[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   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 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 years 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]