Nore Faker

Tragedy Khadafi

(incoming ladies voice singing)



You don't want it you don't want it



Standing all types of heat



You don't need it you don't need it



No longer will you eat



You live for the street this boy fights for life



And we gonna show you tonight




(Tragedy)



Yo Mahdi M A H D I



Live and Let die whether you Blood or Nieta



Arab Necha



Two hits in dashiki



Camel Clutch like Goldberg move deeply



You heard of me foul Mahdi get left leaky



Prophecy El Khadafi like Salaci



Black gangster, 2-5 rhymes'll fall



Bounce back like MJ, off the wall



Yo ashes to ashes, dust to dust



Triple-O, when you see him in the streets, blood rush



Yo platinum gats, scratched of serial numbers



Yo we gun runners, playing your hood with green Hummers



Shoot-out for two summers, Yo in the winter we lay up



Hennesy straight with no chaser



Trial with the suede blazer



After the first hearing



Murder the witness like you blaze her



Nectel with the Sprint pager



Yo, yo



You minor league playing the bench, we all major



Yo, Noreaga a.k.a. Nore-faker



Beat biter, rhyme style taker



Animaniac get clapped with foul gat



Send you whole skeleton back to Iraq




(background voice)



Hahaha, send em back son



send em back son



Lebanon, Bosnia



All that, y'all remember it



(voice fades out)