Pain lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga
[Samples:]
From CNN world international, this is world news
[Gunshot]
I don't think there is such a thing as a good war
There are sometimes necessary wars
It was something that had to be done
The real war involves getting down there and killing people
And being killed yourself or just barely escaping
It gives you attitudes about God, life and death
That are unattainable anywhere else
I'm not sure I can speak about why human beings in general go to war
I think that's a large category, they go to war because it's impossible not to
Being shot, you saw them fall, because these things you saw
And the fact that this is for real...
[Noreaga:]
Unh! Unh! Unh! Yo, yo!
Waking up, cold in my eyes, two phillies ready rolled on the dresser
My chick hatin', I won't stress her,
Probably get her mad and pay attention much lesser
Hit the closet up, brush my teeth and get fresher
These things real you can bring your diamond tester
I see through your glass my dude, like Large Professor
My nigga died that night, lampin on the park bench
I'm kinda hurt, I ain't been back to the park since
See I'm a G holla, high like comets
And I ain't with the shit, I despise all the garments
Demise what you garbage, your whole team is green littered
Which means your target's not safe in the markets
I inherit niggaz beef quite frequently, that's why they call me Warrior N.O.R.E.
When they speak of me, Gangsta, Monster Kody, parolee
I'm on my Din, Hakeem, Allahu Akbar
Swing big swords, cut in half a cop car
My nigga Truth rock stock rims Magnum
Fuck them groupie hoes cause we been done had them
Bust nuts off, lower they facial
I'm a Geto Boy like Bushwick and Face
And I always had a record, I was born with a case
I feel pain
[Hook: Capone (Noreaga)]
Been through it all in my life
I done watched close niggaz to me die by the gun and the knife
(I feel pain)
This for niggaz on they own or locked up on the phone
And they never comin home, y'know? (I feel pain)
Look what happened to Haiti it's all crazy
Everynight I go to sleep and kiss my baby
(I feel pain)
Everyday the same story, war hustle, territory
We just try'na see the glory, y'know?
[Capone:]
Ayo it's fucked up my nigga Black Box died on christmas eve
My other homie on his birthday
Now we on the block thinkin revenge, not hearin what his Earth say
Lookin at his seed make me want it in the worst way
Besides that my other nigga got cancer and just found out that his wife is a dancer
So many questions all I need is an answer
I done did so much dirt ain't no room in the hamper, check it
I got scars on top of scars, William Wallace renegade,
Most of you niggaz sweeter than lemonade
We bloody up your garments, nigga this is phonics
I ain't speakin in ebonics take my words as a promise
Get Obama on the line tell him raise the threat level
We the last real niggaz standin when the dust settle
When it's war dunn, the beef never stops
It comes right back around like the hands on a watch
Army fatigue, fox, 40 below Timbs
501 Denims, coca sales with no lens
Just to see the snakes clear cause I ain't got no friends
Only my brother from another mother we goes in
My gun' the alarm, bullets fatter than Big Mama
To deal with' the pain I smoke scamah (I feel pain)
[Hook]
From CNN world international, this is world news
[Gunshot]
I don't think there is such a thing as a good war
There are sometimes necessary wars
It was something that had to be done
The real war involves getting down there and killing people
And being killed yourself or just barely escaping
It gives you attitudes about God, life and death
That are unattainable anywhere else
I'm not sure I can speak about why human beings in general go to war
I think that's a large category, they go to war because it's impossible not to
Being shot, you saw them fall, because these things you saw
And the fact that this is for real...
[Noreaga:]
Unh! Unh! Unh! Yo, yo!
Waking up, cold in my eyes, two phillies ready rolled on the dresser
My chick hatin', I won't stress her,
Probably get her mad and pay attention much lesser
Hit the closet up, brush my teeth and get fresher
These things real you can bring your diamond tester
I see through your glass my dude, like Large Professor
My nigga died that night, lampin on the park bench
I'm kinda hurt, I ain't been back to the park since
See I'm a G holla, high like comets
And I ain't with the shit, I despise all the garments
Demise what you garbage, your whole team is green littered
Which means your target's not safe in the markets
I inherit niggaz beef quite frequently, that's why they call me Warrior N.O.R.E.
When they speak of me, Gangsta, Monster Kody, parolee
I'm on my Din, Hakeem, Allahu Akbar
Swing big swords, cut in half a cop car
My nigga Truth rock stock rims Magnum
Fuck them groupie hoes cause we been done had them
Bust nuts off, lower they facial
I'm a Geto Boy like Bushwick and Face
And I always had a record, I was born with a case
I feel pain
[Hook: Capone (Noreaga)]
Been through it all in my life
I done watched close niggaz to me die by the gun and the knife
(I feel pain)
This for niggaz on they own or locked up on the phone
And they never comin home, y'know? (I feel pain)
Look what happened to Haiti it's all crazy
Everynight I go to sleep and kiss my baby
(I feel pain)
Everyday the same story, war hustle, territory
We just try'na see the glory, y'know?
