[Intro: Tragedy Khadafi, (Capone)]
Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh
It's a Queens thing (uhh, uhh)
2-5, word up
Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise
(No doubt) Check me out, yeah (Yeah)
Aiyyo, son, let me let me put you on to what happened
How it went down check it (Tell 'em, son, word up)
[Verse 1: Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo, TV's in the head-rest, 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
Rockin' state green, 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, tryin' 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: Tragedy Khadafi]
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
[Post-Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi, (Capone), Noreaga]
Thug Paradise
(Yeah... yo, yo... yeah... yo)
In Thug Paradise
[Verse 2: Capone]
One for the money, two for the villainous streets
From Willies holdin' millions, fo' reala with no feelings
Shit, my resident – Q.B. settlement
Hit 'em on the Hill, jake wonder where the medal went
Jump in the Acur-ay, then blast a trey
Pour the 'Zé for those who passed away
My whole click shinin' like a diamond
Wild on Riker's Island
Fake niggas, eat a dick-ramen
Maricón, we got it sewn
Capone-N-Noreaga zone
Reach out and touch, like a flip phone
I sip imported while you get extorted
The single, "Illegal Life," "Stick You" – I hope the world bought it
(In stores now)
[Pre-Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]
Yeah, no doubt
Capone-N-Noreaga
[Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]
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
[Verse 3: Noreaga]
Yo, it was broad daylight
Woke up, early in mornin'
Didn't even brush my teeth, I'll grab heat
Plus the fronto leaf, then roll up somethin' sweet
Son, they was on since yesterday night
Dunn got bucked in his windpipe
We'll go to war until your cream right
The click tight, cannon'll spit, the guns to gunfight
Yo, ghost diamonds, the new millennium was promised
Black Thomas, they tryed to squash that beef
But niggas get hard-headed, filled wit' leaded
Fuck around and get deaded, nine berett'ed
God, set it, automatic
Yam in your face, these niggas garbage
General Iraq squadron
Pollutin', gassy, trap with the Glock plastic
Move quickly, Swiss watch to Poughkeepsie
Black gypsy, you tell me, destiny
Move quickly, stick him – he tried to stick me
You mad morbid, but it's a planet out of orbit
Can't absorb it, tell me, you all for it
You can't call it, my defense'll make you forfeit
Son, you quit, fuckin' wit Iraq dick
The general of hoes, create my own crew, I got pull
Blast the tool, and plus your chick too – line up!
[Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]
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 – Thug Paradise
[Outro: Tragedy Khadafi]
Yeah... Thug Paradise
Khadafi... (Four carat ice)
25 To Life
C-N-N
Yeah... yeah... Kuwait and Iraq
It's on again
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