Neva Die Alone - Capone-N-Noreaga

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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

2−5-2 cause 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, can coca-colo

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 Corona

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

Make salat, in the spot, kneelin'

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 of 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 keys 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 Qiyami

With no cops, pure coke growing on the tree

Arab Nazi

Tommy Hill and Nikes on

Guerrilla rap song

Yeah- CNN guerrilla rap song