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Correct Stay Tuned * Lyrics
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Capone -n- Noreaga
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Correct Stay Tuned *
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Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh It's a Queens thing (uhh, uhh) 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 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 Ceasar, 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 gravesite The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen *chorus* 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 Ac-u-ra, 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 *chorus* Yo niggaz broad daylight, woke up, early in mornin Gettin even breaths, my team'll grab heat Bust the fonta leaf, then roll up, some Sweets They was on since yesterday night, Dunn got bucked In his windpipe, we'll go to war until you pre-write Pick tight, can stick to guns in a gunfight Yo lots of diamonds, the new millenium was promised Black comments, we tryin to squash that big But niggaz get hard-headed, filled wit leaded Fuck around and get deaded, now for 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, stickheads, 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 Iraq dick The General hoe, create my own chrome like y'all vote Blast it too, and plus it take two, now know *chorus*
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