T.O.N.Y. (Top of New York)

Artist: Capone-N-Noreaga Album: The War Report Song: T.O.N.Y Intro: From Iraq to Kuwait word up, Desert Station, regulation CNN, channel 10 once again...wha-wha! Chorus: 2x T-O-N-Y invade N.Y Multiply, kill a cop Me and you You got beef, I got beef Noreaga: Yo niggas tried to shit on me and make history, supposedly I was the man who was supposed to be The head of the clique Lip sealed, no nigga snitch Do or die, I smoke bogey, sword like shinobi Shoot up your block and make you know me You ain't ready yet, slow down and recollect Stay in the car, Astaghfiru 'lah bodyset Ay yo Allahu Akbar, look paw, now I'm set Air conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec glisten On a mission, shoot your back out position Found missing, 2-5 deep in prison Kid listen, die on the cross like a Christian So fuck you, plus your weak religion In disguise, nowdays I cut pies The invincible, untouchable CNN Is boldfaced, written in gold with ink pen Channel 10, we break ten, win again Kid you on pluto, homo'd out just like menudo Far from the sun, can't feel the shit that I do I stand in front the Judge about to lie, plus I'm high too Chorus 2x Capone: I did it for the love of cash your honor Traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke and the marijuana And my persona, glitters in gold Unlike them other money getters who stack, turn quitters and fold Cash and hydro, eyes low Looking Phillipine, divide dough And regulate, empire state caked up Raked up a hundred thou, now we all laced up What., shining, designer lex pearl lining The finer wine and, cuisine sitting mastermindin' Roundtable climbin to the Top Of New York Won't stop, until we get dropped from New York Price of coke rise Jake snatch my enterprise A million more, rookie cops thinking they live We survive, game tight like virgin nappy Feds on our back, tracin' Trag to murder Papi Tragedy: 2-5 we on a deadline, read the headline Noreaga blast with nines Move fakers, get ya back blown in Jamaica Lay you in the earth and curse you and your maker I told you fools to stop fuckin with the Mahdi Arab nazi, blow holes in your Versace This war's mega, with the arm legga legga Been doin this, since Mobb Six with Cormega Gorilla, animal thugs be trife looking, your hearts tookin' And got blown in Central Booking I'm mad iller, organized thug killer Now you little monkey niggas wanna play gorilla Officially, Mussolini, pump heme Insanity, temporarily my plea And the jakes never worry me as long as I'm free To my people holdin packs, nuthin less than a G Crime side of life, foul price to pay Illegal life, trigger trife till we old and gray When the flesh dry up and the world decay Reach heaven in a pearly white ACURAy But until then, I'mma shine to the last sin Resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again Chorus 2x