Tragedy auf Marls "In Control Volume
One" ein paar Zeilen rappen. Danach darf man ihn sogar zur legendären
Juice-Crew zählen, der auch Marley Marl selbst, sowie gestandene Emcees wie Big
Daddy Kane, MC Shan und Biz Markie angehören. Tragedy muss sich bei so vielen
Rappern eine Nische suchen. Biz Markie deckt die Spaß-Fraktion ab, Big Daddy Kane
die des Super-Thugs und Frauenliebling, und MC Shan ist der Battle-Emcee (Man
erinnere nur an die legendären, lyrischen Auseinandersetzungen mit Krs-One). Doch
Tragedy findet seinen Weg, als er mit der Nubian Nation in Verbindung kommt.Bei
diesen lernt er die Knowledge Of Self. Wissen ist Macht. Er wird tief in das Black
Consciousness-Gedankengut hineingezogen. Mit Songs wie "Arrest The
President" und "I'm Black And I'm Proud" vom 90er Debut
"Intelligent Hoodlum" macht er seinen Standpunkt klar. "Ich wollte
der ganzen Welt erzählen, dass der schwarze Mann gerecht und der Weiße der Teufel
ist." Doch Message-Rap ist halt nicht populär, so dass sich Tragedy's Debut
nicht sonderlich gut verkauft. Auch der Nachfolger "Tragedy-Saga Of A Hoodlum
'93" wird nicht unbedingt ein Verkaufsschlager. Deprimiert landet Tragedy dank
Zuhälterei mitten in einem Bandenkrieg und wird dabei angeschossen. Seitdem trägt
Tragedy eine kugelsichere Weste und startet einen weiteren Versuch im Rapgame.
Diesmal jedoch als harter Straßenpoet. "I'm Still for Black Power. I'm still A
Revolutionist, but I've always been for the Street." Die Idee, das thematische
Konzept für CNN steht seit 1993, doch erst zwei Jahre später kommt der Stein ins
Rollen. Er gründet sein eigenes Label Label 25 To Life und holt sich mit Capone und
Noreaga zwei Mitstreiter aus Queensbridge ins Boot. Da im Hip Hop die Streetpromo
sehr wichtig ist, engagiert Tragedy den Radio-DJ Stretch Armstrong, der die erste
Single "LA, LA" heftig auf seinen Plattentellern rotieren lässt. 65000
Einheiten gehen über den Ladentisch, für eine Independent-Produktion hervorragende
Zahlen.Doch der Track wird auch durch den damaligen Westcoast-Eastcoast-Zwist
begünstigt, denn "LA, LA" ist eine zynische Antwort auf "New York,
New York" von Snoop und seinem Dogg Pound. Anderthalb Jahre später kommt das
Debut "The War Report" von Capone-N-Noreaga auf den Markt. Tragedy, der
sich jetzt den Zusatz Khadafi gibt, geht wieder etwas unter, obwohl er immerhin ein
Drittel der Raps zur Platte beisteuert. Der Hauptaugenmerk liegt auf dem Duo
Capone-N-Noreaga. Das mag auch, trotz des Erfolges, der Grund gewesen sein, warum es
später zum Beef zwischen Tragedy und Noreaga kommt. Der Streit findet mit Tragedys
"Blood Type" und Noreagas "Half Way Thugs II" ihren Höhepunkt.
Gerüchte machen die Runde, dass Tragedy Geld von CNN gestohlen haben soll. Andere
dagegen behaupten, Noreaga wäre Tragedy mit seinem Penalty Records-Deal in den
Rücken gefallen.Das ist aber im Sommer 2001 alles Schnee von gestern, denn Tragedy
Khadafi veröffentlicht nach diversen Maxis sein drittes Soloalbum "Against All
Odds". Man kann nur hoffen, dass Tragedy endlich die Lorbeeren erntet, die er
seit langem verdient. Doch die Konkurrenz im eigenen Lager ist groß. Seine
Queensbridge-Nachbarn Nas, Mobb Deep, Srewball, CNN, Cormega und Nature wollen alle
ihr Stück vom Rapkuchen. So ist es nicht verwunderlich, dass innere Reibereien nicht
ausbleiben. "QB is just one Project, This Ain't A Borough, this ain't a Town.
People See Each Other All The Time". Tragedy und Nature sind übrigens die
einzigen Rapper, die noch in Queensbridge wohnen.2001 Against All
Odds1993 Tragedy-Saga Of A Hoodlum1990 Intelligent Hoodlum
[Tragedy]
Yo it's plain to see
You can't change me
Cuz I'm going to be a thug for life [x2]
[Headrush Napoleon]
Yo, ayyo Headrush blow up the spot like a nuclear missile
And leave your brain in flame like hemoiltissue
Off the handle with this
You don't wanna ramble with this
I kick rappers, ram them and beat them to shambles and shit
With a touch of class, every side of his ass
Saw straight though him, his whole persona was glass
Masking tape to create the desire affect
Pull out your fingernails where the pair of pliers direct
Sex on the beach
Nah this is rape on the concrete
Oh you don't care yeah
Well your victim is your aunty
Is that a soft spot
Ya niggas is sweet like a cough drop
You ain't ready like a virgin
Try two hands off cock
I'm feeling floss, pop pain
Piss more than rain
Hold the world for ransom
Until the lord put it in claim
What would be rightfully his before rightfully mine?
