Tragedy Khadafi
Neva Die Alone
[Tragedy Khadafi, through voice processor]
Huhuhahhahahha.... oh sh*t! Haha...
The invincible - CNN
The unstoppable - CNN
Lebanon, Bosnia, Kuwait, Iraq, Syria - yo, yo, yo

[Noreaga]
Yo icepick, Arabic, Saudi Arabia
My clique roll thick, rip sh*t, like WrestleMania
Saddam Hussein - president of what I claim
Still the same name, tied to this sh*t like I'm to blame
Then maintain, gettin' this CREAM with bloodstain
2-5-2 cause the crew stuck in the game
A quarterly, you vs. me, and try to slaughter me
The door was locked - top lock stuck, bad luck
Come out the elevator - k-tone, like "N***a what?"
Arab Nazi - play the low, can coca-colo
What up though - 151, we smoke 'dro
Brown bags - tons of hash get smoked
Yo that real sh*t - pro'ly make you bleed down your throat
Then choke - coughin' up the murder I wrote
I smoke spanky - hit it hard, mega hard
Then burn it down under the ground around guard
I rented - b*t*h on my d**k then I presented
Diploma - keep her wide open in Tony Roma
Back shots - Holiday Inn about to bone her
And cold own her - drop her off inside Corona
With pistolo - call me tomorrow on the 'Rola
The Ayatollah - strike back you're just a soldier

[Capone]
For them thug n***as holding their gats and never scared
I'm prepared - every day get bent on beers
Play the corner close - quick to jump on the toast
Dead shot - take your knot, dun and get ghost
While you talk fronting - walk fronting like a villain
Soft something - so hot what a feeling
Mo' with the ice chillin'
Roll dice make a killin'
Wanna see twice a million
No love for a got civilian
Make salat, in the spot, kneelin'
For a second, freeze dealin'
Back to business
Pump 'til the pack finished
Stack spinach
Mad bent, crash renters
Full enough to whip somethin'
A-alike twist somethin'
Henny got my sh*t sunken
Stay drunken
Wit' a bop, holdin' your c*ck(yeah!)
Pushin' weed drop(hahaha!)
Yeah the game don't stop(don't stop n***a)
Let the beat drop
Bring it back to the top
Just for them thug n***as, chicks and hard rocks
Street to cell block
Rock to Comstock
Movin' like a flock of Arabs in war-lock
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Makin' on blocks of four-carat stone
Infrared chrome
In Kuwait I await skull and crossbone
In my own zone, Motorola flip-phone
The infrared on the Giorgio Armani specs
Blowin' tecs at the opposite sex
For the six-figure check, my slug injects
When the god lay to rest
My seed is next
I was blessed with a thug's caress
And a dime's finesse
T**anium chest and bubble vest
(Yeah... t**anium chest and bubble vest...)
My pop's dead now it's too late to warn me, inform me
D's wanna plant keys on me
Eternally I wanna sleep
Without the venom of a snake n***a tryin' to creep
Stakes is high and a thug's blood runs deep
The Jakes wanna see me layin' under six feet
Or so it seems, now my team work against me
They can't stop my money move - it's too intensely
Khadafi, I plant bombs where the Feds be
I'm like Moses in the middle of the Red Sea
With infrared and a case full of hundred G
Leadin' my thugs to the land of Qiyami
With no cops, pure coke growing on the tree
Arab Nazi
Tommy Hill and Nikes on
Guerrilla rap song
Yeah- CNN guerrilla rap song