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[Intro]
Yeah
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, island
Rik', uh-uh-uh-uh-uh island
Rikers Island— Island— Island
Rikers Island— Island— Island
Rikers Island— Island— Island
Rikers Island— Isl—

[Chorus]
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
Iraq Island, Iraq Island
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
Iraq Island
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
Iraq Island, Iraq Island
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
Iraq Island (Yo)

[Verse 1: Noreaga]
Listen to me, young thug, this is some advice
You do a stick, you be payin' the price
Catch you at the dice game, blow you out the frame, crack cheater
'Cause my n*ggas is grimy, all we really love is reefer
Iraq, the name alone got you shook back
On the island, you got ya manhood took
But turn around when you walk through, guns'll hawk you
Already took your sh*t, no matter who you talk to
The sixth borough, no chick, no dinero
No heat, East Elmhurst, Hauser Street
You feel the fury when you on that bus
Handcuffed, wishing that you ain't locked up
Now you get tested, jake tell you when you get arrested
"When you get there don't get molested"
Yo, call the C.O., that won't be necessary
They watch ya, beat ya down and take ya commissary
My adversary Donald-ly di*k, dynasty rich
My whole clique got paid, lawyers and rips
Gettin' locked up, fell down, no time for this
Aw, aw, when the gat got caught in the car
Astaghfirullah, not trying to be a Cold Craft Star
Yo, you might be illin', you might be wildin'
But uh, you won't be smilin' on Rikers Island
Rikers Island, Iraq
[Chorus]
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
Iraq Island, Iraq Island
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
Iraq Island, Iraq Island
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
Iraq Island, Iraq Island
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
Iraq Island

[Verse 2: Musolini]
Juveniles get shook at C-74
Mob too, ice grill when you walk through
Come through a fly cat, get tested for that
See where your heart at, that fly sh*t, n*ggas want that
j*rk on ya phone time, sweet n*ggas get robbed blind
Robbed for ya watch, robbed for ya shine
You better think regimen, 'cause n*ggas do a lot of deadin'
Let 'em see ya sweatin' and get PC-ed out protection
Don't buy sh*t 'cause cliques set rent up
And have you cut up if you don't pay up
Crips and Bloods all along with the Caves too
Business as usual, a bunch of criminals
Typical sh*t is critical, on the VI, a n*gga rippin' you
A daily ritual, jail talk is pitiful
Not for every individual I'm with
And I won't go back, n*ggas mad 'cause I keep a stack
[Chorus]
Rikers Island, Rikers Island (And don't talk crap, n*gga, word up)
Iraq Island, Iraq Island
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
Iraq Island, Iraq Island
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
Iraq Island, Iraq Island
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
Iraq Island

[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]
C-74, adolescents at war
Put ya ear to the floor, you hear a n*gga gettin' tore
Homemade blades galore, jigsaw your f*ckin' jaw
To your drawers, CO, one eye closed, watching you pour
How do you pause a hundred outlaws from taking yours?
Contemplated on taking you down from at the door
n*ggas with claws leave you with scars and open sores
Soon as you're bored get a sword stuck in your velour
Sharpen up one, son and become Quickdraw McGraw
Put up your paws, boss, go all out for the cause
'Cause livin' shiesty, it be pricely
n*ggas kidnappin' wifeys with hearts cold as Italian ices
That buck and a half slide across his face, lace him nicely
You type a feisty, but where you stand is where the ice be
Forever your life be gone in the wind, puncture holes all in your abdomen
When them thug cats come with the stabbin' and
The jury grabbin' and, look out, son, they body slabbin', and
While you was blabbin' and not knowin' what the f*ck was happenin'
[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
Iraq Island, Iraq Island
Rikers Island
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