Lyrics Halfway Thugs - Capone-N-Noreaga

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!