Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Iraq (See The World) , by - Capone-N-Noreaga. Release date: 16.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Iraq (See The World) |
| Yo, word up, I’m bout to rep my motherfuckin hood |
| This is my hood, nigga |
| It’s laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq |
| Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq |
| Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin us |
| Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us |
| It’s laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq |
| Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq |
| Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin us |
| Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us |
| It’s cream on my land, original man, cross water |
| My team break border and court order |
| ESP network, TNT explosive expert |
| Your head jerk |
| Backflip, illegal life shit |
| Bad guys and black whips left the scene rowdy |
| Air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly |
| New assembly, new identity, remember me |
| Keep remedy for the poison of my enemy |
| Martin Remy, Jack D to ali-ze |
| Yo, the Moe-T Dom P, personal Henny |
| Have me hurt many |
| Actions, coke infractions |
| Manuel and Fidel, our money well |
| Help the crack sell, stack bail, then we map trail |
| Get it all back |
| Smoke the black, hold the gat |
| The streets got me thinking bout my man’s passing |
| Stashin, the lex with a passion, gotta make it happen |
| The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin' |
| Security be on my back for wrong reason |
| I’m livin' what I’m sayin' on the block all day |
| Before I wasn’t sure, but now I know it’s the way |
| Like, if I get caught I’mma pay |
| Illegal life, livin' trife, what can I say |
| Gettin bent, million dollar dream, Hennessee and Moët |
| While I’m chillin' with my man on the wooden set, Front |
| I strike accurate you get wet |
| Whatever choice you select handle appropriately |
| Baby 9, murder my crime, you a fake |
| Lefrak shine, just wait |
| I need half outta that cake of regulate |
| Taken while you scheme and contemplate |
| Only results in the 360 action |
| But if it come back, then I’m pumpin double action |
| Blastin, tearin' niggas physicals in |
| Try and contend, you gets no days with no wins |
| My clientele excel is like the devil’s spell |
| Drove me to the streets young |
| So now I know it well |
| It’s laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq |
| Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq |
| Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us |
| Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us |
| Yo, son, I’m packin' steel, where ya hard hat |
| You pull out you bust that |
| Your gat useless, where ya heart at |
| It fingers the trigger, change ya name to fake nigga |
| Beef with every nigga, watch ya back |
| Of course, you get clapped, you didn’t bust gat |
| Splendid nigga, dirty rat |
| For my Iraq attack, Bust you with mega gat |
| Once a cool cat, smokin 'dagger, put it in my back |
| Why you did it like that, now my skin bubble fat |
| Go to sleep, I wake you up |
| Noreaga: What, What What, What |
| In Ya crib, tie you up |
| What, what, what, what |
| Hot oil on ya gut |
| Get bucked, get bucked |
| Iraq element don’t give a fuck |
| It’s laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq |
| Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq |
| Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us |
| Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us |
| We on a mission, not a small time thing |
| I’m addicted to the cash like the crack head is a fiend to the crack |
| But I ain’t into doin' no drugs, I’m just pushing hits |
| And stackin' chips like I’m stackin' bricks for a buildin' |
| Cause we be buildin' this empire fortress |
| Secured tight like barbed wire for infiltrators |
| Regulators, manipulate |
| Booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait |
| Watch you deflate like air balloon |
| Tryin' to ambush this platoon you run into a monsoon |
| Like stormy weather, your fatigues ain’t tough as leather |
| Cause we bust bullets, Thinkin' much more clever |
| Eatin' through your gear like acid rain, feeling pain |
| Livin' like a snake in the grass, you won’t gain |
| Simple and plain, my team play the game so we can win |
| We want it all so we can breathe like the wind |
| Bustin 360, cherry red 850 |
| Iblis devilish, get cursed for fuckin' with me |
| Eyebrows thick, resemble Shatan |
| Arabian mind with source to firearm |
| Caesar, waves bangin', brown wallabees |
| Empty cigars stay smoked in cool cars |
| Queens Escobars wear jewels like scars |
| You heavy gold, Slick Rick, changed it |
| Yo, the main Vic, plottin' on you since eighty-six |
| Now it’s nine-six, you lay low, you mad rich |
| Strictly big shit, big play heavy wait |
| While in car, hear a verse, put it in park |
| Let the dutch spark, now we ride my weed dark |
| Dig deeper, black guns and black reefer |
| My brother’s keeper, throwing the world in a sleeper |
| The grim reaper, so much work he got a beeper |
| The word death, stamped that, it’s on your chest |
| Yo, you bullshit, my click thick, kid, we pull shit |
| Grip tight, illegal life, A-Alike |
| Thug blood, the same blood, thicker than water |
| Slaughter, play this shit in tape recorder |
| From Iraq to Yugoslavia, Somalia |
| Compadre, diamante, Papi |
| World World 3, CNN history |
| By the powers of God that’s invested in me |
| Since ninety-three, locked up, I did three |
| Got eighty-five percent of y’all worshipping me |
| Back in L.C., hop the cab thirty-three |