Thug Paradise Tragedy Khadafi (Ft. Capone-N-Noreaga)
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[Verse 1: Tragedy Khadafi]
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 waves with the shell-top Adidas
The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm
Rocking state greens, sippin on Dom
Arabic link, Cartier on the arm
Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules
Nigga fuck the D's, 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 Dom, by the gravesite
The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin
Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen
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 waves with the shell-top Adidas
The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm
Rocking state greens, sippin on Dom
Arabic link, Cartier on the arm
Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules
Nigga fuck the D's, 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 Dom, by the gravesite
The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin
Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen
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