Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh
It's a Queens thing
(Uhh, uhh)
Too fly, word upKhadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise
No doubt, check me out, yeah, yeah
Aiyyo son, let me, let me put you on to what happened
How it went down check it
(Tell me, son, word up)Yo, TV's in the headrest, Sega entertainment
Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment
D.A. got a witness, lawyer can't explain it
Face the judge, on some money maintain shitBlack Caesar, hundred grand on the Visa
Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia
Found him in the warehouse, tied in the freezer
That's the life of a thug when he hold heatersWillies, up North, turn to dick beaters
Sendin' flicks to any bitch that'll feed us
360 ways with the shell top Adidas
The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm
Rock and stay green, sippin' on Don
Arabic link, Cartier on the armNigga fresh off work release Hercules
Nigga fuck the deez, we blazin' trees
Capone bag the keys, let's move like a gypsy
It's hot out here, relocate to Poughkeepsie
Feds play the roof in the hood, try to hit me
Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit meThe life of a thug wasn't made right
When I die leave a bottle of Don, by the grave site
The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin'
Lay me in the earth with the Armani linenAll my convicts, livin' on the edge of life
Criminal type thugs, who love to pull a heist
We move shiest, livin' in these days of strife
Rockin' four carat ice, in Thug ParadiseThug Paradise, yeah, yo, yo, yeah, yo
In Thug ParadiseOne for the money, two for the villainous streets
From Willies holdin' millions, foreala with no feelin'
Shit, my resident, Q-B settlement
Hit him on the hill, Jake wonder where the medal wentJump in the Acura, then blast a trey
Pour this A for those who passed away
My whole click shinin' like a diamond
While on Riker's Island, fake niggaz eat a dick rhymin'Mighty chrome, we got a song
Capone-N-Noreaga's on, we try to touch like a flip phone
I sip on Porter while you get extorted
To single, illegal life stick you, I hope the world bought itYeah, no doubt
Capone-N-NoreagaAll my convicts, livin' on the edge of life
Criminal type thugs, who love to pull a heist
We move shiest, livin' in these days of strife
Rockin' four carat ice, in Thug ParadiseYo niggaz broad daylight, woke up, early in mornin'
Gettin' even breaths, my team'll grab heat
Bust the fonta leaf, then roll up, some Sweets
They was on since yesterday night, Dunn got bucked
In his windpipe, we'll go to war until you pre-write
Pick tight, can stick to guns in a gunfightYo, lots of diamonds, the new millennium was promised
Black comments, we tryin' to squash that big
But niggaz get hard headed, filled wit leaded
Fuck around and get deaded, now for wetted
God set it automaticYeah, me you face these niggaz starvin'
General of rap swarmin'
Acousiastic, attract with the Glock plastic
Move quickly, switch rides to Poughkeepsie
Black tipsy, but tell me, destiny
Move quickly, stick heads, be tryin' to stick meYou mad morbid but it's a planet out of orbit
Can't absorb it, but tell me, you all for it
Can't call it, my defense'll make you forfeit
Son, you quit fuckin' wit' Iraq dick
The General hoe, create my own chrome like y'all vote
Blast it too and plus it take two, now knowAll my convicts, livin' on the edge of life
Criminal type thugs, who love to pull a heist
We move shiest, livin' in these days of strife
Rockin' four carat ice, in Thug Paradise
Songwriters
Henri C. Charlemagne;Victor SantiagoPublished by
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