L.A., L.A. Capone-N-Noreaga (Ft. Mobb Deep & Tragedy Khadafi)

[Chorus: Prodigy & James Brown]
L.A. L.A.—big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
'Cause we coming from Queens, it gets down ("Gets— gets— gets down")
L.A. L.A.—big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
'Cause we coming from Queens ("Gets— gets— gets down!")

[Verse 1: Noreaga]
Jose Luis Gotcha, golden guns and tons
General, Emanual, Iraq emerald
Government out to get me, trying to stick me
Move quickly (Yo), yo the God study swiftly
Indian style, knees bent, hands together
Regulate, drop a cake in like each state
Money to make, first of the month, son, chop the weight
Break the law and got a score like before (Yo, aight?)
Armageddon, marries street smoke wedding (Yo)
Invest cheddar in shopping sprees in Reading

[Verse 2: Havoc & Tragedy Khadafi]
My crew in the front got it locked, my live niggas in the back
Got the gats, yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate your thoughts
Black mask stole a ride to avoid up north
Jeopardize my freedom, blink out when I see him
But nine out of ten niggas wouldn't wanna be him
Rob him for his cash and spend it like per diem—
Per diem— per diem— per diem
A-yo, this rap shit is ill, kid, you make mad dough but still
Hit your crew off so they can sling krills
Show some love, kid, ain't no selfish shit here
(One love to that nigga Marley Marl)