Is double-o supernatural when I writing each rhyme
[Chorus]
My niggas bring war with this
You don't want it, you don't want it
Standing all types of heat
You don't need it, you don't need it
No longer will you eat
You live for the street, this boy fights for life
And we gonna show you tonight
[Tragedy]
Yo Mahdi, M-A-H-D-I
Live and Let die whether you Blood or Nieta
Arab Necha
Two hits in dashiki
Camel Clutch like Goldberg move deeply
You heard of me foul Mahdi get left leaky
Prophecy El Khadafi like Salaci
Black gangster, 2-5 rhymes'll fall
Bounce back like MJ, off the wall
Yo ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Triple-O, when you see him in the streets, blood rush
Yo platinum gats, scratched of serial numbers
Yo we gun runners, playing your hood with green Hummers
Shoot-out for two summers, Yo in the winter we lay up
Hennesy straight with no chaser
Trial with the suede blazer
After the first hearing
Murder the witness like you blaze her
Nectel with the Sprint pager
Yo, yo
You minor league playing the bench, we all major
Yo, +Noreaga a.k.a. Nore-faker+
Beat biter, rhyme style taker
Animaniac get clapped with foul gat
+Send you're whole skeleton back to Iraq+
[Chorus]
[Tragedy]
Yo, yo
Thug for life 2-5 Arabian night
Till the world freeze over in ice, thug paradise
Be precise burn a Dutch down with Christ
Till the most time read me my rights
Blood type be those grimy niggas don't fear no man
Kill a nation with a wave of a hand throw their signs
Yo my insight delighted with crime, lead the blind
Revolutionist, trap behind though enemies lines
Put one into his rib cage, two in his mask
Yo, Mahdi calico flow with black mask
Blowing holes in your expo, shattering glass
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga acted up, first nigga get slugged out
You try to infiltrate my plan tried to stop my sales
Realize that a dead man tale no tales
No retreat, no surrender, we never forfeit
Yo, gorilla thug sending high slugs up in your orbit
gorilla thug sending high slugs up in your orbit
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo Yo Peep the black Moses
Literature in pure dosage
From the landscape of Kuwait jakes and vultures
Too many of us lose focus
Due to the fact that we all just a bunch of soldiers
foul cultures
Funny how the streets mold us
Allah told us in the cages where they hold us
Its much colder
Then babies follow our footsteps the way we rep
They model us leave a richer nigga dead and wet though
We learn the same jewels but it seems we forget though
Yeah
Shoulda knew what love is before we learn what a thug is
Know we left our seeds to be raised by they mothers
I seen the hood raise brothers
Kill too many of us
A thin line between the haters and the ones who love us
A thinner line from the freedom and the foul judges
In the streets where the snake niggas hold grudges
[Chorus #1]
[Nas]
Music make this thug calm down
Music make this thug.....calm down
Music make this thug calm down
Music make this thuuuug.....calm down
Yeah
[Nas]
Yo Yo
I know you hate to hear the drama but drama's all we know
We laugh with the rich cats when they leave we switch back
Somebody asked yo how he get that with his bitch ass
Comin' through on the humble just to chit chat
He used to be down on the corner with us
He was born with niggas but know he's on to mad figgas
With mad bitches a sharp dresser
Cool nigga but about to be called out
By the heart testers never known for bustin his chrome
Wasn't soft but wasn't respected till he was grown
School he graduated somebody you could say had made it
While we stayed in the projects walking the pavement
Everybody has their ups and downs
But this one kid had stayed rich while we slang the grave shifts
I'm tired of it said a cat whose name I'mma leave anonymous
Cuz he might take it as some kind of dis
Anyway he saw him driving up inside the projects
Tried to stick him but he got bodied in the process
The victor had become the victim
Thought he had a smooth nigga caught but a smooth nigga licked him
[Chorus #2]
[Nas]
All the way doooooown
Music make these thuuuugs...calm down
Music make these thugs calm down
Music make these thuuuugs...calm down
[Noreaga]
Yo Jose Luis gotcha golden guns Frank Sinatra
Amigo sancha all on the scene with menacla
Fajardo Bayamon me and Ramon
Chrome K-Tone back to San Juan my pops home
Sit on the throne like a king of my kind
Take mine genuine laced up laid up
Yo ?Que Pasa? ven aqui yo you and your hijo
Perico Puerto Rico Manny's hijo Chico
He kept his heat low by his feet though
Came with mami chula grande cula
Little menuda smoke buddah fatty bangin' plus the bitch cuta
Que linda you should seened her
Iraq rush ya premises the nemesis
Drinkin Guinesses What! for Revelation on the Genesis
The Nazis and worn papi call up Khadafi
I'm on today we stayin' bent all day
And put the lye out in your mug like ashtray
Cabron! Castellano too many people in my cypher bloody up my visiano
Too much weakness the German secret laid my pregame down
You just a hijo slap you with the black heat though
I'm all about my clique blowin' up people showin' up
CNN What! we want the gold nothin less
Buddah bless me caress me bitches here too sex me
Undress me suck me off Crunch much like a Nestle
Suck it off suck it off suck it off suck me off
Long live the Mahdi, 2-5 the Arab Nazi
Hydraulic stash wood grain dash where the Glocks be
Older God is back shutting down microwave rap
Serving the game wit that gourmet, exotic hood tray
Guerilla rap, when I strike is like combat
Aristocrat, Ghetto Diplomat
In fact I ride hard like 300 Spartans flying carpets
Israeli gun, vultures eating on their dead carcass
King Solomon swagga, Purple Heart violent, keep my grass low
Venomous snakes will hold daggers
I'm a champion, title hold and soul controller
Ayatollah when I roll up challenge any team of solo
Hardcore, heart so soft, fly women adore
Slang Cadillac doors when I touch the floor
Roll out the red carpet, Queens is who the FEDS target
Emaculate G's, Crime Legacy in your market
Tragedy Khadafi!
The Foul Mahdi!
Life's a bitch - we open her up like C-sections
Pour liquor on the asphalt for my dogs restin'
It's foul sport - you get iced with the Wesson
Pay attention - my nigga, learn a lesson
Rule one: never pull out guns and don't bust 'em
Your dog can't look you in the eye, don't trust 'im
Be the same niggas that'll split you like dutches
Try to flame niggas when they get you in they clutches
You talk like a gangsta, walk like a gangsta
Watch for them haters - they tryin' to get your paper
The streets is a foul thing, a wild thing
You wasn't locked in Sing Sing - you just love to sting
How you a thug nigga - and you scared of the bing?
I'ma tell y'all niggas one thing
(Ya heard me?)
You was hot 'til we dropped and reduced your fever
Heir to this thug shit like Julius Caesar
[Chorus:]
All my convicts, felony thugs, forever on the run
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Where you eat food, snatch plate, wherever drama come
Live by the gun, die by the gun
When it jump off - make it pop, you be the only one
Live by the gun, die by the gun
In this game of life - play hard, you only got one
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Yo - every man bleed like I do, so why fear you?
That bullshit you throwin' at me - I can't hear you
But what I throw back - something that you can feel
Teflon emerge from steel - shit is real
A fishscale, verbally ill - no cut
Hip-hop nearly lost its form until I struck
Been rappin' since crack was packed in tall capsules
Now I rock platinum chains and ice statues
Guerrilla gat - combat rap - shit'll blast you
I cock back and squeeze - what you fools gonna do?
Just a copy of Mahdi - graft like Yacub
My niggas on 162
Makin' pie
P.R. savage, Lincoln Hall in Comstock
A flock of birds stash crib soon as you touch ground
You know my homies gotta live, yo burn it down
You know my homies gotta live, yo burn it down
[Chorus]
You either end up dead or some vegetables
While we escape with the extraterrestrials
2-5 embassy - now who next to lose?
Mahdi, Khadafi, your highness will rule
Carnivorous thug - digest your food
It's like the Art of War volume two
Underworld shit
Duct tape, kidnap rap, clap your girl shit
You got trees, then twirl it
My niggas 'url wit'
Iceberg velour suits and suede moccasins
Air niggas out - deprive them of their oxygen
My raps - blowin' the world off its axis
Ignitin' like matches - burnin' the illest graphics
In Morocco in the drop with the top low
Me against the world - still I can't be stopped, though
My hoes like to ride on top and rock slow
I flame-throw - my chain glow like a rainbow
[Chorus]
[Intro: Raekwon]
25 to life, aiyo Scram Jones, I'm hearing about you kid
What up, let's pop these niggaz heads the fuck off, man
It's on still, fuck that, let's do it!
