Worldwide Thugs - Tragedy Khadafi



featuring Cam'Ron Killa Sha RZA



[Cam'Ron]

Uh thug shit Killa Cam thug shit Yo yo

I want my steak with a funky dame

Honey claim cash like the Money Train

Faces of death eatin monkey brain

Chunky change call it iced out and flawless

For all my niggas upstate with food inside the toilet

Yo I'm like Hoffa mixed with Sinatra

La costa nostra dude packed a toaster

True motherfuckers y'all blew it motherfuckers

Told you how we do it, stupid motherfucker

I chew motherfuckers, know how I do it motherfuckers

Lay your block down when I come through it motherfuckers

Niggaz want murders, maybe I'll call

Ladies'll fall, yo we killin babies and all

I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage

Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggot

Your mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habits

Oh, look at they karats



[Killa Sha]

Paint the picture, 2-5-2 killa scripture

Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives

Try to survive in this frontline with mines

Deep, but I'm in the minds of foul men

Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash

Kinda hard to let this good shit pass

So I dabble in it, heads eat and killa sin it

Ya bitch niggaz wanna get in it but can't fit it

Many is callin, but few is chosin

And them faggot ass niggaz thats holdin, ain't goin

Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body

Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break

A warning to the fakes (true that)

Play the dark and brought to the light

Lift up your dress for spite

Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights

Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight

Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega

Rhyme slayer, down with the QB mayor



[RZA]

Clear the interference...Yo, yo, yo

Yo, clear the interference, special guest appearnace

Turned up a DMA fresh like Wrigley Spearmint

Purse pincher, I'm underground like the Earth Ninja

A bag of wet be my only mental thirst quencher

I move slow on your mob, like The Blob

To gobble up every square inch quarter yard

Peach cobbler rap, Syberian panex

Ginseng gets clacks, six-pack, battery black

Keep on goin and goin, devil knit this sewin

MC's on the mic are takin flight like the Boeing

Our bitch Jamie Sommers got the hot pink Hummer

Plus I just bought a fat loaf of bread from Wonder

Clan expands we outnumber every grain of sand in Sudan

Flash the Wu logo on your hand

Cats be talkin, Bobby ain't feelin ya

But I bet if I was peelin your cap back with a two shot Dillinger

Hot lead released from my cylinder

You'd be talkin bout Bobby I'm feelin ya!

My intensity is the devil high density

Make yourself a century in Killer Bee penitentary

Razor blade Papermate, cut through pages

Cough up a lung and you spit like twelve gauges

Elohim, black gods live from Queens

Shaolin Island has been quarantined!



[Tragedy Khadafi]

Yo, yo, who's responsible for the Oklahoma Bombing?

I shot Kennedy, fleed the crime scene jogging

Feds knew I did it still gave me a pardon

For the way 2-5 just repped at the Garden

Clappin D-T's and kidnapped the sargeant

Blazin warrants, squadrons, all departments

Sneak heat through customs, secret compartments

Spit that mobster god shit, crime squad shit

Cock back with ease and squeeze on my targets

Can't be destroyed by plague or epidemic

Cripple any society, triple O menace

Level 48 and the Feds rockin sneakers

Tear through y'all weak crews with heat seakers

When we clap, bodies get rapped like fajitas

Fowl Jesus, resurrect the crime thesis

Platinum chain with baguette, prop the pieces

Shorties call Khadafi, a foul papi

Won't stop till the world immortalize Machti

Arab-nazi, bulletproof Armani rain suits

Skull and crossbone get blown with deuce-deuce

I rep for bing mobsters mad at life

Shootin videos in Sing Sing via satellite

War tactics, with gats under the matress

Y'all bitch niggaz playin y'all part, like an actress



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