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* also appears on the Nothing to Lose soundtrack as 'Thug Paradise'

Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh

It's a Queens thing (uhh, uhh)

Too fly, word up

Khadafi, 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 shit

Black Ceasar, 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 heaters

Willies, 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 arm

Nigga 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 me

The life of a thug wasn't made right

When I die leave a bottle of Don, by the gravesite

The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin

Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen

*chorus*

All my convicts, livin on the edge of life

Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist

We move sheist, livin in these days of trife

Rockin four carat ice, in Thug Paradise

Thug Paradise, yeah, yo, yo, yeah, yo

In Thug Paradise

One 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 went

Jump in the Ac-u-ra, 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 it

Yeah no doubt

Capone-N-Noreaga

*chorus*

Yo 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 gunfight

Yo lots of diamonds, the new millenium 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, automatic

Yeah 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, stickheads, be tryin to stick me

You 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 know

*chorus*