Iraq (See The World) - Capone-N-Noreaga

Yo, word up, I’m bout to rep my motherfuckin hood

This is my hood, nigga

It’s laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq

Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq

Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin us

Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us

It’s laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq

Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq

Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin us

Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us

It’s cream on my land, original man, cross water

My team break border and court order

ESP network, TNT explosive expert

Your head jerk

Backflip, illegal life shit

Bad guys and black whips left the scene rowdy

Air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly

New assembly, new identity, remember me

Keep remedy for the poison of my enemy

Martin Remy, Jack D to ali-ze

Yo, the Moe-T Dom P, personal Henny

Have me hurt many

Actions, coke infractions

Manuel and Fidel, our money well

Help the crack sell, stack bail, then we map trail

Get it all back

Smoke the black, hold the gat

The streets got me thinking bout my man’s passing

Stashin, the lex with a passion, gotta make it happen

The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin'

Security be on my back for wrong reason

I’m livin' what I’m sayin' on the block all day

Before I wasn’t sure, but now I know it’s the way

Like, if I get caught I’mma pay

Illegal life, livin' trife, what can I say

Gettin bent, million dollar dream, Hennessee and Moët

While I’m chillin' with my man on the wooden set, Front

I strike accurate you get wet

Whatever choice you select handle appropriately

Baby 9, murder my crime, you a fake

Lefrak shine, just wait

I need half outta that cake of regulate

Taken while you scheme and contemplate

Only results in the 360 action

But if it come back, then I’m pumpin double action

Blastin, tearin' niggas physicals in

Try and contend, you gets no days with no wins

My clientele excel is like the devil’s spell

Drove me to the streets young

So now I know it well

It’s laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq

Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq

Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us

Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us

Yo, son, I’m packin' steel, where ya hard hat

You pull out you bust that

Your gat useless, where ya heart at

It fingers the trigger, change ya name to fake nigga

Beef with every nigga, watch ya back

Of course, you get clapped, you didn’t bust gat

Splendid nigga, dirty rat

For my Iraq attack, Bust you with mega gat

Once a cool cat, smokin 'dagger, put it in my back

Why you did it like that, now my skin bubble fat

Go to sleep, I wake you up

Noreaga: What, What What, What

In Ya crib, tie you up

What, what, what, what

Hot oil on ya gut

Get bucked, get bucked

Iraq element don’t give a fuck

It’s laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq

Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq

Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us

Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us

We on a mission, not a small time thing

I’m addicted to the cash like the crack head is a fiend to the crack

But I ain’t into doin' no drugs, I’m just pushing hits

And stackin' chips like I’m stackin' bricks for a buildin'

Cause we be buildin' this empire fortress

Secured tight like barbed wire for infiltrators

Regulators, manipulate

Booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait

Watch you deflate like air balloon

Tryin' to ambush this platoon you run into a monsoon

Like stormy weather, your fatigues ain’t tough as leather

Cause we bust bullets, Thinkin' much more clever

Eatin' through your gear like acid rain, feeling pain

Livin' like a snake in the grass, you won’t gain

Simple and plain, my team play the game so we can win

We want it all so we can breathe like the wind

Bustin 360, cherry red 850

Iblis devilish, get cursed for fuckin' with me

Eyebrows thick, resemble Shatan

Arabian mind with source to firearm

Caesar, waves bangin', brown wallabees

Empty cigars stay smoked in cool cars

Queens Escobars wear jewels like scars

You heavy gold, Slick Rick, changed it

Yo, the main Vic, plottin' on you since eighty-six

Now it’s nine-six, you lay low, you mad rich

Strictly big shit, big play heavy wait

While in car, hear a verse, put it in park

Let the dutch spark, now we ride my weed dark

Dig deeper, black guns and black reefer

My brother’s keeper, throwing the world in a sleeper

The grim reaper, so much work he got a beeper

The word death, stamped that, it’s on your chest

Yo, you bullshit, my click thick, kid, we pull shit

Grip tight, illegal life, A-Alike

Thug blood, the same blood, thicker than water

Slaughter, play this shit in tape recorder

From Iraq to Yugoslavia, Somalia

Compadre, diamante, Papi

World World 3, CNN history

By the powers of God that’s invested in me

Since ninety-three, locked up, I did three

Got eighty-five percent of y’all worshipping me

Back in L.C., hop the cab thirty-three