[Intro] Yeah.. That's that shit right here If you got some haze... roll that shit up [Tragedy Khadafi] To my jailhouse niggas with scars, Allahu Akbar
my life No matter what we go through this time Imma' stand by you so strong I'm not going no where, imma hold on [Verse 3: Tragedy] Yo I love you like
[Verse 1] What's really good, homie? Be gracious, my nigga it's nothin Gizzardheads cluckin', every other day niggaz is buckin' It's Baby G, tryin to
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
[Talking] Ma this song is for you...cuz i love you My tears fall on the paper as i write this ryme Its like somewhere in my life a part of me died And
"What price are you talking about, sir?" [Malcolm X:] "The price of freedom is death" Yo, Only one sperm cell survives out of millions Hustlers strive
skeleton's in the closet These streets are serious you better use some logic It might sound foul but it's "The Code" of the projects [Tragedy Khadafi
[VERSE 1: Tragedy Khadafi] When I die, lay me in the earth with Armani linen And send apologies out to all the women That I ran through, thought I was
the table like the Maffia and life ya glass When it's time to go to war, who be the first to blast? Real niggas shoot first and ask questions last [Tragedy Khadafi
shine with Lorenzos shine brightly, yo Laugh now, cry later, one day I might be broke And tellin' niggas I need coke Shit is real [Chorus x2: Tragedy Khadafi
(feat. V-12) [Verse 1] I want it to pop, I want the revolution to start Watch niggaz get exposed straight lose their heart God willing I be the one
Bee penitentiary Razor blade Papermate, cut through pages Cough up a lung and you spit like twelve gauges Elohim, black gods live from Queens Shaolin Island has been quarantined! [Tragedy Khadafi
think(Fort Greene) huh What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (Tompkens) What makes you think you could fuck with their figures [Tragedy Khadafi
roof [Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all) [Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi] Truth is truth, real is real, love is love Kastro, Khadafi,
one deep in a four door I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload [Tragedy Khadafi] Your coat can't save
hit these strips My only fear is a gun in my palm back in the streets Any nigga step between me and rap it's a wrap [Hook: Tragedy Khadafi's] Only the