[Raekwon]
Let the lead jet, mad chunks of ice on his headset
Pull out them cannons, and let my nigga bed check
Always at war, with good liquor, say something hood rich
Bitch, I'm guarded by them good ninjas
Fresh out them caves of Europe, more slave bengals
Flooded like the stone mizurics
So when you see us, nigga wouldn't knee us
The world's most powerful rap duos, run through like zebra's
Big v's pull up, melt ya skull, grab your whore
We're in your ear, yellin' 'war' when we pull up
Eight eight killas, sorta like the bullocks
The wolf child, lift niggaz faster than sit-ups
So many stick-money gettas, payin' fly Hitlers
This is all made from the pictures
Automatic exchanges, bad boom killas and rangers
Violate me, you'll die in the rain, bitch
[Chorus: samples scratched up]
"You got guns, got guns too"
"Watch me -- shit ain't a game, recognize the G"
"You got guns, got guns too"
"Off seasons, I keeps it gully"
"You got guns, got guns too"
"Cowards in the face, the bullets is burning, actual factual"
"You got guns, got guns too"
"It's going down like that"
[Tragedy Khadafi]
When I write, floods occuring, arks get built
Prophets kneel the crosses, and presidents killed
Churches, synagogues, even mosses filled
Popes and bishops bow down, on one knee they kneel
Streets is talking, e pills shipped in a coffin
Egyptian jewelry, made the dead rise of the tombs
Aborted babies, re-appeared back in the womb
Used to fuck with all types of thugs, all types of drugs
Strapped up, macked up, with all types of slugs
Militant Che Guerrera, three quarter chinchilla
Ask around about the God, homey say I'm the realest
2-5, we gon' ride til the government kill us
Banana clip in the mack, where niggaz act gorilla
The truth is, I'm on some more new and improved shit
Spitting the revolution, allow me to introduce it
I'm legendary, skills in the art of war vary
I feel I'm needed, like the Knicks need Marbury
When I squeeze have the d's go down like the Ferry
Holding my hand, talk to the dead, in cemetaries
That's word to the pain and the blood stain of a dope fiend vein
Leave our mark on the planet, you know we came
Slugs flying, we riding, I ain't doing no bids
Fight a lion with a pocket knife, to feed my kids...
[Chorus]
[Cam'Ron]
Uh, thug shit, Killa Cam, thug shit Yo, yo
I want my steak with a funky dame
Honey claim cash like the Money Train
Faces of death, eatin monkey brain
Chunky change, call it, iced out and flawless
For all my niggas upstate with food inside the toilet
Yo I'm like Hoffa, mixed with Sinatra
La costa nostra, dude packed a toaster
True motherfuckers, y'all blew it motherfuckers
Told you how we do it, stupid motherfucker
I chew motherfuckers, know how I do it motherfuckers
Lay your block down when I come through it motherfuckers
Niggaz want murders, maybe I'll call
Ladies'll fall, yo we killin babies and all
I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage
Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggot
Your mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habits
Oh, look at they karats
[Killa Sha]
Paint the picture, 2-5-2 killa scripture
Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives
Try to survive in this frontline with mines
Deep, but I'm in the minds of foul men
Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash
Kinda hard to let this good shit pass
So I dabble in it, heads eat and killa sin it
Ya bitch niggaz wanna get in it but can't fit it
Many is callin, but few is chosin
And them faggot ass niggaz thats holdin, ain't goin
Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body
Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break
A warning to the fakes (true that)
Play the dark and brought to the light
Lift up your dress for spite
Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights
Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight
Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega
Rhyme slayer, down with the QB mayor
[RZA]
Clear the interference...Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo clear the interference, special guest appearance
Terms of endearment...(echoes)
Clear the interference, special guest appearnace
Terms of endearment, fresh like Wrigley Spearmint
Purse pincher, I'm underground like the Earth Ninja
A bag of wet be my only mental thirst quencher
I move slow on your mob, like The Blob
To gobble up every square inch quarter yard
Peach cobbler rap, Syberian panex
Ginseng gets clacks, six-pack, battery pack
Keep on goin and goin, devil knit this sewin
MC's on the mic are takin flight like the Boeing
Our bitch Jamie Sommers got the hot pink Hummer
Plus I just bought a fat loaf of bread from Wonder
Clan expands we outnumber every grain of sand in Sudan
Flash the Wu logo on your hand
Cats be talkin, Bobby I ain't feelin ya
But I bet if I was peelin your cap back with a two shot Dillinger
Hot lead released from my cylinder
You'd be talkin bout Bobby I'm feelin ya!
My intensity is the devil high density
Make you serve a century in Killa Bee penitentiary
Razor blade Papermate, cut through pages
Cough up a lung and you spit like twelve gauges
Elohim, black gods live from Queens
Shaolin Island has been quarantined!
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo, yo, who's responsible for the Oklahoma Bombing?
I shot Kennedy, fleed the crime scene jogging
Feds knew I did it still gave me a pardon
For the way 2-5 just repped at the Garden
Clappin D-T's and kidnapped the sargeant
Blazin warrants, squadrons, all departments
Sneak heat through customs, secret compartments
Spit that mobster god shit, crime squad shit
Cock back with ease and squeeze on my targets
Can't be destroyed by plague or epidemic
Cripple any society, triple O menace
Level 48 and the Feds rockin sneakers
Tear through y'all weak crews with heat seakers
When we clap, bodies get rapped like fajitas
Fowl Jesus, resurrect the crime thesis
Platinum chain with baguette, prop the pieces
Shorties call Khadafi, a foul papi
Won't stop till the world immortalize Machti
Arab-nazi, bulletproof Armani rain suits
Skull and crossbone get blown with deuce-deuce
I rep for bing mobsters mad at life
Shootin videos in Sing Sing via satellite
War tactics, with gats under the matress
[Verse 1]
What's really good, homie? Be gracious, my nigga it's nothin
Gizzardheads cluckin', every other day niggaz is buckin'
It's Baby G, tryin to put my coat and put me on to somethin'
Heard the Word of Mouf, niggaz on the other side stuntin'
Said you gettin' rich, left the hood style switched up
You wealthy, they wanna get you stitched up and sticked up
He said you know I'm ridin' wit you, cuz I don't give a fuck
I'm thinkin to myself, why these savages wanna force hand
I ain't got time for this shit, plus I'm a grown man
I fell back, 745 gray I
He must of read my mind, when he looked me dead in my eye
And said: 'send the wolves at 'em, see if niggaz really wanna die'
I know your style, you's an O-G, and you don't stress that
The Only thing they know, where yo baby mom's rest at
[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, yo
We now up in a building, I'm stuck, really not knowin'
That's when shorty turned his gun on me, then he started blowin'
I started leakin, hearin niggaz comin down the stairs speakin
Barely movin, fadin in and out, but I'm still breathin
Old ladies peakin out the windows callin precincts
This little nigga set me up, contemplatin' the reasons
Snake thug, funny how I showed this nigga love
Made my way out, I jumped in my V, covered in blood
Felt my neck, ?? must of caught me in a scuffle
I'm losin blood rapidly, I know I'm in trouble
My vision blurry as I drive, gotta make it out the 'Bridge
Know too much about these niggaz, they can't let me live
But fuck it, I'm not dyin, back rounds, I hear sirens
That's when I black out, ran the curb and hit the hydren
[Verse 3]
In my eyesight, seein' white lights, my life flashes
Funny, how these niggaz tried to murder my ass
They set me up, like we never did dirt in the past
and ICU, sign myself out the hospital fast
Handle my handle, my man's pull up, guns in his stash
Loaded weapons on the Grand Central, hit the hood in 60 seconds
Fuck, niggaz slept on the God, like I was never reppin'
Make a right, 40th Ave., that's when I smile and laugh
Load my techs three quarters down, that's when the guns blast
Black glove, black mask, rappidly buckin
Love is love, niggaz guns blowin, homie its nothin
Got these cowards hoppin over fences, runnin and duckin
Four pound, have them chokin on blood, huggin the ground
When my niggaz grabbed both arms and turned him around
Looked him in his eyes, cocked back and finally laced him
Coward ass, I'm a lay em fast, send him to Satan
[Outro]
Oh oh oh oh...here we go..
