Released on 1995

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[Verse 1: Noreaga]

Ayo, I want oil mines, mega shines and dimes

On the blocks wit ooh wops pushin' work in Marriotts

To me it's all worth it, to push that whip, the Eddie Bauer explorer shit

In a Range Rover, I won't pull over

I'm working with plans while my man's is cookin' grams

And yuck da jakes, money, I rake in forty eight states

Sip Don P, taller than me

With Helly selasie goin' at your weak posse

Noreaga, most supreme with my team

A crew a killas, rottweiler , attack squealers

Scheme on Cuba and organize with the ruga

Ain't nothin' dumping’ with the Panama production

While I be extortin', plus transportin'

A hundred keys, avoid D's on the plane

Ain't nothin' change, I still blow out your brain

Substance controller, organize the Ayatollah

Kohmeni on the beach sippin' Dainy

My fortess heavily guarded, you can't spray me

My house staff specializes in cookin’ keys

Plus pounds of trees from across seas

Sit back and watchin’ Menace sippin' Guinness


[Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]

My team push keys through the Panama Canal

Bustin' they pistol, sippin' on Cristal

The finest women, designer women wit appeal

It's all about keys and a half a mil


[Verse 2: Capone]

Ladies, kiss the hand of the million dollar man

Lay in the sand, I'm sittin' on a thousand grams

Designer women rub me down in lotion

Yacht coastin', sippin' the finest on the ocean

Armani silk, black Gators be milk

Kick back, watching the mack on the fortress I built

Organizing with them wild young Italians

Pasta like a mobsta, bubbly n lobster

Manicures and pedicures from salons

Paid like Nicky Barnes, cream Bentley [?] on a flight to Paris for lunch

The finest cuisine a man's eyes ever seen

Great [?] while I relax on the water bed

Masseuse with a pistol, sippin' Cristal

My whole team gon lace it

Armani suited down with G's in briefcases


[Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]

My teams push keys through the Panama Canal

Bustin' they pistol, sippin' on Cristal

The finest women, designer women with appeal

It's all about keys and a half a mil

[Verse 3: Capone, Noreaga]

I love riches, thug bitches with a passion

Dimes with fashion, to be the man, I'm only asking

While I push keys in countries across seas

With XD's who sniff blow through leaves

Capone's plan, passport to foreign land

Overseas in Japan, organizing with Chan

More cheese be peelin’

[?] stash the safe in the ceiling

My thug apparel, got me claim to be the pharaoh

Triple beam dreams, stash keys underwater

Navy seals evade, break the barricade, manslaughter

Two hundred and twenty five drug dealers, four wheelers

They gettin' cream and eating worms in tequilas

I got my cargo, shipped from Chicago

My money's in, coke connections with Colombians

Play the blocks, jewels wit ice rocks

Laced like coke blunts, push work in storefronts


[Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]

My team push keys through the Panama Canal

Bustin' they pistol, sippin' on Cristal

The finest women, designer women with appeal

It's all about keys and a half a mil


[Outro: Tragedy Khadafi]

Yeah, 2-5 nigga

The finest women

It's all about keys and half a mil, you know what I'm sayin'

Word up, 2-5 forever