Текст песни Tragedy Khadafi - NORE-Faker
Tragedy Khadafi - NORE-Faker слова песни
(incoming ladies voice singing)You don`t want it, you don`t want itStanding all types of heatYou don`t need it, you don`t need itNo longer will you eatYou live for the street, this boy fights for lifeAnd we gonna show you tonight(Tragedy)Yo Mahdi, M-A-H-D-ILive and Let die whether you Blood or NietaArab NechaTwo hits in dashikiCamel Clutch like Goldberg move deeplyYou heard of me foul Mahdi get left leakyProphecy El Khadafi like SalaciBlack gangster, 2-5 rhymes`ll fallBounce back like MJ, off the wallYo ashes to ashes, dust to dustTriple-O, when you see him in the streets, blood rushYo platinum gats, scratched of serial numbersYo we gun runners, playing your hood with green HummersShoot-out for two summers, Yo in the winter we lay upHennesy straight with no chaserTrial with the suede blazerAfter the first hearingMurder the witness like you blaze herNectel with the Sprint pagerYo, yoYou minor league playing the bench, we all majorYo, Noreaga a.k.a. Nore-fakerBeat biter, rhyme style takerAnimaniac get clapped with foul gatSend you whole skeleton back to Iraq(background voice)Hahaha, send em back sonsend em back sonLebanon, BosniaAll that, y`all remember it(voice fades out)