Reunion
Mannen från U.N.C.L.E Lyrics

My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home it's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone
My friends get imprisoned but when they are released, they can afford luxurious items like expensive coats and champagne, like Capone.

We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks Based on a true story, it's Nore'
We act and behave like gangsters seen in movies directed by Oliver Stone. Our story is based on reality, it's Noreaga.

And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love me It feel good to have love in the hood
All of my friends support me and the whole neighborhood admires me. It feels great to be loved by the people in the community.

And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is good Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits
I don't have to buy marijuana as I have a good reputation and can rely on getting it without paying. My lyrics are potent and uplifting, powerful like a machine gun.

Smoke more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds
We smoke weed like it's a regular and don't have to worry about it. Hip-hop lovers need to listen to my music before they wet their beds from excitement.

My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin' and dead and leave em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red
My goal is to make sure that my enemies are missing and dead, and their naked bodies are dumped in a river, covered in blood.

N.O., erase niggaz no problemo Keep a razor in my mouth - spit it out
In New Orleans, it's not difficult to make people disappear. I keep a razor blade in my mouth, ready to use when needed.

And I never had to move nothin', I shit it out And I still got it but I had to Thug It Out
I never had to smuggle anything, I could easily get it. But I had to face challenges and be aggressive to make a name for myself.

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?
My mission is to live this way, even if it means selling things. I want to enjoy life every day. Real people do real things, so why do they still do fake things?

Peace God Whattup nigga? I'm glad you home So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own
A greeting between friends, expressing happiness at being reunited. We are ready to conquer and take over the world as it belongs to us.

Stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out
Celebrities who date people from poor backgrounds, from run-down neighborhoods to luxurious houses and vehicles. Dressed in stylish outfits with diamond-encrusted religious symbols.

Automatic guns, bullets spray out Lay out, what? Gimme the cash and the coke
Using automatic weapons to shoot multiple bullets. Demanding cash and drugs in a threatening manner.

Sometimes I got money, and I still feel broke And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even smoke I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
Sometimes, despite having money, I still feel poor. Sometimes I have marijuana, even though I don't smoke it. I rarely sleep, waking up ninety-five percent of the time.

The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry And me, I'm Thugged Out, I just sleep on the floor with the rats and the roaches, keepin' it raw
The remaining five percent is when I'm high, listening to songs about gangsters. I'm completely devoted to the thug lifestyle, even sleeping on the ground with rodents.

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?
If I were dying, would a real admirer provide me with their blood? Would my friend perjure himself in court on my behalf?

My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious I rock fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the creases
My objective is to be a notorious gangster, respected by others. I wear military-style clothing, with crisp creases, even while in California.

Thuggology's the major, paper Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole nature
Thug culture is prevalent and essential to our success. Capone-N-Noreaga will educate you, making you feel bad about your persona.

The law was built around capers since the years of the West and are you real or fake? How many thugs hear the question
Crime is an integral part of the legal system, dating back to the days of the western frontier. Do you behave like a gangster or merely pretend? Almost all of us can relate.

Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail Next to death's kiko, is goin to jail
It costs twenty thousand dollars to hire a defense attorney and an additional hundred dollars for bail. Being sent to prison is almost as bad as death.