Capone-N-Noreaga (C-N-N for short) is a hip hop duo that consists of Capone… Read Full Bio ↴Capone-N-Noreaga (C-N-N for short) is a hip hop duo that consists of Capone (Kiam Holley) and N.O.R.E. (Victor Santiago). The two grew up in the housing projects of Queensbridge and Lefrak City (both in Queens, New York), and met each other in jail in 1992 while doing kitchen duty.
In 1996, they signed to "Penalty Records" in a deal with "25 to Life" records (Tragedy Khadafi's label). They were also featured as "Unsigned Hype" in The Source magazine. In 1997, C-N-N released their debut trend-setting album, The War Report. With exquisitely dark tracks crafted by Lord Finesse, Havoc (of Mobb Deep), Clark Kent, and a number of other acclaimed producers, The War Report became an instant classic. The unique chemistry of Noreaga's unorthodox lyrcal delivery combined with Capone's street-wise slang, established the duo as a household name within the Hardcore hip hop community.
After Capone returned from another stint in jail in 1999 the group then released The Reunion featuring the single "Ya'll Don't Wanna". The album struggled to go gold, due to the lack of promotion from Tommy Boy Records, and suffered from mixed reviews. In addition, Capone was sent back to prison right before the release further hurting promotion. Soon after in 2001, Capone-N-Noreaga jumped ship to powerhouse label Def Jam. Because Tommy Boy retained the trademarks to the names "Capone-N-Noreaga" and "Noreaga", the group was forced to shorten its name to C-N-N, and Noreaga was forced to bill himself as N.O.R.E. for his solo work. They recorded a new album in 2003 called The Religion, with a lead single, "Yes Sir", that was issued on mixtapes and promoted by a video. The single failed to make an impact, and the album was shelved.
In early 2005, Def Jam released Capone from his contract while retaining Noreaga, leaving the group's status in disarray. Capone released his debut album "Pain, Time, and Glory", in 2005.
In 2009 the duo reunited to release Channels 10 and has since then released The War Report: Report to War.
In 1996, they signed to "Penalty Records" in a deal with "25 to Life" records (Tragedy Khadafi's label). They were also featured as "Unsigned Hype" in The Source magazine. In 1997, C-N-N released their debut trend-setting album, The War Report. With exquisitely dark tracks crafted by Lord Finesse, Havoc (of Mobb Deep), Clark Kent, and a number of other acclaimed producers, The War Report became an instant classic. The unique chemistry of Noreaga's unorthodox lyrcal delivery combined with Capone's street-wise slang, established the duo as a household name within the Hardcore hip hop community.
After Capone returned from another stint in jail in 1999 the group then released The Reunion featuring the single "Ya'll Don't Wanna". The album struggled to go gold, due to the lack of promotion from Tommy Boy Records, and suffered from mixed reviews. In addition, Capone was sent back to prison right before the release further hurting promotion. Soon after in 2001, Capone-N-Noreaga jumped ship to powerhouse label Def Jam. Because Tommy Boy retained the trademarks to the names "Capone-N-Noreaga" and "Noreaga", the group was forced to shorten its name to C-N-N, and Noreaga was forced to bill himself as N.O.R.E. for his solo work. They recorded a new album in 2003 called The Religion, with a lead single, "Yes Sir", that was issued on mixtapes and promoted by a video. The single failed to make an impact, and the album was shelved.
In early 2005, Def Jam released Capone from his contract while retaining Noreaga, leaving the group's status in disarray. Capone released his debut album "Pain, Time, and Glory", in 2005.
In 2009 the duo reunited to release Channels 10 and has since then released The War Report: Report to War.
Iraq
Capone-N-Noreaga Lyrics
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[Noreaga]
Chorus: It's long and mad track
keep the loot in Iraq,
Iraq, see the world, the world, see Iraq
binoculars, ours is out, son, they watching us
jake hit the strip, now police try locking us
repeat
[Castro?] It's CREAM on my land
original man, cross water
my team break border and court order
ESP network, TNT explosive expert
your head jerk, back flip, illegal life shit
bad guys in black ??, left the scene rowdy
air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly
new assembly, new identity, remember me
keep remedy for the poison of my enemies
maw and remy, Jack D the allizy, yo the motif
don p, personal henny, have me hurt many
actions, coke infractions, imanuel and fidel
our money well, help the crack sale
stack bail, then we map trail
get it all back, smoke the black, hold the gat
[Musolini?] The streets got me thinking 'bout my man's passing
stashing, the ?? with a passion
got to make it happen, the block steaming
and 12 k the cops scheming
secruity be on my back for wrong reasons
i'm living what i'm saying on the block all day
before i weren't sure, now I know it's the way
like if I get caught, I'ma pay
illegal life, livin' trife what can I say
getting bent, million dollar dream
hennesey and maui, while i'm chilling with my man
on the wood set
Front, I strike accurate, you get wet
whatever choice you select, handle appropriate
baby nine murder my crime, you a fake
Lefraktion, just wait
i need half out of that cake of regulate
taking while you scheming, comtemplate
only results in a 360 action
but if it come back then I'm pumping double-action
blasting, tearing nigga's physicals in
try to contend, you gets no days, with no wins
my clientle excel, it's like the double-fell
drawn into the streets young
so now I know it well
Chorus
[Mendosa?] Yo son I'm packing steel where ya hard hat?