AK-47, the very best days
When you absolutely, positively gotta kill every motherfucker in the room
[talking]
Ma this song is for you...cuz i love you
My tears fall on the paper as i write this ryme
Its like somewhere in my life a part of me died
And through my eyes a forgotten pain...rott in vain
Escapin the hell fire runnin from flames
Seein moms on the kitchen floor
Not knowin that the dope she injected this time was to raw
Saw myself trapped in the womb tryin to get out
Consumed by this hell flamed pain i spit out
On the day we rest may our souls be free
I aint mad cuz this world made a cole like me
I forgive her cuz my mother gave us all she could
Just another black girl lost enslaved by the hood
I would trade my existance to give you breath
Guess the only guarantes in this life is death
As I look around seein im the last one left
And the things i cant change I just gotta accept
[hook: sang by Joya]
I dont wanna wait for our lives to be over
I wanna know right now whats it gonna be
And I dont wanna wait for our lives to be over
I wanna know right now can we all be free
Watchin the heat throdle on trail cuz niggaz is tellin
My rap sheet be the novel of a predicate felon
D.A. narrator of a story untold
Homicide found some evidence the truth unfold
Painten pictures for the jury that my heart seem cold
Let me explain
This life nearly drove me insane
Cell 33 i block lay in the flat
Eatin jack mack to far cant turn back
Niggaz rather see you layin on the coroners table
Unprepared for the war an even more disabled
Turn they backs on you slay you like Kane did Able
Heard took two in the chest an one in his navel
See my mom chose dope my pop chose the pipe
So I ryme like a triple beam balance in life
Hope the scale lean on my side so i can prevail
Most of us lay in the casket or locked in jail
Urban warfare guerilla combat
I seen a bullet tear a niggaz head off upon contact
So pour some Henny out for those not comin back
I pour this Henny out for my nigga killa black
[Singing by B-Minor]
My days and nights are getting longer
We can make it on these corners
I cant take it anymore death is knockin at my door
Will my whole life pass me by
I try to escape when I get high
I dont no if I will survive
Will I live or will I die
I dont wanna wait
[hook: sang by Joya]
I dont wanna wait for our lives to be over
I wanna know right now whats it gonna be
And I dont wanna wait for our lives to be over
I wanna know right now can we all be free
The criminal way a foul price to pay
Another dark day reminisin on ty yey
19 dead plus had baby on the way
Its real shit chicken heads they dont be feelin shit
Pain runs deep in my life
It just reveals it late night
Im jumpin out the bed in cold sweat
Drippen wet playin my gate wit cigerette
Up north six months an aint seen my girl yet
She wrote me once told me she was doin her thing
Wrote her back told her live her life by all means
Peep game cuz things aint as real as it seems
Slit her own moms throat for the taste of cream
Had my man dead up for the chedda time will come
But she bounced down south an took my son
If I could reach out an touch her she just get bucked
But im locked out stressed out mad as fuck
and I down wanna wait
[hook x3: sang by Joya]
I dont wanna wait for our lives to be over
I wanna know right now whats it gonna be
And I dont wanna wait for our lives to be over
[Intro]
[Gunshot]
'Queensbridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queensbridge and we don't play'
'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'
'Queensbridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queensbridge and we don't play'
'My, my poetry's deep'
[Chorus x2]
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
[Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
[Verse 1: Christ Castro]
Yo, the name's Castro, I'm out for pesos
Fuck sitting on my ass like you couch potatos
While you watch wrestlin', smellin what the rock is cookin
I'm in the crackhouse and rock is cookin
Been, locked in macks, with lots of bookings
Beat a nigga down, fuck if them cops is lookin!
Put that heater down son, cuz if you had to pop you wouldn't
You would show up every shortcake topped with pudding
Soft ass nigga, sweet ass nigga
I'ma torch that nigga, peep that nigga
R.I.P. that nigga, ????
See, I'm that nigga, my four fingers on that trigger
Beef me, you better pawn that vigor and buy some guns
'fore they find your lungs on your doormat nigga
Cuz I pack price that'll flush all your organs out
Make yo fam cut the price in your coffin out
Blood drip when the force come out
Slugs rip thru a nigga face blowin large portion out
Talkin bout, you mu'fuckers swear you live, through homicide
come and talk you out
Now you see what you get when your ass get carried away?
Now your ass gettin' carried away
[Chorus x2]
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
[Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
[Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi]
Truth is truth, real is real, love is love
Kastro, Khadafi, Blood is Blood
We can go shot for shot, slug for slug
Hit you up, body bags zip you up
I am truly amazing, you cowards ain't phasing me
Mahdi, 2-5, the O-G
I cock back, and pop them thangs
You runnin off octane, you dont wanna lock with the God
Glocks'll bang
Overall, feelin my aura, feelin my style, who you think started this thug shit?
But meanwhile, ask Noreag and 'pone, who kept em in the zone
41st Side, Q.B
Bringin it home, homie we got that
Don't ever try to stop my grind, cuz in the meantime in between tyin my nine
Steady long, steady strong when you fuckin' with mine
And I'ma ?eep? regardless to the charges I'm a G
Discreetly, holdin my heat, 22's on my feet
Ask Havoc ask Nas, from Q.B. to South Prob y'all wanna fuck with the God
[Chorus x2]
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
[Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
[Outro]
'Queensbridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queensbridge and we don't play'
'My, my poetry's deep'
'Queensbridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queensbridge and we don't play'
'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'
[intro: Cormega and Tragedy]
Yo, son it's real, you know what I'm saying?
A man is often condemned or exalted by his words, you know?
That's why we feelin' my niggas going through the struggle
QB-Brooklawn
Y'all niggas hold on... if you can't hold on, hang on, you know?