[Capone:]
Ayo it's fucked up my nigga Black Box died on christmas eve
My other homie on his birthday
Now we on the block thinkin revenge, not hearin what his Earth say
Lookin at his seed make me want it in the worst way
Besides that my other nigga got cancer and just found out that his wife is a dancer
So many questions all I need is an answer
I done did so much dirt ain't no room in the hamper, check it
I got scars on top of scars, William Wallace renegade,
Most of you niggaz sweeter than lemonade
We bloody up your garments, nigga this is phonics
I ain't speakin in ebonics take my words as a promise
Get Obama on the line tell him raise the threat level
We the last real niggaz standin when the dust settle
When it's war dunn, the beef never stops
It comes right back around like the hands on a watch
Army fatigue, fox, 40 below Timbs
501 Denims, coca sales with no lens
Just to see the snakes clear cause I ain't got no friends
Only my brother from another mother we goes in
My gun' the alarm, bullets fatter than Big Mama
To deal with' the pain I smoke scamah (I feel pain)
[Hook]
Bodega Stories lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga (feat. The LOX)
[Noreaga:]
{Ayo aki man, I want a turkey and cheese man "oil and vinegar"
Hold the tomatoes Bee, extra mayonase ya'll niggas be cheap on the mayonase
And I'm a take some chips and this muthafucking Sunkist I'll pay you later}
Yeaa! See I don't see eye to eye with niggas
I kill em fast I ain't gotta say goodbye to niggas
Noreaga the office is a bodega
Ask pancho hit em with the hancho
All I really need is baking soda and the blanco
Bullet proof glass selling loosies on the late night
Got big work kind to cut it with a snake knife
The homie paco work on the morning shift
That's my man uncle put in work for a morning sniff
Yea! we done switch the whole operation
Humptu ala prey we lost to observation
They know I'm the shit but I had constipation
Right hand damaged again and I ain't lefty
Put the razor right by his chin right where his neck be
My new York niggas wolverine chlorine
Wild niggas from fort greene roll like a ball team
[Chorus x2: Noreaga]
Bodega dreams bodega nightmares
This my hood I grew up and had fights here
And you protect it so when you get arrest it
They ask you to speak without a lawyer you neglect it
[Jadakiss:]
Ahaaaa!.Yo Steal it if you can't afford it
Shoot it out or either sort it
The war still gotta get reported
Coke will get snorted niggas will get slaughter
Spots get raided shut down and boughted
I really owe papi half of my stash
For letting me set shop up in the back by the trash
This here is the get back I can just kick back
Cop and go thou move traffic by the chip rack
[Sheek:]
"Donnie" Na is Foxy and Mega Street Fighter or Sega
Corner store vanilla dutchy the bodega
Use to have the hammer that shoot crooked
Fell asleep drunk one night moms came home and she took it
Look it boards head turkey fiends coming thru with bootleg burkies
Tell my lil workers to chirp em
Donnie white hoody white 4 door Porsche ku klux looking
Here my source in Brooklyn
[Styles P:]
Use to move C and D in the bodega
12 gauge pump nine mill and the 0 raza
Weapon by the video game never one by the cold cuts
Niggas get stretched over here for acting so tough
This our hood consider it a wolf den
Tryna run up in and fucking with a wolf then
Get a bullet in your tooth then
CNN and Lox hood niggas salute them.
[Chorus]
[Capone:]
Aiyyo Mo from the candy store use to sell a nigga bullets
And he from Pakistan hit em with a half a gram
He get you anything no matter the gun size
Throw it in the bag with the chips and the loosies
Papi on the ave got the connect on the bootsies
A stroll outta 40th me and my nigga snoopy
Yea what up papi dimelo un minuto let's polly thou
Walk me to the basement I was startle by the rody bark
Flash the 8 on me musta thought I was from cali park
Na pa I need something that fit on my nike boot
He laughed at me in Spanish and said this will bite troops
Grab the lil 25 next to the gold riffle
This is etiquette I'm on my berretta shit gave em the bread and split
I heard that 24 got the re-up
That's the all night store the hood ikea
You can get it all from the baggies to the leaks
Ak said is a drought come and see em in a week
Fuck that this is my hood my niggas gotta eat.
