| It’s a Queen’s thing, too fly, word up
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| Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise
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| No doubt, check me out, yeah, yeah
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| Aiyyo son, let me, let me put you on to what happened
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| And how it went down, check it, tell me son, word up
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| Yo, TV’s in the headrest, Sega Entertainment
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| Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment
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| D.A. |
| got a witness, lawyer can’t explain it
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| Face the judge, on some money maintain shit
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| Black Caesar, hundred grand on the Visa
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| Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia
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| Found him in the warehouse, tied in the freezer
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| That’s the life of a thug when he hold heaters
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| Willies, up North, turn to dick beaters
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| Sendin' flicks to any bitch that’ll feed us
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| 360 ways with the shell-top Adidas
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| The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm
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| Rock and stay green, sippin' on Don
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| Arabic link, Cartier on the arm
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| Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules
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| Nigga fuck the deez, we blazin' trees
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| Capone bag the keys, let’s move like a gypsy
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| It’s hot out here, relocate to Poughkeepsie
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| Feds play the roof in the hood try to hit me
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| Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me
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| The life of a thug wasn’t made right
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| When I die leave a bottle of Don by the grave site
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| The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin'
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| Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen
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| All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life
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| Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist
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| We move sheist, livin' in these days of trife
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| Rockin' four carat ice, in Thug Paradise
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| Thug Paradise, yeah, yo yo, yeah, yo, in Thug Paradise
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| One for the money, two for the villainous streets
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| From Willies holdin' millions, foreala with no feelin'
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| Shit, my resident, Q-B settlement
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| Hit him on the hill, Jake wonder where the medal went
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| Jump in the Acura, then blast a trey
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| Pour this A for those who passed away
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| My whole click shinin' like a diamond
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| While on Riker’s Island, fake niggaz eat a dick rhymin'
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| Mighty chrome we got a song
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| Capone-N-Noreaga's on, we try to touch like a flip phone
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| I sip on Porter while you get extorted to single
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| Illegal life stick you, I hope the world bought it
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| Yeah, no doubt, Capone-N-Noreaga
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| All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life
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| Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist
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| We move sheist, livin' in these days of trife
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| Rockin' four carat ice in Thug Paradise
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| Yo, it was broad daylight
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| Woke up, early in the mornin'
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| Didn’t even brush my teeth
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| I grabbed heat, bust the frontal leaf
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| Then roll up, some sweets
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| That they was on since yesterday night
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| Dunn and got bucked in his windpipe
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| We’ll go to war until you pre-write
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| Pick tight, can I stick to guns in a gunfight
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| Yo, lots of diamonds
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| The new millennium was promised
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| Black comments
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| We tryin' to squash that big
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| But niggaz get hard headed, filled wit leaded
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| Fuck around and get deaded
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| Now I’m wetted, God set it, automatic
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| Yeah, me you face these niggaz starvin'
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| General of rap swarmin', acousiastic
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| Attract with the glock plastic
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| Move quickly, switch rides to Poughkeepsie
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| Black tipsy, but tell me, destiny
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| Move quickly, stick heads, be tryin' to stick me
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| You mad morbid, but it’s a planet out of orbit
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| Can’t absorb it but tell me, you all for it
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| Can’t call it, my defense’ll make you forfeit
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| Son, you quit fuckin' wit Iraqs dick
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| The General hoe, create my own chrome like y’all vote
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| Blast it too and plus it take two, now know
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| All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life
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| Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist
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| We move sheist livin' in these days of trife
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| Rockin' four carat ice, Thug Paradise
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| Yeah, thug Paradise, Kaddafi
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| Four carat ice, twenty five to life
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| See ya in there, yeah, yeah
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| Kuwait and Iraq |