Artist: Capone-N-Noreaga Album: The War Report Song: Halfway Thugs Typed by: MCRESPO012@prodigy.net, OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Noreaga] Word up son I did cause I had to discipline niggaz, knahmsayin? Eatin like he live, he ain't live, word up Nobody can't eat if I can't, word up If I can't eat God, don't let nobody eat God You ain't live - I'll eat ya food kid I'll take your food, it's on It's on now.. word up Cause he's a halfway - thug that he betray If you got locked that ass'd probably come home gay smack, blood out ya mouth (what the fuck you say) Break your feeble ass down (cause you ain't in my league) Yo, now ain't that the pot callin the kettle black I used to peddle crack, you never sold drugs so stop frontin I pushed the war button, you cold panicked Use tools to fix ya fucking face like a mechanic Dramatic, dynamic, and underhanded You say the shit that I say for so long I can't stand it The God bandit, erupt like volcano Shittin lava, right on they armor, you blood(?) farmer What Wha? (??)Hasa, gato, nuto cuatro(??) Imbalance the scales of slaughter, Iraq discipline and open ya face, spit on the cut, pour the Henny in ??? fuck a popa get smoked properly It ain't even got to be handed on record Just me and you, one on one, I'm only one Yo, the only one, ??? team alphabet Your power counterfeit, fraudulent, fraudulent yo Who's fascinated? I get highly lifted and upgraded You playa hate it, bite me before I made it My opposition, competition ya code scratched like gats without serial numbers that don't match CNN form, gang is called "Art of War" Yo you weak minded, dumb deaf the nigga blinded Left behind in, lost and found you can't find it John the Baptist, observe, mad water Surveillance my style, exile, feeble and fragile Not one crew, fuck you up like we do 252 (25 to life kid) CNN will shoot right through Set it off (what) break you off, just like a big brick Top that shit, mix and contaminate it Navigate it, 2-5 the most hated My satellite will orbit in rap, planet's my oxygen We poppin it, kick through door, do-rag and moccasin You can't stop, Lieutenant Arab Thirsty to have what you have Bust a new trade, Illuminati be the new age Masquerade courageous, loud and boisterous in three stages They try to get my Thunn twist in cages So get the word spread, spread it like love You halfway - thug nigga you betray Yo I used to hang around with y'all, cover ground with y'all Now I flip turn around and pull the pound on y'all Dissolve, that weak shit you thought just revolved like the Earth at its axis, I got access to map this pure blackness, yo attack this - blood sucker of the poor My power show and prove, livin on the 5th floor We at war, with the foolish Get deducted, lose points, they can't do this like I do this so what what, what what, what what, what what!