Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thug Paradise , by - Capone-N-Noreaga. Release date: 16.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thug Paradise |
| It’s a Queen’s thing, too fly, word up |
| Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise |
| No doubt, check me out, yeah, yeah |
| Aiyyo son, let me, let me put you on to what happened |
| And how it went down, check it, tell me son, word up |
| Yo, TV’s in the headrest, Sega Entertainment |
| Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment |
| D.A. |
| got a witness, lawyer can’t explain it |
| Face the judge, on some money maintain shit |
| Black Caesar, hundred grand on the Visa |
| Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia |
| Found him in the warehouse, tied in the freezer |
| That’s the life of a thug when he hold heaters |
| Willies, up North, turn to dick beaters |
| Sendin' flicks to any bitch that’ll feed us |
| 360 ways with the shell-top Adidas |
| The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm |
| Rock and stay green, sippin' on Don |
| Arabic link, Cartier on the arm |
| Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules |
| Nigga fuck the deez, we blazin' trees |
| Capone bag the keys, let’s move like a gypsy |
| It’s hot out here, relocate to Poughkeepsie |
| Feds play the roof in the hood try to hit me |
| Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me |
| The life of a thug wasn’t made right |
| When I die leave a bottle of Don by the grave site |
| The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin' |
| Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen |
| All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life |
| Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist |
| We move sheist, livin' in these days of trife |
| Rockin' four carat ice, in Thug Paradise |
| Thug Paradise, yeah, yo yo, yeah, yo, in Thug Paradise |
| One for the money, two for the villainous streets |
| From Willies holdin' millions, foreala with no feelin' |
| Shit, my resident, Q-B settlement |
| Hit him on the hill, Jake wonder where the medal went |
| Jump in the Acura, then blast a trey |
| Pour this A for those who passed away |
| My whole click shinin' like a diamond |
| While on Riker’s Island, fake niggaz eat a dick rhymin' |
| Mighty chrome we got a song |
| Capone-N-Noreaga's on, we try to touch like a flip phone |
| I sip on Porter while you get extorted to single |
| Illegal life stick you, I hope the world bought it |
| Yeah, no doubt, Capone-N-Noreaga |
| All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life |
| Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist |
| We move sheist, livin' in these days of trife |
| Rockin' four carat ice in Thug Paradise |
| Yo, it was broad daylight |
| Woke up, early in the mornin' |
| Didn’t even brush my teeth |
| I grabbed heat, bust the frontal leaf |
| Then roll up, some sweets |
| That they was on since yesterday night |
| Dunn and got bucked in his windpipe |
| We’ll go to war until you pre-write |
| Pick tight, can I stick to guns in a gunfight |
| Yo, lots of diamonds |
| The new millennium was promised |
| Black comments |
| We tryin' to squash that big |
| But niggaz get hard headed, filled wit leaded |
| Fuck around and get deaded |
| Now I’m wetted, God set it, automatic |
| Yeah, me you face these niggaz starvin' |
| General of rap swarmin', acousiastic |
| Attract with the glock plastic |
| Move quickly, switch rides to Poughkeepsie |
| Black tipsy, but tell me, destiny |
| Move quickly, stick heads, be tryin' to stick me |
| You mad morbid, but it’s a planet out of orbit |
| Can’t absorb it but tell me, you all for it |
| Can’t call it, my defense’ll make you forfeit |
| Son, you quit fuckin' wit Iraqs dick |
| The General hoe, create my own chrome like y’all vote |
| Blast it too and plus it take two, now know |
| All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life |
| Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist |
| We move sheist livin' in these days of trife |
| Rockin' four carat ice, Thug Paradise |
| Yeah, thug Paradise, Kaddafi |
| Four carat ice, twenty five to life |
| See ya in there, yeah, yeah |
| Kuwait and Iraq |