you pull out, ya bust that, your gat useless
where ya heart at?
it fingers the trigger, change your lay with fake nigga
beef with every nigga, watch your back
of course you get clapped, you didn't bust gat
splendid nigga, dirty rap
for my (i)raq attack, bust you with mega gat
once a cool cat, smoking dagger, put it in my back
why you did it like that?
now my skin bubble fat
go to sleep I wake you up
[Noreaga] What What! What What!
[Mendosa] In your krib tie you up
[Noreaga] What What! What What!
[Mendosa] Hot oil on ya gut
[Noreaga] Get bucked! Get bucked!
[Mendosa] Iraq element don't give a fuck
Chorus
[Troy Outlaw] We on a mission, not a small-time thing
I'm addicted to this cash, like crack-addicted fiend to the crack
but I ain't in to doing no drugs
I'm just pushing hits, and stacking chips
like I'm stacking bricks for a building
cuz we be building this empire fortress
secure tight like barb wire
for inflitrators, regulators, try to manipulate
booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait
watch you deflate, like air balloons
try and ambush this platoon
you run into a monsoon
like stormy weather, give a ???
cuz we bust bullets thinking much more clever
eating through your gear like acid rain
feeling pain, living like a snake in the grass
you won't gain, simple and plain,
my team play the game so we can win
we want it all, so we can breath like the wind
[Noreaga] busting .360, cherry red 850
he blitz devilish, get cursed fucking with me
eyebrows thick, resemble (Some arabian guy)
arabian mind, with source for firearm
ceasar, waves bangin, brown wallabies
empty cigars, stay smoked in cool cars
queens escobar where jewels like scars
you heavy gold, Slick Rick changed it
yo, the main vic, plotting on you since '86
now it's 9-6, you lay low, you mad rich
strictly big shit, big play, heavyweight
bodycloth, hear a verse, put it in park
let the dubs spark, now we ride, my weed dark
dig deeper, black guns and black repher
my brothers keeper, throw on the world in a sleeper
the grim reaper, so much work he got a beeper
the word def, stamp that, it's on your chest
yo you bullshit, my click thick, kid we pull shit
grip tight, illegal life aerolight
thug blood, the same blood, thicker than water
slaughter, play this shit in tape recorder
from iraq to yugoslavia, somalia
capadre, diamonte, pope', world war 3
CNN history, by the powers of God,
that is invested in me, since '93
locked up, I did three, got 85% of why'all
worshiping me, back in L.C., hop in cab 33
Chorus: It's long and mad track
keep the loot in Iraq,
Iraq, see the world, the world, see Iraq
binoculars, ours is out, son, they watching us
jake hit the strip, now police try locking us
repeat
original man, cross water
my team break border and court order
ESP network, TNT explosive expert
your head jerk, back flip, illegal life shit
bad guys in black ??, left the scene rowdy
air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly
new assembly, new identity, remember me
keep remedy for the poison of my enemies
maw and remy, Jack D the allizy, yo the motif
don p, personal henny, have me hurt many
actions, coke infractions, imanuel and fidel
our money well, help the crack sale
stack bail, then we map trail
get it all back, smoke the black, hold the gat
[Musolini?] The streets got me thinking 'bout my man's passing
stashing, the ?? with a passion
got to make it happen, the block steaming
and 12 k the cops scheming
secruity be on my back for wrong reasons
i'm living what i'm saying on the block all day
before i weren't sure, now I know it's the way
like if I get caught, I'ma pay
illegal life, livin' trife what can I say
getting bent, million dollar dream
hennesey and maui, while i'm chilling with my man
on the wood set
Front, I strike accurate, you get wet
whatever choice you select, handle appropriate
baby nine murder my crime, you a fake
Lefraktion, just wait
i need half out of that cake of regulate
taking while you scheming, comtemplate
only results in a 360 action
but if it come back then I'm pumping double-action
blasting, tearing nigga's physicals in
try to contend, you gets no days, with no wins
my clientle excel, it's like the double-fell
drawn into the streets young
so now I know it well
Chorus
[Mendosa?] Yo son I'm packing steel where ya hard hat?
