Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Halfway Thugs, artist - Capone-N-Noreaga. Date of issue: 16.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Halfway Thugs |
| Word up son |
| I did 'cause I had to discipline niggas, knahmsayin'? |
| Eatin' like he live, he ain’t live, word up |
| Nobody can’t eat if I can’t, word up |
| If I can’t eat, God, don’t let nobody eat, God |
| You ain’t live — I’ll eat ya food kid |
| I’ll take your food, it’s on |
| It’s on now. |
| word up |
| 'Cause he’s a halfway — thug that he portray |
| If you got locked that ass’d probably come home gay |
| Smack, blood out ya mouth (what the fuck you say?) |
| Break your feeble ass down ('cause you ain’t in my league) |
| …Somethin' you don’t need |
| Yo, now ain’t that the pot callin' the kettle black? |
| I used to peddle crack, you never sold drugs so stop frontin' |
| I pushed the war button, you cold panicked |
| Use tools to fix ya fuckin' face like a mechanic |
| Dramatic, dynamic, and underhanded |
| You say the shit that I say, for so long I can’t stand it |
| The God bandit, erupt like volcano |
| Shittin' lava, right on they armor, you blood (?) farmer |
| What Wha? |
| Khazer, gato, nuto cuatro (??) |
| Imbalance the scales of slaughter, Iraq discipline |
| Open ya face, spit on the cut, pour the Henny in |
| Sweetpea, fuck with Popeye, get smoked properly |
| It ain’t even got to be, handled on record |
| Just me and you, one on one, I’m only one |
| Yo, the only one, sixteen alphabet |
| Your power counterfeit, fraudulent, fraudulent yo |
| Who’s fascinated? |
| I get highly lifted and upgraded |
| You playa hate it, bite me before I made it |
| My opposition, competition ya code scratched |
| Like gats without, serial numbers that don’t match |
| CNN form, Genghis Khan, Art of War |
| Yo you weak minded, dumb deaf the nigga blinded |
| Left behind in, lost and found you can’t find it |
| John the Baptist, observe, mad water |
| Surveillance my style, exile, feeble and fragile |
| Not one crew, fuck you up like we do |
| 252 (25 to life kid) CNN will shoot right through |
| Set it off (what) break you off, just like a big brick |
| Chop that shit, mix and, contaminate it |
| Navigate it, 2−5 the most hated |
| My satellite will orbit in rap, planet’s my oxygen |
| We poppin' it, kick through door, do-rag and moccasin |
| You can’t stop, Lieutenant Arab |
| Thirsty to have what you have |
| Bust a new trey, Illuminati be the new age |
| Masquerade courageous, loud and boisterous in three stages |
| They try to get my dunn twist in cages |
| So get the word spread, spread it like love |
| You halfway — thug nigga, you portray |
| Yo I used to hang around with y’all, cover ground with y’all |
| Now I flip, turn around and pull the pound on y’all |
| Dissolve, that weak shit, you thought just revolved |
| Like the Earth at its axis, I got access, to map this |
| Pure blackness, yo attack this — blood sucker of the poor |
| My power show and prove, livin' on the 5th floor |
| We at war, with the foolish |
| Get deducted, lose points, they can’t do this |
| Like I do this, so what what, what what, what what, what what! |