[Chorus]
{Ayo aki man, I want a turkey and cheese man "oil and vinegar"
Hold the tomatoes Bee, extra mayonase ya'll niggas be cheap on the mayonase
And I'm a take some chips and this muthafucking Sunkist I'll pay you later}
Yeaa! See I don't see eye to eye with niggas
I kill em fast I ain't gotta say goodbye to niggas
Noreaga the office is a bodega
Ask pancho hit em with the hancho
All I really need is baking soda and the blanco
Bullet proof glass selling loosies on the late night
Got big work kind to cut it with a snake knife
The homie paco work on the morning shift
That's my man uncle put in work for a morning sniff
Yea! we done switch the whole operation
Humptu ala prey we lost to observation
They know I'm the shit but I had constipation
Right hand damaged again and I ain't lefty
Put the razor right by his chin right where his neck be
My new York niggas wolverine chlorine
Wild niggas from fort greene roll like a ball team
[Chorus x2: Noreaga]
Bodega dreams bodega nightmares
This my hood I grew up and had fights here
And you protect it so when you get arrest it
They ask you to speak without a lawyer you neglect it
[Jadakiss:]
Ahaaaa!.Yo Steal it if you can't afford it
Shoot it out or either sort it
The war still gotta get reported
Coke will get snorted niggas will get slaughter
Spots get raided shut down and boughted
I really owe papi half of my stash
For letting me set shop up in the back by the trash
This here is the get back I can just kick back
Cop and go thou move traffic by the chip rack
[Sheek:]
"Donnie" Na is Foxy and Mega Street Fighter or Sega
Corner store vanilla dutchy the bodega
Use to have the hammer that shoot crooked
Fell asleep drunk one night moms came home and she took it
Look it boards head turkey fiends coming thru with bootleg burkies
Tell my lil workers to chirp em
Donnie white hoody white 4 door Porsche ku klux looking
Here my source in Brooklyn
[Styles P:]
Use to move C and D in the bodega
12 gauge pump nine mill and the 0 raza
Weapon by the video game never one by the cold cuts
Niggas get stretched over here for acting so tough
This our hood consider it a wolf den
Tryna run up in and fucking with a wolf then
Get a bullet in your tooth then
CNN and Lox hood niggas salute them.
[Chorus]
[Capone:]
Aiyyo Mo from the candy store use to sell a nigga bullets
And he from Pakistan hit em with a half a gram
He get you anything no matter the gun size
Throw it in the bag with the chips and the loosies
Papi on the ave got the connect on the bootsies
A stroll outta 40th me and my nigga snoopy
Yea what up papi dimelo un minuto let's polly thou
Walk me to the basement I was startle by the rody bark
Flash the 8 on me musta thought I was from cali park
Na pa I need something that fit on my nike boot
He laughed at me in Spanish and said this will bite troops
Grab the lil 25 next to the gold riffle
This is etiquette I'm on my berretta shit gave em the bread and split
I heard that 24 got the re-up
That's the all night store the hood ikea
You can get it all from the baggies to the leaks
Ak said is a drought come and see em in a week
Fuck that this is my hood my niggas gotta eat.
[Chorus]
Dutches Vs. Phillies Vs. Bamboo lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga (feat. Raekwon)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, shorty, man
Yo, I been seeing you, man, for real, man, come on, man
Yo, man, tell your girl let me sleep with her, man
I give you a thousand grams
[Raekwon:]
He throw blow in lands, hit good pussy up, kush me up
My dough is advanced and rover with the lambskin coat on
Lighting reefer, my mans and them
We got plans, man, but first show me where the grams went
Ten fold scheme in the doorway, we all the way in now
What they rolling for? We blowing them bowling balls
Rifle with the knife on it, lifers jump right up on it
Maseratis double piping, wrist lightning
I rhyme for the flight men, the drug boys, thug noise
They want, they come get it from me, it's like done
I'm just a scholar with some street drug news, plug dudes
No kidnappings, we mug dudes, I love jewels
Might take your man shit, up in the jam and shit
Listening to Eric B. and Rakim planning shit
I'm all for the vandal shit, good nights
Bet I got a good gun with long bullets and a Taruga light
Come to the palace, chalices, hood pussy from Dallas
All of this is childish, I allowed this
Rap saved the babies, all these young niggas with these 3-80's
Fronting like they robbed down Macy's
Stop it, we them cockpit boys, we got shit
Plus pop shit, grab your bird twatty; obnoxious
Flashin' knots and shit, yachts that smell like piss
It's all good, we only fucking in her mouth, partner
The lock men, I rock, was robbing, met her out in Africa
Yeah, yeah, bought her my glock, let me hold that man...