you pull out, ya bust that, your gat useless
where ya heart at?
it fingers the trigger, change your lay with fake nigga
beef with every nigga, watch your back
of course you get clapped, you didn't bust gat
splendid nigga, dirty rap
for my (i)raq attack, bust you with mega gat
once a cool cat, smoking dagger, put it in my back
why you did it like that?
now my skin bubble fat
go to sleep I wake you up
[Noreaga] What What! What What!
[Mendosa] In your krib tie you up
[Noreaga] What What! What What!
[Mendosa] Hot oil on ya gut
[Noreaga] Get bucked! Get bucked!
[Mendosa] Iraq element don't give a fuck
Chorus
[Troy Outlaw] We on a mission, not a small-time thing
I'm addicted to this cash, like crack-addicted fiend to the crack
but I ain't in to doing no drugs
I'm just pushing hits, and stacking chips
like I'm stacking bricks for a building
cuz we be building this empire fortress
secure tight like barb wire
for inflitrators, regulators, try to manipulate
booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait
watch you deflate, like air balloons
try and ambush this platoon
you run into a monsoon
like stormy weather, give a ???
cuz we bust bullets thinking much more clever
eating through your gear like acid rain
feeling pain, living like a snake in the grass
you won't gain, simple and plain,
my team play the game so we can win
we want it all, so we can breath like the wind
[Noreaga] busting .360, cherry red 850
he blitz devilish, get cursed fucking with me
eyebrows thick, resemble (Some arabian guy)
arabian mind, with source for firearm
ceasar, waves bangin, brown wallabies
empty cigars, stay smoked in cool cars
queens escobar where jewels like scars
you heavy gold, Slick Rick changed it
yo, the main vic, plotting on you since '86
now it's 9-6, you lay low, you mad rich
strictly big shit, big play, heavyweight
bodycloth, hear a verse, put it in park
let the dubs spark, now we ride, my weed dark
dig deeper, black guns and black repher
my brothers keeper, throw on the world in a sleeper
the grim reaper, so much work he got a beeper
the word def, stamp that, it's on your chest
yo you bullshit, my click thick, kid we pull shit
grip tight, illegal life aerolight
thug blood, the same blood, thicker than water
slaughter, play this shit in tape recorder
from iraq to yugoslavia, somalia
capadre, diamonte, pope', world war 3
CNN history, by the powers of God,
that is invested in me, since '93
locked up, I did three, got 85% of why'all
worshiping me, back in L.C., hop in cab 33
The lyrics to Capone-N-Noreaga's song "Iraq" depict the illegal activities and lifestyle of members of a criminal gang, such as drug dealing, money laundering, and murder. The song is a commentary on the gang's operations as they expand their business to various locations, including Iraq. The chorus speaks of keeping their money in Iraq and how they are being watched by the authorities. The music video shows footage of war in the Middle East mixed with images of drug deals and gang activity.
The verses of the song are performed by different members of the group, each lyrical story adding to the narrative of the gang's illegal activities. The verses delve into themes of living an illegal life, gun violence, bravado, and making money by any means necessary. The gang members quote themselves, their group name, and other famous gangsters to reinforce their criminal identity.
The song's lyrics provoked controversy due to its glorification of illegal activities and the negative portrayal of Iraq. The song's name and chorus are directly related to the 2003 Iraq War, which further detracts from the artist's reputation.
