[Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]

Niggas scared to pull a hit, but shit, my team real

Know a bitch sniff a pyramid of a dollar bill, she will

'97 to the hill, get ill

Do your thing, I ain't mad at you, son, it's how you feel

[Verse 1: Noreaga]

Yo, blood scene, bloody my vision, can't see

Straight off top, me, Ral and Mussolini

Was tied up, connect thinking that we wired up

Once these ropes get cut, I'm getting highed up

Slow it down, you moving too fast

Kid, it's the halves, you ain't know

It's illegal life shit, big bloody cash

So what you do, in due time, come back in view

That's why niggas can't relate to L.A., they stick you

Let's laundrymat this, revolution this Iblis

Keep the world in fits, my clique avoid death list

Black gangsta, 2-5, I co-perfect this

CNN, iced out piece, Italian necklace

Stef Bauer, you and L, ya'll work the hour

We all dirty, like the clique don’t take shower

There's more to get, hit the fuck up, taking power

100 channels, turn station, Operation 140

Earthquake would bring glory

Noreaga, but for short, just call me Nore

Category, point-blank end of the story

[Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]

Niggas scared to pull a hit, but shit, my team real

Know a bitch sniff a pyramid of a dollar bill, she will

'97 to the hill, get ill

Do your thing, I ain't mad at you, son, it's how you feel

[Verse 2: Capone]

I never sweat D’s, I let trees blow

Get bent on benches, hopping the fences

Here they come in long trenches, crack

Chase 'em, lace 'em, let the chef bake 'em

Jake, taste 'em, take 'em, wonder where we make 'em

Roll dice, and break 'em on the street corner

Betting stacks, holding packs

Hoping police don't run deep on us

Peep the third floor shade that never rises

For Jake, I hold weight, plus gats in greater sizes

Bulletproof down to my Nike's, now who the livest?

Survivest, open offa' lye contact, combat

Twisting your cap, and listen to rap

Position the MAC to blow out your back

Hoes across the map, foes eat a dick in fact

I'ma score, flip more raw than Dominique Dawes

Yea, flip that

[Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]

Niggas scared to pull a hit, but shit, my team real

Know a bitch sniff a pyramid of a dollar bill, she will

'97 to the hill, get ill

Do your thing, I ain't mad at you, son, it's how you feel

Niggas scared to pull a hit, but shit, my team real

Know a bitch sniff a pyramid of a dollar bill, she will

'97 to the hill, get ill

Do your thing, I ain't mad at you, son, it's how you feel

Niggas scared to pull a hit, but shit, my team real

Know a bitch sniff a pyramid of a dollar bill, she will

'97 to the hill, get ill

Do your thing, I ain't mad at you, son, it's how you feel

Niggas scared to pull a hit, but shit, my team real

Know a bitch sniff a pyramid of a dollar bill, she will

'97 to the hill, get ill

Do your thing, I ain't mad at you, son, it's how you feel

[Outro: Tragedy Khadafi, CNN]

Yo, black gangsta!

Yo, where they at?! Where they at?!?

Queens Bridge and Iraq