歌词
作词 : K. Holley/P.L. Chapman/V. Santiago
作曲 : K. Holley/P.L. Chapman/V. Santiago
From Iraq to Kuwait word up
Desert Station regulation
CNN channel 10 once again wha-wha
T-O-N-Y invade N Y
Multiply Killa Kai
Me and you
You got beef I got beef
T-O-N-Y invade N Y
Multiply Killa Kai
Me and you
You got beef I got beef
Yo bitch tried to piss on me
And make history supposedly
I was the man
Who was supposed to be
The head of the click
Lip sealed, no nigga snitch
Do or die
I smoke bogey
Sword like shinobi
Shoot up your block
And make you know me
You ain't ready yet
Slow down and recollect
Stay in the car
Astaghfiru Allah bodyset
Ay yo, punk bitch
Look paw now I'm set
Air conditioned cooler system
Yo the tec glisten
On a mission
Shoot your back out position
Found missing
2-5 deep in prison
Kid listen
Die on the cross like a Christian
So **** you
Plus your weak religion
In disguise
Nowdays a thug prized
The invincible
Untouchable CNN
Is boldfaced
Written in gold with ink pen
Channel 10
We break ten win again
Kid you on pluto
Homo'd out just like menudo
Far from the sun
Can't feel the shit that I do
I stand in front the Judge
About the lye
Plus I'm high too
T-O-N-Y invade N Y
Multiply Killa Kai
Me and you
You got beef I got beef
T-O-N-Y invade N Y
Multiply Killa Kai
Me and you
You got beef I got beef
I did it for the love of
Cash your honor
Traffickin' across the Verrazano
Coke and the bitches
And my persona
Glitters in gold
Unlike them other money getters
Who stack
Turn quitters and fold
Cash and hydro
Eyes low
Looking Phillipine
Divide dough
And regulate
Empire state caked up
Raked up a hundred thou
Now we all laced up
What shining
Designer lex pearl lining
The finer wine and
Cuisine sitting mastermindin'
Roundtable climbin
To the Top Of New York
Won't stop
Until we get dropped from New York
Price of coke rise
J snatch my enterprise
A million more
Rookie cops thinking they live
We survive
Game tight like virgin nappy
Feds on our back
Tracin tracks to murder pappy
2-5 we on a deadline
Read the headline
Noriega blast with nines
Move fakers
Get ya back blown in Jamaica
Lay you in the earth
And curse you and your maker
I told you fools to stop ****ing
With the Maqi
Arab nazi
Blow holes in your Versace
This war's mega
With the arm legga legga
Been doin this
Since Mobb Six with Cormega
Gorilla animal thugs be trife looking
Your hearts tookin'
And got blown in Central Booking
I'm mad iller
Organized thug killer
Now you little monkey niggas
Wanna play gorilla
Officially Mussolini
Pump heme
Insanity temporarily my plea
And the jakes never worry me
As long as I'm free
To my people holdin packs
Nuthin less than a G
Crime side of life
Foul price to pay
Illegal life
Trigger trife till we old and gray
When the flesh dry up
And the world decay
Reach heaven in a pearly
White ACURAy
But until then
I'mma shine to the last sin
Resurrect through the birth
Of my son
And live again
T-O-N-Y invade N Y
Multiply Killa Kai
Me and you
You got beef I got beef
T-O-N-Y invade N Y
Multiply Killa Kai
Me and you
You got beef I got beef