Lyrics © Royalty Network, Missing Link Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: LAMONT PORTER, VICTOR SANTIAGO
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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, word up, I'm bout to rep my motherfucking hood
This is my hood, nigga
[Hook]
It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watching us
Jake hit the strip, now police try locking us
It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watching us
Jake hit the strip, now police try locking us
[Verse 1: Castro]
It's cream on my land, original man, cross water
My team break border and court order
ESP network, TNT explosive expert
Your head jerk
Backflip, illegal life shit
Bad guys and black whips left the scene rowdy
Air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly
New assembly, new identity, remember me
Keep remedy for the poison of my enemy
Martin Remy, Jack D to ali-ze
Yo, the Moe-T Dom P, personal Henny
Have me hurt many
Actions, coke infractions
Manuel and Fidel, our money well
Help the crack sell, stack bail, then we map trail
Get it all back
Smoke the black, hold the gat
[Verse 2: Musolini]
The streets got me thinking bout my man's passing
Stashing, the lex with a passion, gotta make it happen
The block steaming and 12 K the cops scheming
Security be on my back for wrong reason
I'm living what I'm saying on the block all day
Before I wasn't sure, but now I know it's the way
Like, if I get caught I'mma pay
Illegal life, living trife, what can I say
Getting bent, million dollar dream, Hennessy and Moët
While I'm chilling with my man on the wooden set, Front
I strike accurate you get wet
Whatever choice you select handle appropriately
Baby 9, murder my crime, you a fake
Lefrak shine, just wait
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, then I'm pumping double action
Blasting, tearing niggas physicals in
Try and contend, 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
[Hook]
It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq, yo
Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq
It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq, yo
Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq
[Verse 3: Mendosa]
Yo, son, I'm packing steel, where ya hard hat
You pull out you bust that
Your gat useless, where ya heart at
It fingers the trigger, change ya name to fake nigga
Beef with every nigga, watch ya back
Of course, you get clapped, you didn't bust gat
Splendid nigga, dirty rat
For my Iraq attack, Bust you with mega gat
Once a cool cat, smoking dagger, put it in my back
Why you did it like that, now my skin bubble fat
Go to sleep, I wake you up
[Interlude Noreaga & Mendosa]
Noreaga: What, What What, What
In Ya crib, tie you up
What, what, what, what
Hot oil on ya gut
Get bucked, get bucked
Iraq element don't give a fuck
[Hook]
Yo, binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watching us
Jake hit the strip, now police try locking us
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watching us
Jake hit the strip, now police try locking us
Yo Outlaw, lace this, it go
[Verse 4: Troy Outlaw]
We on a mission, not a small time thing
I'm addicted to the cash like the crack head is a fiend to the crack
But I ain't into doing no drugs, I'm just pushing hits
And stacking chips like I'm stacking bricks for a building
Cause we be building this empire fortress
Secured tight like barbed wire for infiltrators
Regulators try to manipulate
Booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait
Watch you deflate like air balloons
Trying to ambush this platoon you run into a monsoon
Like stormy weather, your fatigues ain't tough as leather
Cause we bust bullets, thinking much more clever
Eating through your gear like acid rain, feeling pain
Living like a snake in the grass, you won't gain
Simple and plain, my team play the game so we can win
We want it all so we can breathe like the wind
[Verse 5: Noreaga]
Busting 360, cherry red 850
Iblis devilish, get cursed for fucking with me
Eyebrows thick, resemble Shatan
Arabian mind with source to firearm
Ceasar, waves banging, brown wallabees
Empty cigars stay smoked in cool cars
Queens Escobars wear jewels like scars
You heavy gold, Slick Rick, changed it
Yo, the main Vic, plotting on you since eighty-six
Now it's nine-six, you lay low, you mad rich
Strictly big shit, big play heavy wait
While in car, hear a verse, put it in park
Let the dutch spark, now we ride my weed dark
Dig deeper, black guns and black reefer
My brother's keeper, throwing the world in a sleeper
The grim reaper, so much work he got a beeper
The word death, stamped that, it's on your chest
Yo, you bullshit, my click thick, kid, we pull shit
Grip tight, illegal life, A-Alike
Thug blood, the same blood, thicker than water
Slaughter, play this shit in tape recorder
From Iraq to Yugoslavia, Somalia
Compadre, diamante, Papi
World World 3, CNN history
By the powers of God that's invested in me
Since ninety-three, locked up, I did three
Got eighty-five percent of y'all worshipping me
Back in L.C., hop the cab thirty-three
[Outro: People talking]
@_senegalensis
Legendary album, legendary track, legendary flow. Everything in The War Report is legendary, prime journalism, prime reporting. CLASSIC
@terrykerstetter1974
Nice❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
@yoursportsnow9729
Nore started sounding different after this album, hands down one of the most underrated flows ever.
@deezy81
That is because Tragedy Khadafi was writing for him on this album.
@yoursportsnow9729
@deezy81 yes but not everything, because nore flow was more like Imam thug.
@NevaSellmySoul
@Your Sports Now! Word nore low key was flowing like iman thug
@354allday
@Your Sports Now! And Imam Thug was another protege of Trag that's why.
@yoursportsnow9729
@JERU we know that. Lol
@JayDeeSupreme
War report one of the best hip hop albums out of the 90s front to back bangers!
@Cheeks1l
Facts, in the 90’s rappers had BARS!!!