[Intro: Noreaga]
From Iraq to Kuwait, word up
That's the station – regulation
CNN, Channel 10, once again... wha-wha! (Word up!)

[Chorus: CNN]
T.O.N.Y., invade N.Y. – multiply
Kill a cop – me and you, you got beef, I got beef
T.O.N.Y., invade N.Y. – multiply
Kill a cop – me and you, you got beef, I got beef

[Verse 1: Noreaga]
Yo, n***as tried to shit on me, and make history, supposedly
I was the man who was supposed to be
The head of the clique, lips sealed, no n***a snitch
¿Como ta? I smoke bogey, sword like Shinobi
Shoot up your block, to make you know me
You ain't ready yet, slow down and recollect
Stay in the car, Astaghfirullah body set
Ayo, Allahu Akbar – look, pa, now I'm set
Air conditioned cooler system – yo, the TEC glisten
On a mission, shoot your back out position
Found missing, 2-5 deep in prison
Kid, listen, die on a cross like a Christian
So fuck you, plus your weak religion
In disguise, nowadays, I cut pies
The invincible, untouchable C-N-N
It's boldface, written in gold with ink pen
Channel 10, we break ten, win again
Kid, you on Pluto, homo'ed out just like Menudo
Far from the sun, can't feel the shit that I do
I stand in front the judge–about to lie, plus I'm high too
[Chorus: CNN]
T.O.N.Y., invade N.Y. – multiply
Kill a cop – me and you, you got beef, I got beef
T.O.N.Y., invade N.Y. – multiply
Kill a cop – me and you, you got beef, I got beef

[Verse 2: Capone]
I did it for the love of cash, Your Honor
Traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke and the marijuana
See, my persona–glitters in gold
Unlike them other money-getters who stack, turn quitters, and fold
Cash and hydro; eyes low, lookin' Philippine, divide doj'
Regulate, Empire State, caked up
Raked up a hundred thou', now we all laced up (What?)
Shining, designer Lex, pearl lining
The finer wine and–cuisine, sitting masterminding
Round table climbing to the Top Of New York
Won't stop, 'til we get dropped on New York
Price of coke rise, Jake snatch my enterprise (What?!)
A million more, rookie cops thinking they live
We survive, game tight like virgin nappy
Feds on our back, tracin' tracks to murder papi

[Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi]
2-5 be on a deadline, read the headline:
"Noreaga Blast With Nine"
Move-fakers, get your back blown in Jamaica
Lay you in the Earth, and curse you and your maker
I told you fools to stop fucking with the Mahdi
Arab nazi, blow holes in your Versace
This war's mega, with the Arm-Legga-Legga
Been doin' this, since Mark Six with Cormega
Gorilla, animal thugs, we trife lookin'
Your heart's tooken, and got blown to Central Booking
Yo – I'm lat illa, organized thug killer
Now you little monkey n***as wanna play gorilla
Officially, Mussolini, pump heme
Insanity – temporarily, my plea
And the jakes never worry me, as long as I'm free
For my n***as holding packs, nothing less than a G
Crime side of life, foul price to pay
Illegal life, trigger trife 'til we old and gray
When the flesh dry up and this world decay
Reach Heaven in the pearly white Acurá
Until then, I'ma shine 'til the last sin
Resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again
[Chorus]
T.O.N.Y., invade N.Y., multiply
Kill a cop, me and you. you got beef, I got beef
T.O.N.Y., invade N.Y., multiply
Kill a cop, me and you, you got beef, I got beef

[Outro: Capone]
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