[Intro]: Word up... yo... yo A little bit of thugs is all it takes To make this industry just great A little bit of thugs is all it takes To make this industry great...
[Verse 1 - Noreaga] Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route More bitches to doubt, more money to count Yo my Swiss account, with more cheese amount Keep piling and still gettin' calls from the island Still do the things I do when I was wildin' Tryin' to go from penny loafers, to mink sofas Spend a week with dime bitches thats freaks Body so bangin' I call they're tits Sants Ass cheeks scream loud like Sam beats I wanna be under the seats in our streets Last year around the time this year If I would have got locked, yo I wouldn't even care But now I got this rap thing No more hustlin, at age ten my team played to win We Sonny Carson nobody understandin' Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle And once you get muscle nobody trust you Tryin' to be like Goldy in the Shaft days These lasts days comin' up Yo these little niggas comin' up Get they gun tucked, ready to buck Not thinkin' Black on black crime yo it's swine you're both stinkin' Pretty Ake, IMAN and Mobb Deep yo it's Papi, offically Arab Nazi 2-5-2 we regluate this tune