[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
We the Dutch Masters, the blunts with the gun flashers
Love maxing, watch niggas last moves
Keep it cool, get those ones, play the building
Get your run game on, and stay stashing
[N.O.R.E.:]
Aiyo, octopus hands, slash backs of the gold rolly
Shootouts in the liquor store, my man on parole owe me
Old man freedom still preaching on the block
Still talking, you can't sling drums and hold a walkman
Fishcale dumped inside the quarter water juices
Staircase madness, the hammer stash gooses
Went to time flow, yo I heard they let Shyne go
Big whip spaces, betting at the horse races
Old school with it, banging Julio Iglesias
Suaded leather seats, feet reclined, line back of moves
Homey with the chipped tooth from Faragent, he arrogant
Did a bid with him, gave him razors in the church hall
Then he turn Muslim, Jihad to hurt ya'll
Hooligan goon shit, never onto FUBU
Never on computers, niggas never heard of Google
Mink slippers lounging with the cashmere headband
Still spending Euro's, Germany, Dresden
Dubai high, drinking all the French water
Champagne-yah, my campaign a, macarena
Aim a flamer, his accent was Dana Daner
I mean Dana Dane, distribution crazy 'caine
Elvis sideburns, his appearance always crazy lame
Move big weight though, winnebago
Remind me of Dego, and Jose Canseco
The man in San Diego, that's where he lay low
His soldiers do what he say so, all day though
Yeah, little nigga you gotta respect protocol
That's where you come from homeyboy
[Chorus x2: N.O.R.E.]
Aiyo, cigar niggas, Phillies my favorite
Beat the affidavit, that good weed, you save it
Run through the alleyways, ever since the valley days
We been on that New York shit but smoking Cali haze
[Capone:]
Aiyo, five grams crushed in a bill fold, he snorted it
Coke professor, test it before he ordered it
Lamping on a La-Z-Boy, real McCoy, flick the ashes
Champagne bitches is butt naked, filling glasses
Whips with the mean stashes, ox spitting gun clappers
Onasis money, she fly with the package
Easy Wider rider nigga, I'm a bamboo vandal
Ran through cities, looking for white paper, that rice papers
That bullshit, the back of the Bibles, the light saver
I blow joints to the head, Al Queda raider
Black bandanna, old hammer, phone scrambler
Niggas wearing wires cause shit bad, lit on fire
Old school marvels, pardon the middle, waves bust to the side
Still rocking diddy bop like '85
Them pinky rings, diamond crust Diors is diamonds dusted, trust it
My niggas rob to rob niggas, so fuck it
Hip hop awards, I was low in them bucket, blowing kisses at Toya Luckett
Before that I was backstage puffing
[Chorus x2: Capone]
For my bamboo niggas, lay low playing the benches, relentless
Fresh home from a sentence
You know the rules, get your money and move, blast tools
Clap dudes, keep they ear to the streets with tattoos
Yo, shorty, man
Yo, I been seeing you, man, for real, man, come on, man
Yo, man, tell your girl let me sleep with her, man
I give you a thousand grams
[Raekwon:]
He throw blow in lands, hit good pussy up, kush me up
My dough is advanced and rover with the lambskin coat on
Lighting reefer, my mans and them
We got plans, man, but first show me where the grams went
Ten fold scheme in the doorway, we all the way in now
What they rolling for? We blowing them bowling balls
Rifle with the knife on it, lifers jump right up on it
Maseratis double piping, wrist lightning
I rhyme for the flight men, the drug boys, thug noise
They want, they come get it from me, it's like done
I'm just a scholar with some street drug news, plug dudes
No kidnappings, we mug dudes, I love jewels
Might take your man shit, up in the jam and shit
Listening to Eric B. and Rakim planning shit
I'm all for the vandal shit, good nights
Bet I got a good gun with long bullets and a Taruga light
Come to the palace, chalices, hood pussy from Dallas
All of this is childish, I allowed this
Rap saved the babies, all these young niggas with these 3-80's
Fronting like they robbed down Macy's
Stop it, we them cockpit boys, we got shit
Plus pop shit, grab your bird twatty; obnoxious
Flashin' knots and shit, yachts that smell like piss
It's all good, we only fucking in her mouth, partner
The lock men, I rock, was robbing, met her out in Africa
Yeah, yeah, bought her my glock, let me hold that man...
