Iraq (See the World)
Album: The War Report
Release Date: 6/17/97
Label: Penalty Recordings
Explicit version of "Iraq (See the World)" lyrics
Yo
This is my hood
It's laundry mat track
Iraq
Binoculars
Jake hit the strip
It's laundry mat track
Iraq
Binoculars
Jake hit the strip
It's cream on my land
My team break border and court order
ESP network
Your head jerk
Bad guys and black whips left the scene rowdy
Air cloudy
New assembly
Keep remedy for the poison of my enemy
Martin Remy
Yo
Have me hurt many
Immanuel and Fidel
Help the crack sell
Get it all back
The streets got me thinkin' 'bout my man's passin'
Stashin'
The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin'
Security be on my back for wrong reason
I'm livin'
Before I wasn't sure but now I know it's the way
Like
Gettin' bent
While I'm chillin' with my man on the wooden set
Front
Whatever choice you select handle appropriately
Baby 9
Lefrak shine
I need half outta that cake of regulate
Taken while you scheme and contemplate
Only results in the 360 action
But if it come back
Blastin'
You gets no days with no wins
My clientele excel is like the devil's spell
Drove me to the streets young so now I know it well
It's laundry mat track
Iraq
Binoculars
Jake hit the strip
Yo
You pull out you bust that
Your gat useless
It fingers the trigger
B*** with every nigga
Of course you get clapped
Splendid nigga
For my Iraq attack
Once a cool cat
Why you did it like that
Go to sleep
What? What? What? What?
In ya crib
What? What? What? What?
Hot oil on ya gut
Get bucked
Iraq element don't give a f***
It's laundry mat track
Iraq
Binoculars
Jake hit the strip
We on a mission
I'm addicted to the cash like
The crack head is a fiend to the crack
But I ain't into doin' no drugs
And stackin' chips like I'm stackin' bricks for a buildin'
'Cause we be buildin' this empire fortress
Secured tight like barbed wire for infiltrators
Regulators
Booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait
Watch you deflate like air balloon
Tryin' to ambush this platoon you run into a monsoon
Like stormy weather
'Cause we bust bullets
Eatin' through your gear like acid rain
Livin' like a snake in the grass
Simple and plain
We want it all so we can breathe like the wind
Bustin' 360
He blitz devilish
Eyebrows thick
(Some Arabian guy)
Arabian mind with source to fire arm
Caesar
Empty cigars stay smoked in cool cars
Queens escobars wear jewels like scars
You heavy gold
Yo
Now it's 96
Strictly big s***
While in car
Let the dutch spark
Dig deeper
My brother's keeper
The grim reeper
The word death
Yo
Grip tight
Thug blood
Slaughter
From Iraq to Yugoslavia
Compadre
World World 3
By the powers of God that's invested in me
Since 93
Got 85 percent of y'all worshipin' me
Back in L
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