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Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I'm sayin' son
Ain't no room in this game for everybody, you know?
But uh, we gon' do our thing baby, we gon' do our thingYo, I man T.H.U.G. something stunnin', rappers get done in
I migrate, Queens Jamaica, Brooklyn gets sunning
All feelings though, we all grow wit' this buckle
I recognized life is a deal, cards and a shuffleEverything revolves around me, I couldn't see that
25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the feedback
Who need that, hundred gram stashed up in the cheese stack
We fo' black, want more trip, we get that old backAnd keep this world high, yearly raw supply
These fuckin' tracks have a nigga feelin' wide inside
Any bottle tip high smokin' lah in the rye
It's on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden treasureRecognize it's I man T.H.U.G. wit' Noreaga
Recognize that 2-5 shine will last forever
Embedded in your mind like the seams in butter leathers
Butter leathers, check it yo, yo, yoI keep it real wit' a nigga keep it real wit' me
I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal from me
2-5 be that bomb diggy bomb you see
Black juice in the Yukon driver's seatI keep it real wit' a nigga keep it real wit' me

I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal from me
2-5 be that bomb diggy bomb you see
Black juice in the Yukon driver's seatI keep it real wit' a bitch that keep it real wit' me
Cut the hand off a chicken tryin' steal from me
CNN be that bomb diggy bomb you see
Now it's Nore now in the fuckin' driver's seatYo I shot rapid, burn weed inside a back quick
Iraq embassy need a straitjacket
Yo let's rachateer this, while most niggas will fear this
Turn my shit down every time they hear itP H D me, rapidly right in back of me
Tackle me, them niggas make loot but only half of me
My faculty, blow holes in your Mos chinos and tuxedos
While all y'all niggas free load, reloadExplode on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis Khan
Dusk till dawn Art of War
Still time to score, yo we kid we poly for
Yo Victoria's Secret bitches that suck dick rawThe freak, Rick James type, I got the long pipe
Kick doors in, snake four fours in
Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin', TV's inside Suburban
Iraq dishieke, diamond cut pinkyListen to Trag shit wit' Noyd and Chinky
Network like the Internet, wit' Henny wet
Nine, oh be my set, so whatever be next
Nashiem, he laced this beat on some east coast shitI keep it real wit' a bitch that keep it real wit' me
Cut the hand off a chicken tryin' steal from me
CNN be that bomb diggy bomb you see
Now it's Nore now in the fuckin' driver's seatWe overdose this, high class wit' one E-Class
Shorty came through, she iced out and dressed in blue
Said she move from Brooklyn, reside in section two
Know how we do out here hoe, a two for squareGet high and disappear play the projects on super low
Plus she feelin' my style, Too Hot like Coolio
Plus her cooty though, bangin' just like the studio
From Iraq to Inglewood, it all good
From hood to hood, regulate like a thug shouldYo we in too deep, losin' sleep and can't call it
The game is still fresh until the jake try to spoil it
Even people I was loyal wit', give my life to
Be the first who turn around and try to spike
Now they don't like you, sendin' ten dogs to bite youI keep it real wit' a nigga, keep it real wit' me
(Yo, yo, we keep it real nigga)
I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal from me
(Cut ya hand off, fuck)
2-5 be that bomb diggy bomb you seeBlack juice in the Yukon driver's seat
(What, what)
(We keeps it real wit' niggas who keep it real wit' us)
I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me
(Fuck, cut ya hand off)
I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal from me2-5 be that bomb diggy bomb you see
(What)
Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat
(What)

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Capone-N-Noreaga (C-N-N for short) is a hip hop duo that consists of Capone (Kiam Holley) and N.O.R.E. (Victor Santiago). The two grew up in the housing projects of Queensbridge and Lefrak City (both in Queens, New York), and met each other in jail in 1992 while doing kitchen duty.

In 1996, they signed to "Penalty Records" in a deal with "25 to Life" records (Tragedy Khadafi's label). They were also featured as "Unsigned Hype" in The Source magazine. In 1997, C-N-N released their debut trend-setting album, The War Report. With exquisitely dark tracks crafted by Lord Finesse, Havoc (of Mobb Deep), Clark Kent, and a number of other acclaimed producers, The War Report became an instant classic. The unique chemistry of Noreaga's unorthodox lyrcal delivery combined with Capone's street-wise slang, established the duo as a household name within the Hardcore hip hop community.

After Capone returned from another stint in jail in 1999 the group then released The Reunion featuring the single "Ya'll Don't Wanna". The album struggled to go gold, due to the lack of promotion from Tommy Boy Records, and suffered from mixed reviews. In addition, Capone was sent back to prison right before the release further hurting promotion. Soon after in 2001, Capone-N-Noreaga jumped ship to powerhouse label Def Jam. Because Tommy Boy retained the trademarks to the names "Capone-N-Noreaga" and "Noreaga", the group was forced to shorten its name to C-N-N, and Noreaga was forced to bill himself as N.O.R.E. for his solo work. They recorded a new album in 2003 called The Religion, with a lead single, "Yes Sir", that was issued on mixtapes and promoted by a video. The single failed to make an impact, and the album was shelved.

In early 2005, Def Jam released Capone from his contract while retaining Noreaga, leaving the group's status in disarray. Capone released his debut album "Pain, Time, and Glory", in 2005.

In 2009 the duo reunited to release Channels 10 and has since then released The War Report: Report to War.

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