[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
We the Dutch Masters, the blunts with the gun flashers
Love maxing, watch niggas last moves
Keep it cool, get those ones, play the building
Get your run game on, and stay stashing
[N.O.R.E.:]
Aiyo, octopus hands, slash backs of the gold rolly
Shootouts in the liquor store, my man on parole owe me
Old man freedom still preaching on the block
Still talking, you can't sling drums and hold a walkman
Fishcale dumped inside the quarter water juices
Staircase madness, the hammer stash gooses
Went to time flow, yo I heard they let Shyne go
Big whip spaces, betting at the horse races
Old school with it, banging Julio Iglesias
Suaded leather seats, feet reclined, line back of moves
Homey with the chipped tooth from Faragent, he arrogant
Did a bid with him, gave him razors in the church hall
Then he turn Muslim, Jihad to hurt ya'll
Hooligan goon shit, never onto FUBU
Never on computers, niggas never heard of Google
Mink slippers lounging with the cashmere headband
Still spending Euro's, Germany, Dresden
Dubai high, drinking all the French water
Champagne-yah, my campaign a, macarena
Aim a flamer, his accent was Dana Daner
I mean Dana Dane, distribution crazy 'caine
Elvis sideburns, his appearance always crazy lame
Move big weight though, winnebago
Remind me of Dego, and Jose Canseco
The man in San Diego, that's where he lay low
His soldiers do what he say so, all day though
Yeah, little nigga you gotta respect protocol
That's where you come from homeyboy
[Chorus x2: N.O.R.E.]
Aiyo, cigar niggas, Phillies my favorite
Beat the affidavit, that good weed, you save it
Run through the alleyways, ever since the valley days
We been on that New York shit but smoking Cali haze
[Capone:]
Aiyo, five grams crushed in a bill fold, he snorted it
Coke professor, test it before he ordered it
Lamping on a La-Z-Boy, real McCoy, flick the ashes
Champagne bitches is butt naked, filling glasses
Whips with the mean stashes, ox spitting gun clappers
Onasis money, she fly with the package
Easy Wider rider nigga, I'm a bamboo vandal
Ran through cities, looking for white paper, that rice papers
That bullshit, the back of the Bibles, the light saver
I blow joints to the head, Al Queda raider
Black bandanna, old hammer, phone scrambler
Niggas wearing wires cause shit bad, lit on fire
Old school marvels, pardon the middle, waves bust to the side
Still rocking diddy bop like '85
Them pinky rings, diamond crust Diors is diamonds dusted, trust it
My niggas rob to rob niggas, so fuck it
Hip hop awards, I was low in them bucket, blowing kisses at Toya Luckett
Before that I was backstage puffing
[Chorus x2: Capone]
For my bamboo niggas, lay low playing the benches, relentless
Fresh home from a sentence
You know the rules, get your money and move, blast tools
Clap dudes, keep they ear to the streets with tattoos
The Reserves lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga (feat. Raekwon)
['Marvin the Martian' sample:]
Dear, this is most inconvenient
Now I'll have to call out the reserves
[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
Aiyo, drugs from Philippines, guns and guillotines
Murder land triflers in the hood with killa genes
Car hard jumpers and seeds is gold robers and them cheebas
Fresh off the block, note the leeches
[N.O.R.E.:]
Aiyo, machine gun rap, Maybach floor mats
Panel door suicidal, you see my rivals
Keep the sour puss face, I keep the kush case
Phillies unravel, Earth smoke spending with me
Afghanistan headband, that straight sticky
Empty pillow cases with the soda and the soap in them
With my Indian niggas that only sling opium
It's Shallah, my Chinese dudes, take they Shahada
In sweatshops, cutting them things from Guatemala
My rosary beads is blessed, came from the mountains
Used to sell dust juice, water like a fountain
I meditate in a room full of rich rugs
Stretch coke like yoga, deep like Yoda
My chronic is green they call it Shrek like ogre
Militainment, Icewater, water that freezes
Them hand to hand on the block with them pieces
[Chorus x2]
[Capone:]
Check this military regime, mafia, guns from Czechoslovakia
We eating bread getting stockier
Army apparel, draped in the Vatican, you rocking that last year
The bulletproof vessels is cashmere
Burning in a hostler, or toast ya
The east coast go Cosa Nostra, heart cold as Nova Scotia
Ramble like Che Guevara, I ran the Reagan era
Word to mama, now I smoke Obama in a grey Carrera
That's presidential kush, blowing outta bongs that fiber glass
Seventeen thirty eight Remy
The semi hold bullets that size of a little penny
Block stars, not a rock star rocking my jeans skinny
For parole violating fugitives on a run, son
Live by the gun, son, die by a dumb dumb
It's not where you at, it's where you come from
Laundry mat travel wash money by the lump sum, get it
[Chorus x2]
Dear, this is most inconvenient
Now I'll have to call out the reserves