[Cormega]
Yo, I seen it all, coke rise and kingdoms fall
Profits in sneaker boxes, riches hidden between the walls
The hood agony
I'm one of the few who ever understood Tragedy
Batteries not included in my music
Or holding up my spinal cord
Niggas be lyin' on wax
Committing vinyl fraud
Denyin' the fact
They never slung or fired a gat
Mega's tongue is ghetto, dun
Hello
Where I'm from is the crime and graffiti
And NYPD
Broken glass, .44's, open caskets
Shorty ballers pop shit when they' rock hits the basket
The only life we know
I flow so precisely, though
My chain got the icy glow
B-Mer Jeep shine with Lorenzos shine brightly, yo
Laugh now, cry later, one day I might be broke
And tellin' niggas I need coke
Shit is real
[Chorus x2: Tragedy Khadafi]
See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away
But niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to pay
I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land
Forgive me, Father - they forced my hand
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo, visualize Mahdi as a shorty Fidel Castro
Snotty nose, nappy afro
Never realized in due time what I would have, though, yo
Before I spit at a ho I used to bag up blow
Little bastard - rockin' Pumas under two-tones
As we roam from the streets to the group home, yo
Watchin' mob flicks, clappin' at imaginary targets
Adolescents up in Spofford, facing hardship
Newborns grew up on Anita Baker songs
In the 'hood, wonderin' why the police hate us all
Up late nights waiting for the next day to fall
We're up late nights waiting for the next day to fall
My stomach hurtin', still searchin' for a way out
On an Island where P.C. was a gay house
Made my first board, stabbin' niggas on the way out
I knew cats who got bagged they' first day out
[Chorus x2]
[Cormega]
Yo, Trag, we been down for years(word)
From rappin' in the 'hood
To promising careers
It's all good
The rap game is new to me
The crack game - true to me(my life)
Accept the consequences
And the blood money cruelty
Yo, remember you and me? Back in the days
You had a sheepskin, I had a goose and Pumas in gray
(You remember that shit!)
We even did the same dorm in C-74
More than boys we were fuckin' outlaws
[Tragedy Khadafi]
If I could break you out the courtroom, and clap through reporters
Kidnap the jurors - and whack all their daughters
The Montanas, Al Po's and Rich Porters
Mandela time - get smacked with two quarters
A life speed - fuckin' with cracks and weed
Yo, I sniffed so much coke, I froze with nosebleeds
Jumpin' over snow cliffs without the skis(shit is crazy, yo)
Then I saw shit was real, and I switched my steez
[Chorus x4]
[outro]
Trials and tribulations... you gotta shine...
regardless to what... nah'mean?
All of my niggas growin' up strugglin' - word
[Casual]
It go; gangsta-gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer
I live on the block, where dudes bust they knocks
Ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks
Niggaz hot in my fifths, to run from cops
See I'm a nigga too, so I know how niggaz do
Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence
You only been involved in domestic violence
Nigga, I chase rentals with Long Islands
Catch us in the club, doing them long, wiling
The microphone marvelous, this Marvin Haggler
It's so obvious, in the lobby, suave and dressed
Where the party is? Round trip, flight to LaGuardia
Nobody dodge, when we walk through the audience
Dolo, with more dough to blow though
For sure though, slide one deep in a four door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Your coat can't save your soul, but I'm foe
It's written in gold, hieroglyphic Egyptian scroll
Streets I've been in, from the beginning I'm a legend
Never flee up from my enemies, shots I'm sending
Musical martyr like John Lennon, from the beginning
Spit with a vengeance, semi-automatic weapon repping
Calm stop, warlock like David Geffen
Blowin' ox', like oxygen, out of my nostrils
Seen brave men, fight for they honor and even die
Two gorgeous divas, blowing the heaters down the ride
To the, end of the earth, through hell, water and fire
Queens Messiah, camouflage black attire
Magnum opus, top five, dead or alive
The feds focus my militants, swervin' the lotus
Mossberg in the hostess, I write it then release it
Then I, bless the street, giving birth to soldiers
Rolls gold, King Tut piece, flooded with boulders
I praise Allah, make this a lot, facing the east
This is for them black and white babies, starving to eat, Think Differently
[Rock Marciano]
Poverty stricken, fried chicken, fly rhyme kicking
Blind visions from the mind's wisdom, in this crime religion
Niggaz listen, what I'm spitting is hard as prison
Benches in the trenches, grym intentions, twin Doberman pinchers
Leather trenches, lead drenches for brat endless
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's just business, no disrespect intended
To he who feel offended, a beat down cannot be prevented
Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee fitted
Switch three, be hanging niggaz, squeeze three eighty triggers
Used to fuck my babysitters, now I whip Mercedes-Benz'
I stand alone, cause I'm grown, for me to crush the Walkman
Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when I'm New York
Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go bro
Word to JoMo, the kid in the polo, got the world in a yo-yo
Your happy meal skills is still, no frills
Cook ckrills, sign deals, when you see me, just kneel
Or rocking mills, your hospital bill
Blood from your nostril spill, it's not looking well
When I lick off shots, the hostages yell
Chopper fell like ox tail, your optic's swell
[Vordul Mega]
Ninjas with blades, raised from jungles of wolves
In hoods, where hammers bark and the tennis spark
Police on radar, so we stay fogged up
Puffin' blunts, sippin' Goose, and damage
God Damn it's hard, but still, we gettin' by like rhino's
Ones that peel, crucified on the Earth, for guns and needles
Nine inches, hurt, I cause stitches, build
With Gods on track, suffering visible scars, it's hard to relax
Ready to spaz, no weed, thirst for cash, times moving fast
We like cheaters with masks, lighting cheeba and hash
Tryin' to balance the steps, screaming, we need freedom
Tired of bleeding, where ego's let out of evil
Town is of death, no time for weakness
Higher heights to reach, advance the concrete
[Verse 1]
I want it to pop, I want the revolution to start
Watch niggaz get exposed straight lose their heart
God willing I be the one doing the killing
Say nobody got no love for the hood and its children
I'm the illest in the world fuck it the universe
Make your life hurt when I start puttin' in knife work
I zoned with Curtis Mayfield vibed with Marvin
Cause the black snake is the worst snake in the garden
They used Judas made him turn his gun on Christ
Shots riddled Malcolm X and destroyed his life
Even Martin Luther King got hit with the flame
And you wonder why the black man stuck in the game
Fuck it I stay dirty Timbs and grey shirty
Pop your hard hat put two in your derby
My life too many questions and not enough answers
Get 'em all back for what they did to the Panthers
[Chorus: V-12]
Lift every voice and sing true love that heaven brings
Filled with the harmony of liberty
They sing the rising sun a brand new day begun
Let us march on'til victory is won
[Verse 2]
And this is for the pure souls who died at birth
And the mothers in the struggle still feeling the hurt
They say the meek'll inherit the earth
And I wonder if God love us cause all my thugs is cursed
Wish I could go back holla at Asada Shakur
Having flashbacks like I did time in the war
Hiroshima, Pearl Harbor, The Berlin Wall
And I paint a clear picture to provide you all
And I might not be the artist going platinum this year
Fuck it long as my niggaz bang it on the tier
Cause any given time I can be right there
Stressin' in the yard throwin' up dead weight
Black babies on the C-O's arm playin' my gate
It's real my mom shot dope in her vein
Pops layin' in the clouds took a shot in the brain
So I never sleep always gon' keep my banger
And the media wonder why I write such anger
Imagine life as a lost soul cold no guidance
Outta control cater to crime life and violence
And me no love Bush despise Bin Laden
It's like I'm caught in the middle between to Fascist
This world shallow I'm prepared for gun battle
And I'm never gon' forget what they did to Diallo
They stay crucified me for holding my gat
Same way they did Luima and Geronimo Pratt
[Chorus: V-12]
Lift every voice and sing true love that heaven brings
Filled with the harmony of liberty
This is the rising sun a brand new day begun
Let us march on 'til victory is won
[Verse 3]
All my life and my rights made laws to trap me
Guiliani and Pataki want me in kak(i) sacky
Bleeding in a cell, wanna see me in hell
A chosen, frozen but still living to tell
Victims to the system, government officials
Bin Laden got missiles and I got issues
Henny ease the pain but fogs the brain
They in the Middle East waiting for Allah to rein
While the victims in the World Trade burn in flames
And even if God came we wouldn't embrace him
Probably go to war with him blow guns and lace him
Like the whole world wanna give they trust to Satan
While they sitting in the White House layin' and waitin'
With all the Armed Forces we still digging corpses
Still can't give life back to them voices
United we stand, divided we fall
Provided we all take heed to the call
If Christ was alive would he plead with the Lord?
