Stay Tuned Lyrics by Capone -n- Noreaga

Stay Tuned Lyrics

    * 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*

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