Songtexte:
Under The Double Eagle

REPEAT CHORUS VERSE 3 What sort of a life is this Which kind life wey be this Wey someone go dey fit struggle Dey hustle, dey bubble for jungle No be for double

up let me show you the deal I be twisted with that Redman We get it all, cookin' dope makin' bread man I got the eagle full of hollow tipped lead man

jet to Miami an' back When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers an' you know I deliver The double N, enough

of him None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout Pull up in a bubble, hop out Then let a couple pop out I got two double desert eagles, bustin

aim or take cover 'Cause we poppin' cross hand an' christen your little Brother Eagle eye block strutters composed of baby mothers How they chuckle that forky talk, we seen double

they want trouble I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double Forget about the fightin', scrappin', squabing, buckin' I'll squeeze the piece you jumpin', dodgin', duckin' Squatin' under

that I can take. And this time she pushed me too far. I didn't shoot him. Fool, what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth

Flocka too So if ya wanna test my crew STEP now by yo self boy You gone need HELP Desert eagle under my BELT Mac 90 double clip or Flare so icey all

my inferno, we burn for eternal MC's delight popcorn, we poppin' every curnel Jot us in your journal, we hot like a thermal Nuclear explosion, under