[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
Aiyo, drugs from Philippines, guns and guillotines
Murder land triflers in the hood with killa genes
Car hard jumpers and seeds is gold robers and them cheebas
Fresh off the block, note the leeches
[N.O.R.E.:]
Aiyo, machine gun rap, Maybach floor mats
Panel door suicidal, you see my rivals
Keep the sour puss face, I keep the kush case
Phillies unravel, Earth smoke spending with me
Afghanistan headband, that straight sticky
Empty pillow cases with the soda and the soap in them
With my Indian niggas that only sling opium
It's Shallah, my Chinese dudes, take they Shahada
In sweatshops, cutting them things from Guatemala
My rosary beads is blessed, came from the mountains
Used to sell dust juice, water like a fountain
I meditate in a room full of rich rugs
Stretch coke like yoga, deep like Yoda
My chronic is green they call it Shrek like ogre
Militainment, Icewater, water that freezes
Them hand to hand on the block with them pieces
[Chorus x2]
[Capone:]
Check this military regime, mafia, guns from Czechoslovakia
We eating bread getting stockier
Army apparel, draped in the Vatican, you rocking that last year
The bulletproof vessels is cashmere
Burning in a hostler, or toast ya
The east coast go Cosa Nostra, heart cold as Nova Scotia
Ramble like Che Guevara, I ran the Reagan era
Word to mama, now I smoke Obama in a grey Carrera
That's presidential kush, blowing outta bongs that fiber glass
Seventeen thirty eight Remy
The semi hold bullets that size of a little penny
Block stars, not a rock star rocking my jeans skinny
For parole violating fugitives on a run, son
Live by the gun, son, die by a dumb dumb
It's not where you at, it's where you come from
Laundry mat travel wash money by the lump sum, get it
[Chorus x2]
With Me lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga (feat. Nas)
[Chorus 1 x2: Nas]
Niggas, y'all be with me to the end
Real niggas that convince me, we true friends
From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans
For you I let my clips empty, you understand?
[Noreaga:]
Half gal' of Henny liquor fuck up my liver
I could do without it, I smoke sour
And yeah I'm God body, I'm in tune with the objects
Dead pictures under the benches in all projects
And I don't care what the mayor say
It's a recession, they putting bricks on layaway
And sometimes I wan' stay away
And change my jumpshot back to a fadeaway
But everything okay today
Tomorrow ain't promised though, and you should know it's not
Hit the church, hit the mosque, go pray and meet Salam
I ain't tryna kick knowledge and get all religious
Spit razors out my mouth, give your face stitches
Coupes with the deep dishes, leather seat posture
No love for the coppers, no love for the rockers
I'm authentic, organic, I recognise imposters
[Chorus 1 x2: Nas]
[Nas:]
Yo, if my niggas got drama, I'll murder for them
I get caught, I say "Your Honor, I murdered that man"
God forbid, my niggas die, then I'll murder for them
For every one of mine you take I'm killing ten of your men
My niggas struggling, share the same pain as me
Stay thugging cause they share the same pain as me
On the corner slinging dope, serving fiends like me
Watching for police, dodging the same thing as me
If my niggas get caught, they know I'll be there
Look behind your shoulder in trial, I'll be there
Help you post bail when you sentenced, I'll be there
I'll hold fort till you come back, I solemnly swear
Fuck models when you come out, pop bottles when you come out
At the gate pick you up, you drive the Hum' out
License plate, registration, suitcases full of big faces
If I ain't got it, then we bout to take it
[Chorus 2 x2: Nas]
All my niggas rolling with me to the end
Real niggas that convince me, we true friends
From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans
For you I let my clips empty, you understand?
[Capone:]
True friends nigga, CNN, God's Son
Fo'-fo' silencers, we duct tape a witness up
Everybody dying just to beat a murder trial
Favor for a favor, that's how I'm on it
You wet mine, I wet yours, no money exchanged, that's consignment on it
I send a wreath to foes with condolences
Emotionless when I'm squeezing, easy to focus kid
A loyal nigga like Kane and Purnell
My gangsta is too heavy, try to weigh it on a scale
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
For my niggas, ain't no telling who I'll give it to
We the same blood type? I'll give my liver too
Revenge is a promise, that shit is biblical
I got five, you got two and a half though
We split everything down the middle like ash yo
You don't fuck with none of my niggas then don't speak to me
Frequently I like to "Buckshots" like Evil Dee
[Chorus 2 x2: Nas]
Niggas, y'all be with me to the end
Real niggas that convince me, we true friends
From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans
For you I let my clips empty, you understand?
