Lyrics : Holley, Kiam / Santiago, Victor
Music : Holley, Kiam / Santiago, Victor
From fourty one  twelve
To the U S A  buiding in Iraq
My crew bust back
We're cap peeling
Your crew dealing
In a box with no feeling
Informer type
That's what you get for squealing
It's the money or the morgue son
Ready to die
Black Infiniti  yo  papi  call Ki
The coke connect
Don't trust us
He wanna touch us
So call Russ  tell him
Scoop me in the Lexus
It's all good
In the 'hood
Nobody know shhh
Infrared  off the roof
Some ol' scope shhh
CNN  desert men
Holding the chrome
With gorilla grip
Sing Sing  straight convict
Strap the door  C-4
Detonating shhh
Blow the spot
Don't give a ****
Who you go and get
We want the yay-yo
And the cash
That's in the stash
Strip his Tommy drawers
Yo  check the crack of his ass
You on some homo shhh
Nah kid  we on some real ****
Since we here
We might as well get all of it
Insh***** *****u akbar supporter
CNN  desert men supreme order
A kassi
Three and a quarter
Arab ****
Me and shorty from the Mecca
Having a session
Play the Shark Bar
Sipping on French connection
On the rocks  son
Hit me on the box
Time to hit the spot
Regulate the whole ****ing block
Grab the gray tape
Gag his mouth
Leave him for the rats
Stuck him for the yay-yo
Couldn't get the money back
So where you at
Meet me uptown
By the Polo Grounds
Strapped with the vest
Plus I got the 4-pound
Tell Caduece
Bring the A K
So y'all can hold me down
Aight kiko
I'mma meet you in a hour
Keep the free power close
Gotta get dun
And we ghost
Met papi in Iraq
Then winged by the back
Opened up the trunk
And threw in the big gat
Took off
Threw the skully mask over the dome
We war prone
Desert men tactics all shown
Met on 1-5-2  now we figure
Looking for that rich Dominican
With that gold act vigor
Chico  he got porico
Little do he know
We sticking him for all of his dough
This ain't your oridinary
Sh thug sh
That you used to  Q U
We stick you  we supposed to
Not your ordinary sh thug
Sh that you used to  Q U
We stick you
Yo  for years I been buying
My coke from the same cat
Gherri curl *****
Dominican ***** who look Black
As I think back
Transform coke to crack
Yo amigo  him and Rico
They got Perico
Son I know the spot
Like the back of my hand
Networked the plan
We sticking him and his man
Working zip-lock
Pop the lock
Flee the spot
Grab the knot
National
Tell Willy come and get me on 160
I got three people with me
With trenches
We uptown waiting
On the benches
The cab taking long
Dominicans coming strong
Claiming that it's on
From dusk 'til dawn
We right across the street
They don't see us
Ay yo  our Cuban disguise
It got us looking like we Jesus
Insh*****
We flee the spot mega far
Jump up in Willy's car
And scream "Alhumdu ***** "
25 people lost sleep
The other 25 lost heat
A gave up Luis
And said it wasn't worth it
The CNN drug circuit
Blind fold
Pass the gray tape  regulate
Cowboy rope strapped
To the chair  stay there
He just a power ranger
That snitched on me while in danger
Noreaga  treat that ass like a stranger
Yo yo yo
This ain't your oridinary
Sh thug sh
That you used to  Q U
We stick you  we supposed to
Not your ordinary sh thug
Sh that you used to  Q U
We stick you
Stick you
And him too
You and you
***** ass *****
Got you back
Got you back
We got you back
From sellin' that fake yak