Have mercy on the young seeds laying in the morgue
Refuse to be whored by these man made laws
[Chorus: V-12]
Lift every voice and sing true love that heaven brings
Filled with the harmony of liberty
This is the rising sun a brand new day begun
[Littles]
I wake up every morning hoping I can see the next
Knowing my honor, will and faith lies in the palms of techs
I ain't know the meaning of life, but I still shove
Still hug the same block of these so called thugs
Watching my life being quoted through the mouths of cowards
Knowing bids blocking SIGs is the life of ours
Watching their faces on magazines never did squeeze
I never asked to be born...man he raped my moms
Yet the same four-four long I grip in these nervy ass palms
Can be the same gun I one day greatly mourn
Lord forgive me for my trips and falls rise through glories
Knowing bids blocking steel gates prevented my stories
I what "The Bridge" is broken pots, oils and stick
Got to scrape cane of the floors to hit these strips
My only fear is a gun in my palm back in the streets
Any nigga step between me and rap it's a wrap
[Hook: Tragedy Khadafi's]
Only the strong survive
Sometimes the strong dies
DA got drugs, mark money and lies
Gotta stay free hustle up G's for legal fees
Avoid snake cowards and these crooked ass D's
Stay free it don't stop until the casket drops
Let it bang, make it pop until your heart beats stops
[Tragedy Khadafi]
That nigga throw them bows like Luda-cris
Shit ain't a game when them tight cuffs bruise your wrist
On the go back down state actual fact
Bogies in the bullpen go 20 a pack
I'm a juggle, make all y'all feel my struggle
Rock cowards in the face so their scars will bubble
Hope you make your first ??? soon as you touch town
I'm pulling your pants down, hand glide spray rounds
Try to twist your crown, y'all niggas is straight clowns
Don't have me pop your head and squeeze your lemon
It's a difference between MC's and felons
Just a thug Cartier specs stand with truth
My life be the blueprint for a million youths
To get money, all seasons I keeps it gully
Out the gate young bloody what it is to be
My name ring in every borough recognize "The G"
Mahdi attribute be written in gold
Stuntin' like you rock platinum knowing it's white gold
Ain't built for this game I'm a swallow you whole
Expose your whole character, reveal your soul
[Hook: Tragedy Khadafi]
Only the strong survive
Sometimes the strong die
DA got drugs, mark money and lies
Gotta stay free hustle up G's for legal fees
Avoid snake cowards and these crooked ass D's
Stay free it don't stop until the casket drops
Let it bang, make it pop until your heart beats stops
[Littles]
Yo...Instead of loving me I watch my sleeves and throw stones
Y'all don't know shots bang out of clips and heads turn
Keep hating 'em, and waiting
What you know about enies in your ass (ooh)
TV's in the dash (duck)
15 couped out the hill on smash
Where AK's and Mack 10's bark and blast
Squeezing shots out of clips that will stunt your height
SIGs, Macks, Techs which ones you like
Guns explode my arms tend to dry you cold
Shots through your North Face fry your soul
[Tragedy]
Yo...I used to pull niggas coat
Try to wake the dead
The same niggas that you put on will pop your head
Blow a Huey Newton mack that will stop the feds
All these gizzard heads know that I'm nice in bed
Roll with gangsta divas concealing heaters
Give me brains off the chain, off the meters
Get it straight, "The Icon", (w)rap like a python
Libya my insignia straight Lebanon
Still wrap the turbans, my enemies learning
Slugs penatrate the flesh the bullets is burning
And my gangstas walking their dogs the worlds turning
My gangstas walk their dogs the worlds turning
"What price are you talking about, sir?"
[Malcolm X:] "The price of freedom is death"
Only one sperm cell survives out of millions
Hustlers strive, the trades we learn by the buildings
In Hell's Kitchen - projects burn the children
Some get locked, lay in a box with no feeling
On my back staring at the ceiling, through dealing
Sweat dripping, hands together, my knees kneeling
Where was God when my pops fell to his death bleeding?
Was he trapped like Martin in his last cry for freedom?
And when I die, will my soul ride 'til I see him?
Never thought that I'd be overseas with Koreans
Rockin' a vest, pushin' bulletproof Europeans
In hot wheels - spit shit the crowd could feel
Spendin' chips on Hilal meals, ripping foul steel
While snakes come behind me to lace my spine
Say grace and at the same time, embrace my nine
We ball like ghetto children in life tournaments
Lusting for platinum chains and ice ornaments
I strive for what I live for - cut from an iller cloth
Plot like Hyman Roth in a loft
Stack chips before the new millennium curse
U-N-I-Verse, we true and living heirs to the universe
Rep' the 41st 'til my heart burst
Ready to die - 'til we seen Biggie ride in a hearse
Yo, your comrades moving like wolves in sheep's clothing
Friends are foes - hanging niggas 'cause they holding
[Chorus]
If you can't hold on, hang on - we can make it
Whatever they don't give us in this life, we can take it
Joy and pain - through the sunshine and rain
As the world turns, life remains the same
We escaped through the flames in this game we bled
Pour some liquor on the ground - God bless the dead
To my niggas still living, yo - hold your head
To my niggas still living, yo - hold your head
Yo, yo, yo,
I blow shots from a drop rover 'til the world's over
Seeing Jehovah through the eyes of a young soldier
Black Moses - literature in pure dosage
From a landscape of Kuwait - Jakes and vultures
Too many of us lose focus
Due to the fact that we're all just a bunch of soldiers
Foul cultures
Funny how the streets mold us
Allah told us - in the cages where they hold us, it's much colder
Hear the pain through my words as I [?] in song
See, the world's rotten like the veins in my father's arm
Used to be a follower of Islam - niggas is sheist'
Study my life - living in these days is trife
Heaven and Hell, a thin line between paradise
Rather than lose, some choose to take they own life
Said a prayer for him, hoping that his soul was blessed
'Cause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest
What they do? Turn around and blame me for his death
I'm like Malcolm X resurrected in a Lex', holding two tecs
Holograms in the headrest, yo
Shoulda knew what love is, before he learned what a thug is
Now we leave the seeds to be raised by their mothers
I've seen the 'hood raise brothers
Kill too many of us
A thin line between the freedom and the foul judges
In the streets, where them snake niggas hold grudges
[Havoc]
Four pounds and nines blast at the same time
Thinking is my life on the line really?
