Thug Paradise

[Verse 1: Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, TV's in the headrest, Sega entertainment Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment D.A. got a witness, lawyer can't explain it Face the judge, on some money maintain shit Black Ceasar, hundred grand on the Visa Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia Found him in the warehouse, tied in the freezer That's the life of a thug when he hold heaters Willies, up North, turn to dick beaters Sendin flicks to any bitch that'll feed us 360 waves with the shell-top Adidas The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm Rocking state greens, sippin on Dom Arabic link, Cartier on the arm Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules Nigga fuck the D's, we blazin trees Capone bag the keys, let's move like a gypsy It's hot out here, relocate to Poughkeepsie Feds play the roof in the hood try to hit me Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me The life of a thug wasn't made right When I die leave a bottle of Dom, by the gravesite The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen *chorus* All my convicts, livin on the edge of life Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist We move sheist, livin in these days of trife Rockin four carat ice, in Thug Paradise Thug Paradise, yeah, yo, yo, yeah, yo In Thug Paradise [Verse 2: Capone] One for the money, two for villains Three for Willies holdin millions, four-wheelin' with no feelings Shit, my resident, Q-B settlement Hit him on the hill, Jake wonder where the metal went Jump in the Ac-u-ra, then blast a trey Pour this A for those who passed away My whole clique shinin like a diamond While on Rikers Island, fake niggas eat a dick rhymin Maricon, we got it sewn Capone-N-Noreaga's on, we try to touch like a flip phone I sip on Porter while you get extorted The single, "Illegal Life/Stick You," I hope the world bought it (Cop that...) Yeah no doubt Capone-N-Noreaga *chorus* [Verse 3: Noreaga] Yo it was broad daylight, woke up, early in mornin Didn't even brush my teeth, I grab heat Bust the fonta leaf, then roll up, some Sweets They was on since yesterday night, Dunn got bucked In his windpipe, we'll go to war until you pre-write Pick tight, can stick to guns in a gunfight Yo Nostradamus, the new millenium was promised Black comments, we tryin to squash that beef But niggas get hard-headed, filled wit leaded Fuck around and get deaded, nine beretta'd God set it, automatic Yeah me you face these niggas starvin General Iraq squadron Acousiastic, attract with the Glock plastic Move quickly, switch spots to Poughkeepsie Black gypsy, but tell me, destiny Move quickly, stick him, he tryin to stick me You mad morbid, but it's a planet out of orbit Can't absorb it, but tell me, you all for it Can't call it, my defense'll make you forfeit Son you quit fuckin wit Iraq shit The General who, create my own crew like Yacub Blast the two, and plus your chick too, now know *chorus*