[Noreaga]
{*howling*} CNN (CNN!) CNN
The reunion man.. we back again man.. are y'all ready man?
Hahahahahaha, yo, yo

My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home
it's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone
We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks
Based on a true story, it's Nore'
And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love me
It feel good to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits
Smoke more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and dead
and leave em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red
American Made lyrics

Give me some antiseptic
To wash this headache away
Give me a syringe
To inject the pain
Give me something pretty I hope I'll never be
I'd rather be creepy and very strange
Give me a cake that I can mix and bake
In a Betty Crocker oven that I will break

Bake it up and we will
Stab Stab Stab
Come on, don't be a
N.O., erase niggaz no pro-blemo
Keep a razor in my mouth - spit it out
And I never had to move nothin, I shit it out
And I still got it but I had to Thug It Out

Chorus: CNN (repeat 2X)

Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day
The real people do real things
So why is real people still doin fake things?  HUHHH?

[Nore]	Peace God
[Cap]	Whattup nigga?
[Nore]	I'm glad you home
	So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own
[Cap]	Stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes
[Nore]	Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out
[Cap]	My Niggaz On The Run they place out
	Flee fiends with the cake mouth
	Automatic guns, bullets spray out
[Nore]	Lay
Props Over Here lyrics

Showing love, with the fucking bass in your face
New York City have mercy one time, introducing the crew

[Fashion]
Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down
Plus I'm tired of seeing you fucking for they face of ground
'Cause when I sit back and think back of how you found me
It make me react react my fucking yam
 out, what?  Gimme the cash and the coke
	Sometimes I got money, and I still feel broke
	And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even smoke
[Cap]	I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
	The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry
[Nore]	And me, I'm Thugged Out, I just sleep on the floor
	with the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw
[Cap]	My heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz lean on the law
[Nore]	Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
[Cap]	I watch for the cops, still a Thug after the deal
	CNN gotta thug it for real

Chorus

[Capone]
Thuggology's the major, paper
Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole nature
The law was built around capers since the year
Soldier Of The Line lyrics

Soldier of the line how does it feel
You're far away from home polishing steel
The sun moves in between the mountain and sky
As dawn puts out its fingers splitting them wide
Soldier of the line what do you know
About the other side, they never show
They must be well disguised biding their time
Their armour well prepared so
s of the West
and are you real or fake?  How many thugs hear the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is goin to jail
Unassissted, I shivered and frail
My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille
I keep Chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale
Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail
Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every city a slug
If I was dyin would a true fan give me they blood
and would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious
I rock fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the creases

Chorus 2X

[Noreaga and Capone ad lib to fade]