[Noreaga:]
Half gal' of Henny liquor fuck up my liver
I could do without it, I smoke sour
And yeah I'm God body, I'm in tune with the objects
Dead pictures under the benches in all projects
And I don't care what the mayor say
It's a recession, they putting bricks on layaway
And sometimes I wan' stay away
And change my jumpshot back to a fadeaway
But everything okay today
Tomorrow ain't promised though, and you should know it's not
Hit the church, hit the mosque, go pray and meet Salam
I ain't tryna kick knowledge and get all religious
Spit razors out my mouth, give your face stitches
Coupes with the deep dishes, leather seat posture
No love for the coppers, no love for the rockers
I'm authentic, organic, I recognise imposters
[Chorus 1 x2: Nas]
[Nas:]
Yo, if my niggas got drama, I'll murder for them
I get caught, I say "Your Honor, I murdered that man"
God forbid, my niggas die, then I'll murder for them
For every one of mine you take I'm killing ten of your men
My niggas struggling, share the same pain as me
Stay thugging cause they share the same pain as me
On the corner slinging dope, serving fiends like me
Watching for police, dodging the same thing as me
If my niggas get caught, they know I'll be there
Look behind your shoulder in trial, I'll be there
Help you post bail when you sentenced, I'll be there
I'll hold fort till you come back, I solemnly swear
Fuck models when you come out, pop bottles when you come out
At the gate pick you up, you drive the Hum' out
License plate, registration, suitcases full of big faces
If I ain't got it, then we bout to take it
[Chorus 2 x2: Nas]
All my niggas rolling with me to the end
Real niggas that convince me, we true friends
From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans
For you I let my clips empty, you understand?
[Capone:]
True friends nigga, CNN, God's Son
Fo'-fo' silencers, we duct tape a witness up
Everybody dying just to beat a murder trial
Favor for a favor, that's how I'm on it
You wet mine, I wet yours, no money exchanged, that's consignment on it
I send a wreath to foes with condolences
Emotionless when I'm squeezing, easy to focus kid
A loyal nigga like Kane and Purnell
My gangsta is too heavy, try to weigh it on a scale
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
For my niggas, ain't no telling who I'll give it to
We the same blood type? I'll give my liver too
Revenge is a promise, that shit is biblical
I got five, you got two and a half though
We split everything down the middle like ash yo
You don't fuck with none of my niggas then don't speak to me
Frequently I like to "Buckshots" like Evil Dee
[Chorus 2 x2: Nas]
The Oath lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga (feat. Raekwon & Busta Rhymes)
[Kumasi from "Crips and Bloods: Made in America" sample:]
One thing you have to realize
If you opened them up, there would be a stamp under their shirt that
Says 'Made in America"
Ok, not no place else
They weren't made in Taiwan or you know, Indonesia
They were made in America
[Interlude: N.O.R.E.]
The family is the family
This oath is this oath
And I will die before I break it
And when we grow, we grow as one
"I've sworn an oath"
[N.O.R.E.:]
Late night fistfights, with bare knuckles
Nowadays, niggas probably wouldn't dare scuffle
It's big guns aimed at your nozzle, big Roscoe
Donnie Brasco wish death to they vato
Cigarette smoking, on the crater for the corner store
Same place as the ambulance and corridor
Growing up seeing dead bodies in the lobby
I used to hate the smell of it, then I got used to it
Just for the hell of it, young man, intelligent
I always know that the police was the enemy
And every dead president I make will be a friend of me
Bitches ain't shit, cause most of them is evil
And most of them hoes start more wars than we do
Circle, cycle, three sixty trifling
When a baby is born somebody else life end
From the birth canal to the hearse, we enlighten
[Interlude: Capone]
The family is the family
This oath is this oath
And I will die before I break it
And when we grow, we grow as one
"I've sworn an oath"
[Capone:]
Aiyo, dead bodies found in the building, OD'ing on heroine
Early morning, needing they medicine
Elephant arms, used to control the bombs
Islam, ay Shallah, niggas bulletproof kufis
Just to live out another script in this life's movie
The corner's snatch you, murder if you have to
Dead niggas can't talk, they haunt like a castle
I wasn't the type that go out tagging
I spray your face like a PD, I was chopping and bagging
Capone-N-Noreaga, that's a blood oath, prick fingers
Like Albert Anastasia, the wildest nature
My calibrators on a higher level, I riot with the devil
Walk righteous, canaries in them bezel
Death before dishonor, money over bitches I'm my brother's keeper
I throw the world in the sleeper, I'm so eager to blast
Bilingual, I be speaking in cash
[Interlude: Raekwon]
The family is the family
This oath is this oath
And I will die before I break it
And when we grow, we grow as one
"I've sworn an oath"
[Raekwon:]
Shallah, a letter to the loyal, we dedicated, most of us elevated
Or fell into a pine box that's ultra suaded
Cast iron metal, new Beretta's, blue leathers
Snake bites, Timberlands, few gelettas
Reward me a God, I'm a multiple crop, multiple stocks
They violate us they get multiple shots
You might get picked off, or toast two with Heinekens
We under the building, designer gems on with uzi's, hoodie coogi's
All I know is prosper, lobster fish, this is a mobster dish
Fly around in Masi's, sipping sakes
Twenty one iron down allegiance, the days of repentance
We hate bosses, we just know the consequences
Used to sniff, pull out then squeeze, now I roll with a gift
My only rift is why we coaching them thieves
We just Allah babies, save us from the block, and keep our family one
And pray five times a day, saves alot
[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
The family is the family
This oath is this oath
And I will die before I break it
And when we grow, we grow as one
"I've sworn an oath"
[Busta Rhymes:]
Russian Roulette, nigga, PULL IT!