Can't afford to second guess overcome by the stress
Got to move with precision aim straight at your chest
Do everything in my power to protect my nest
Use everything that I got dawg nothing but the best
Fake ass niggaz wanna put me to the test, I score
More than all of y'all who ready to ball
Who got the balls to cross the line they out their mother fuckin mind
Final destination you won't cheat deaths design
Like "Ra(kim)" put seven niggaz in a line
Then add seven more niggaz that think they're takin' mine
Then there's seven more niggaz 'fore I pull mines
Then that's 21 niggaz killed at the same time
Pop is all you heard, y'all heard never slur the word
Havoc caught slippin' shit is absurd
[Hook x2: Havoc]
You do dirt you get it back like a safe deposit
Might run but can't hide skeleton's in the closet
These streets are serious you better use some logic
It might sound foul but it's "The Code" of the projects
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo, "Hav" it's deep, it's going down as we speak
And won't stop 'til there's blood on the street
Keep it tight with fam, and if you got love for your man
Take the cross out your heart never bite the hand
Cause that shit'll come back to you tryna clap through you
Laying in the building to put macs to you
It's logic when dealin' wit "the code" of the projects
Niggaz move like unidentified objects
But I'm ahead of the game my mind detects
Cause half of y'all niggaz ain't threats (fuck around!)
Get dugged deep observed by eyes that don't sleep
For gun toting niggaz on the creep
Who wanna see me layin' deceased but my instinct is that of a beast
Fuck peace in these QB streets, I relate to . .
What guns and nickel plates do niggaz tryna air you out and deflate you
Trustin' a snake like trustin' a bitch
Put it in your man hand not knowing he snitch
Ain't no loyalty in this, niggaz boud to switch
Cause they hate to see a thug get rich, (BITCH!)
[Hook x2: Havoc]
You do dirt you get it back like a safe deposit
Might run but can't hide skeleton's in the closet
These streets are serious you better use some logic
It might sound foul but it's "The Code" of the projects
[Littles]
Black clouds hover above the livest sets
Ac coups jumpin' out in shoes blowin' off tecs
Before "Littles" I was "Lord" street ghetto poet
Never overthrow the people that crown you
Killers and heathens around you
Y'all get clapped, left leaned and found food
Murder's a hobby death is hard to digest
When your man's layin' stretched in a casket flesh
Or gold cain, jumped out the coupe in all my swagger
All eyes on me, niggaz lookin' at me like
They mad I'm breathin' cause this niggaz layin' stiff
He done slipped up and sniffed up the wrong niggaz shit
Show him my ones you get shot and hung
On the same phone lines where you jerk my ones
I stay loyal death before dishonor
Loyalty's a honor few get the chance to taste
And you never ever safe when your brand is snakes
[Hook x2: Havoc]
You do dirt you get it back like a safe deposit
Might run but can't hide skeleton's in the closet
These streets are serious you better use some logic
[VERSE 1: Tragedy Khadafi]
When I die, lay me in the earth with Armani linen
And send apologies out to all the women
That I ran through, thought I was the man cause I fucked em
But was less of a man cause I didn't instruct em
Could it be the lack of love that I had for self?
Too preoccupied with material wealth
Maybe I was just as weak as them lookin for help
What goes around comes around, only time'll tell
My hood is paradise but the D's is hell
Just waitin to burn a nigga if my shit don't sell
Some say that I'm weak, some label me a genius
My mind's deep, get up in you like a intravenous
Diseases, too many of us thinkin with our penis
Killin the bloodline, the seeds is anemic
Abortions, coulda killed off the next leader
Aura check, step your game up, nigga, the seeds need us
[CHORUS]
Now every ounce of blood in me gon' live for struggle
Platinum on the street, nigga, triple and double
What a thug do? I don't know, time'll tell
These cowards hug the sky, some die in a cell
We came up off the streets but some of us fell
In the struggle now, goin out, gunnin in hell
What you live for? Money and power, we all ride, nigga
Till they lay me down in the earth, we gon' rise, nigga
[VERSE 2: Tragedy Khadafi]
I'm still holdin my head, still reportin
One foot is in the hood, the other's up in a coffin
The devil want my soul so bad, he make me nauseous
But I'm usin my head, proceed to movin with caution
Can't get caught up in what these niggaz is lost in
The best kept secret is best kept sacred
The hatred, whole rap industry is Matrix
Raped what we created, leave us starvin and naked
We need more strong independents and less majors
Hit us with weak advances, try to enslave us
Then charge a small interest on the money they gave us
Take the same mentality I had on the street
But more advanced like CD, enhaced, I'm deep
Born alone, never die alone, nigga, never sleep
Born alone, never die alone, nigga, never sleep
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3: Tragedy Khadafi]
Better run, muthafucka, like the D's is comin
Better write the illest rhymes like life depends on it
What you gon' do when they change the currency of money?
It's one world, one government and one country
We plagued with media propaganda, they plannin
To take away your right wisdom and overstandin
Right action, comrade, blowin my canon
Movement through this music, we bear the struggle
On the grind with these rhymes, CDs I hustle
Moms taught me how to be a warrior, in fact
If you don't stand for somethin then you die on your back
But fuck that, all my livewires overreact
It works like it's the first and we movin them packs
This story'll be repeated if we fall off track
Fast forward to the future, niggaz can't look back
[Intro]
Tragedy Khadafi..
Mahdi!
Against All Odds..
For all my thugs in the struggle
Feel me on this yo..
[Verse 1]
Velvet garments, gun holster under armpits
Mahdi, part thug, God, part Islamic
Breastfed with Henny, our fathers was convicts
Sold garbage, gave our souls to the harlots
Helicopters and choppers hover above us
Face the jury and the judges with foul grudges
No one to love us, the streets kidnapped our mothers
They cried liquor, caught in the hood gettin' smothered
With no guidance, we grew without fathers
Stuck them coke spots, the little 'shakahalas'[?]
From Kufis to bandanas, spread like Kansas
Read the Black Panthers, tryin' to find answers
Willin' to take, whatever life wouldn't hand us
Move in packs, hustlin' crack under cameras
They learned to hate us, cuz they could never understand us
Against All Odds, God, tell me what the plan is
[Chorus]
Against All Odds, the saga of my life
In the world full of trifeness and courtroom indictments
Friendship is rare, trust is a luxury
Thugs die young or threw they whole life in custody
Against All Odds, the saga of my life
In the streets, robbin' niggaz just to eat at night
Doin' time, have a nigga mind mentally scarred
Me and my thugs go Against All Odds..
[Verse 2]
Me and my wife made vows for life, never divorcin'
Half plastic and half porcelain, for them snakes
Who'd rather see me in a coffin, have my seeds
Cryin' over me in dead corpses
This is 2-5, came too far to take losses
From the crack game to the rap game endorsements
No middle man, dealing strictly with bosses
I can't stop till I'm in the drop cockpit
Success and death, and death is not a option
We mashed to this, and now we got it locked in
The new millennium two-thou, this world is too foul
Criticize your past, not what you do now
Prepare for these modern-day Hitlers
Judge me, walk in my shoes and catch blisters
I fought drug addictions, shed blood in prisons
Survived in hard-times, impossible missions!
[Chorus]
Against All Odds, the saga of my life
In the world full of trifeness and courtroom indictments
Friendship is rare, trust is a luxury
Thugs die young or threw they whole life in custody
Against All Odds, the saga of my life
In the streets, robbin' niggaz just to eat at night
Doin' time, have a nigga mind mentally scarred
Me and my thugs go Against All Odds..
