Nore Faker lyrics

Artist  : Tragedy Khadafi 
Song : Nore Faker
 


(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)