paroles de chanson Neva Die Alone - Capone-N-Noreaga
Huhuhahhahahha,
oh
shit,
haha
The
invincible,
CNN
The
unstoppable,
CNN
Lebanon,
Bosnia,
Kuwait,
Iraq,
Syria,
yo,
yo,
yo
Yo
icepick,
Arabic,
Saudi
Arabia
My
clique
roll
thick,
rip
shit,
like
WrestleMania
Saddam
Hussein,
president
of
what
I
claim
Still
the
same
name,
tied
to
this
shit
like
I'm
to
blame
Then
maintain,
gettin'
this
Cream
with
bloodstain
2-5-to
'cuz
the
crew
stuck
in
the
game
A
quarterly,
you
vs.
me,
and
try
to
slaughter
me
The
door
was
locked,
top
lock
stuck,
bad
luck
Come
out
the
elevator,
K-tone,
like,
"Nigga
what?"
Arab
Nazi,
play
the
low,
What
up
though,
151,
we
smoke
'dro
Brown
bags,
tons
of
hash
get
smoked
Yo,
that
real
shit,
pro'ly
make
you
bleed
down
your
throat
Then
choke,
coughin'
up
the
murder
I
wrote
I
smoke
spanky,
hit
it
hard,
mega
hard
Then
burn
it
down
under
the
ground
around
guard
I
rented,
bitch
on
my
dick
then
I
presented
Diploma,
keep
her
wide
open
in
TONY
roma'
Back
shots,
Holiday
Inn
about
to
bone
her
And
cold
own
her,
drop
her
off
inside
na
With
pistolo,
call
me
tomorrow
on
the
'Rola
The
Ayatollah,
strike
back
you're
just
a
soldier
For
them
thug
niggas
holding
their
gats
and
never
scared
I'm
prepared,
every
day
get
bent
on
beers
Play
the
corner
close,
quick
to
jump
on
the
toast
Dead
shot,
take
your
knot,
dun
and
get
ghost
While
you
talk
fronting,
walk
fronting
like
a
villain
Soft
something,
so
hot
what
a
feeling
Mo'
with
the
ice
chillin',
roll
dice
make
a
killin'
Wanna
see
twice
a
million,
no
love
for
a
got
civilian
Mix-a-lot
in
the
spot
yellin',
for
a
second,
freeze
dealin'
Back
to
business,
pump
'til
the
pack
finished
Stack
spinach,
mad
bent,
crash
renters
Full
enough
to
whip
somethin',
a-alike
twist
somethin'
Henny
got
my
shit
sunken,
stay
drunken
Wit'
a
bop,
holdin'
your
cock
(Yeah)
Pushin'
weed
drop
(Hahaha)
Yeah,
the
game
don't
stop
(Don't
stop
nigga)
Let
the
beat
drop,
bring
it
back
to
the
top
Just
for
them
thug
niggas,
chicks
and
hard
rocks
Street
to
cell
block,
rock
to
Comstock
Movin'
like
a
flock
of
Arabs
in
war-lock
Makin'
on
blocks
a
four-carat
stone,
infrared
chrome
In
Kuwait
I
await
skull
and
crossbone
In
my
own
zone,
Motorola
flip-phone
The
infrared
on
the
Giorgio
Armani
specs
Blowin'
tecs
at
the
opposite
sex
For
the
six-figure
check,
my
slug
injects
When
the
god
lay
to
rest,
my
seed
is
next
I
was
blessed
with
a
thug's
caress
and
a
dime's
finesse
Titanium
chest
and
bubble
vest
(Yeah,
titanium
chest
and
bubble
vest)
My
pop's
dead,
now
it's
too
late
to
warn
me,
inform
me
D's
wanna
plant
ki's
on
me,
eternally
I
wanna
sleep
Without
the
venom
of
a
snake
nigga
tryin'
to
creep
Stakes
is
high
and
a
thug's
blood
runs
deep
The
Jakes
wanna
see
me
layin'
under
six
feet
Or
so
it
seems,
now
my
team
work
against
me
They
can't
stop
my
money
move,
it's
too
intensely
Khadafi,
I
plant
bombs
where
the
Feds
be
I'm
like
Moses
in
the
middle
of
the
Red
Sea
With
infrared
and
a
case
full
of
hundred
G
Leadin'
my
thugs
to
the
land
of
With
no
cops,
pure
coke
growing
on
the
tree
Arab
Nazi,
Tommy
Hill
and
Nikes
on
Guerrilla
rap
song
Yeah,
CNN
guerrilla
rap
song
1 Intro
2 Bloody Money
3 Drivers Seat
4 Stick You
5 Parole Violators
6 Iraq (See The World)
7 Live On Live Long
8 Neva Die Alone
9 T.O.N.Y. (Top Of New York)
10 Channel 10
11 Capone Phone Home (Interlude)
12 Thug Paradise
13 Capone Bone
14 Halfway Thugs
15 L.A., L.A. - Kuwait Mix
16 Capone -N- Noreaga Live - Interlude
17 Illegal Life
18 Black Gangstas
19 U Say
20 Capone Phone Home (Outro)
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