[Verse 3]
We fought our way through this rap game, when no one would listen
Now we on top, where rocks and jewels glisten
Concentrated on, the one they hated on
Reincarnated in greater form, it's on
Can't please the world till you leave this world
Sometimes I wish I never put seeds in my girl
'Cuz women got two faces, one in the bedroom
The other one, lyin' in court givin' you cases
The system, in your pockets, cuttin' you short
Takin' niggaz to court, for child support
What about all the times that I gave you my last
Was our love just a thing of the past, I gotta ask
Tell me, should I cry or laugh?
Do I run from my enemies or stand and blast?
Do the knowledge to the words that I write in this song
Young thug and you won't go wrong, just hold on
[Chorus x2]
Against All Odds, the saga of my life
In the world full of trifeness and courtroom indictments
Friendship is rare, trust is a luxury
Thugs die young or threw they whole life in custody
Against All Odds, the saga of my life
In the streets, robbin' niggaz just to eat at night
Doin' time, have a nigga mind mentally scarred
[Ja Rule:]
Drummer drives me
In the bing doing flat three
Rather rip a nigga for rap than fight to be free
That's just me
Ja Rule inevitably
Living the lifestyle that get most niggaz shot down
I'm in now
And only niggaz thrown from tears gon' touch ground
Sinners live to silence the sound
I drop on niggaz heavy
And all of my bing monsters is ridin' ready
Benchin the weight of Chevy's
Oxes like machetes for winners
Pop in
Y'all niggaz get to cuttin'
My niggaz get to choppin'
Aight then
I'm a killer with the hyphen
Kill a
Motherfucker before he kill me
Rude nigga the Cesar
Spittin' razors
This killer Queens bing monster is
[Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]
Total vengeance
Prisoners doing life sentence
To all my thugs up north barbed wire fences
When you come home dun we gon take a million
2-5 the most hated always the villain
Locked in it's on again
Life sentence
To all my thugs up north barbed wire fences
When you come home dun we gon take a million
2-5 the most hated always the villain
[Headrush Napoleon:]
The white man's justice
Be the black mans grief
Animal instinct
Abnormal canine teeth
I earned my black heart for props to hold turf
Go down on a V.I. ox your whole earth
Make it pop at church service
While you're lying to God
We bring drama
Get it on with the entire riot squad
Ain't an enemy of mines
That'll step in my house
Cause the CO's is my hijos
And they settin me out
From Clinton to Coxsackie to Sing Sing daddy
We eat high hoes
Juice and jack mac patties
If not probably arroz con godbody
I got a one to three
Rockin with niggaz biddin bodies
Never was a dead nigga till I reached them bars
And I earned the doorag gem stars and keloid scars
For y'all
[Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]
Total vengeance
Prisoners doing life sentence
To all my thugs up north barbed wire fences
When you come home dun we gon take a million
2-5 the most hated always the villain
Locked in it's on again
Life sentence
To all my thugs up north barbed wire fences
When you come home dun we gon take a million
2-5 the most hated always the villain
[Headrush Napoleon:]
Triple O survive or die
Canine rise with wolves
Sneak thieve the dome and walk on all fours
Locked in the mountains
Niggaz'll lose things
Like they're manhood
Hung with shoestrings
Faces disfigured
Disgrace these niggaz
Run 'em out of the house like replacement killers
Cowards playing the towers
Loose powers
Won't last an hour
Get aped in the showers
Bing monsters come through and bust you
Guerillas extortion
Strong arm muscle
Drag queen kill a fiend for thorazine
Take they blood oath and form they own team
Niggaz spittin out razors
Fiend for rangers
Locked with a sumo thug in small cages
[Chorus x3: Tragedy Khadafi]
Total vengeance
Prisoners doing life sentence
To all my thugs up north barbed wire fences
When you come home dun we gon take a million
2-5 the most hated always the villain
Locked in it's on again
Life sentence
To all my thugs up north barbed wire fences
When you come home dun we gon take a million
[Intro]
All my niggas out there
Let me tell y'all niggas one thing
As we move into this motherfuckin future
Shit is gonna get realer, shit is gonna get realer man
All my niggas out there
Keep your mind on your paper, baby
And watch these motherfuckin' hoes
'Cause these hoes is bitches
and niggas is bitches too
And you can't trust 'em
So I ask my niggas...
Yo, cross-breed, 2-5, Arab seed
My life speed, that's why we all smoke weed
Thug mind be inside of the livest niggas
Art of War was designed by the wisest killas
Wrote the thug book, only the truth get spit
Took my hooks like you wrote that shit
(Foul bitch)
Tell them niggas how you rock my jewels, rock my clothes
Yo i aim red dot when i spot my foe
Taught you how to spit taught you how to breathe on beats
If it wasn't for me you'd probably be on the street
Fuckin' up packed
Niggas comin at cha wit gat
Same nigga at the show you got watchin ya back
We can shoot out on the roof til we fall on the street
Draw heat and clap til our bodies and the floor meet
Eat your food like animal dog, raw meat
Say my name if you want more beef
I don't associate wit niggas who switch
fake thug like Sammy the Bull, turn snitch
Yo my glock kick, ready to spit
Foul shit
Puttin' bulletholes all in your clique
Who you wit?
All my niggas live the thug life
I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type
If I don't get you with the knife, then the slug might
Before you bring a nigga in, know his bloodtype
All my niggas live the thug life
I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type
If I don't get you with the knife, then the slug might
Before you bring a nigga in, know his bloodtype
What's your blood type?
Yo Allah -hua
Blaze y'all with nine ruger
?Capital?, stay tuned, I'll be back soon
Mahdi 2-5-to Munafi Kun
When the grass low, all them snakes'll show
Like them niggas in your team that's starvin' the blow
Like a sweet thug on OZ, HBO
Fuckin' wit any clique that's ready to blow
Hot night, catch you backstage, stop the show
Tie you up in the back of the row
They know
Tie you up in the back of the row
And you know
Yo, father rule,
Blood in, power rule
I represent 2-5-to, God-You
Time zone, born alone, die alone
Yo I blaze any nigga wit chrome in my zone
Be the blind justice
Automatic gat never trust it
Only revolvers, climax when I bus' it
A-alike mean one and the same
True hustlers - WHAT? - we understandin' the game
2-5 be my set so what set you claim
My niggas bleed through similar veins
We like blood type one and the same
We like blood type one and the same
All my niggas live the thug life
I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type
If i don't get you wit the knife then the slug might
Before you bring a nigga in know his blood type
All my niggas live the thug life
I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type
If i don't get you wit the knife then the slug might
Before you bring a nigga in know his blood type
What's your blood type?
Yo a-alike, that mean true to the game
West coast thugs, my niggas like one and the same
Just like east coast, yo we one and the same
Niggas bleed through similar vein
We like blood type, one and the same
We like blood type, one and the same
Tell them niggas who the father to your style is
Yo you started off winnin' the race, but lost mileage
Formula's crime science
Bow down to something far greater
Mahdi, royally your highness
Queen's finest
Buck your all-star lineup
My Artie Clay tear your spine up
Get my shine up
Artie Clay tear your spine up
And get my shine up
Yo, yo, death before dishonor
Y'all niggas smoke too much marijuana