Shots tear smell us when you move like you stupid
Pop 'berg, water boil bubble when I cook it
Look it, the criminal mind niggas that's crooked
Speak third person, nigga, build with my liaison
We move quiet, nigga, more secretive than a Mason
Based on, the coppers handle niggas when they bust 'em
I'm honoring an oath, while we live by the old customs
Politic with foreign niggas, regular, we fly the jets
Speaking in code, when they struggle, unravel the dialect
Every kind of foreign currency is what we try to get it
Crap table gamble, nigga, hunt your million dollar bet
Better know I must collect, hope you got it for me
And an oath is something I learned is alluded as a shorty, now
I hope you niggas don't mistake it
Will defend it and later in a grave before we break it
One thing you have to realize
If you opened them up, there would be a stamp under their shirt that
Says 'Made in America"
Ok, not no place else
They weren't made in Taiwan or you know, Indonesia
They were made in America
[Interlude: N.O.R.E.]
The family is the family
This oath is this oath
And I will die before I break it
And when we grow, we grow as one
"I've sworn an oath"
[N.O.R.E.:]
Late night fistfights, with bare knuckles
Nowadays, niggas probably wouldn't dare scuffle
It's big guns aimed at your nozzle, big Roscoe
Donnie Brasco wish death to they vato
Cigarette smoking, on the crater for the corner store
Same place as the ambulance and corridor
Growing up seeing dead bodies in the lobby
I used to hate the smell of it, then I got used to it
Just for the hell of it, young man, intelligent
I always know that the police was the enemy
And every dead president I make will be a friend of me
Bitches ain't shit, cause most of them is evil
And most of them hoes start more wars than we do
Circle, cycle, three sixty trifling
When a baby is born somebody else life end
From the birth canal to the hearse, we enlighten
[Interlude: Capone]
The family is the family
This oath is this oath
And I will die before I break it
And when we grow, we grow as one
"I've sworn an oath"
[Capone:]
Aiyo, dead bodies found in the building, OD'ing on heroine
Early morning, needing they medicine
Elephant arms, used to control the bombs
Islam, ay Shallah, niggas bulletproof kufis
Just to live out another script in this life's movie
The corner's snatch you, murder if you have to
Dead niggas can't talk, they haunt like a castle
I wasn't the type that go out tagging
I spray your face like a PD, I was chopping and bagging
Capone-N-Noreaga, that's a blood oath, prick fingers
Like Albert Anastasia, the wildest nature
My calibrators on a higher level, I riot with the devil
Walk righteous, canaries in them bezel
Death before dishonor, money over bitches I'm my brother's keeper
I throw the world in the sleeper, I'm so eager to blast
Bilingual, I be speaking in cash
[Interlude: Raekwon]
The family is the family
This oath is this oath
And I will die before I break it
And when we grow, we grow as one
"I've sworn an oath"
[Raekwon:]
Shallah, a letter to the loyal, we dedicated, most of us elevated
Or fell into a pine box that's ultra suaded
Cast iron metal, new Beretta's, blue leathers
Snake bites, Timberlands, few gelettas
Reward me a God, I'm a multiple crop, multiple stocks
They violate us they get multiple shots
You might get picked off, or toast two with Heinekens
We under the building, designer gems on with uzi's, hoodie coogi's
All I know is prosper, lobster fish, this is a mobster dish
Fly around in Masi's, sipping sakes
Twenty one iron down allegiance, the days of repentance
We hate bosses, we just know the consequences
Used to sniff, pull out then squeeze, now I roll with a gift
My only rift is why we coaching them thieves
We just Allah babies, save us from the block, and keep our family one
And pray five times a day, saves alot
[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
The family is the family
This oath is this oath
And I will die before I break it
And when we grow, we grow as one
"I've sworn an oath"
[Busta Rhymes:]
Russian Roulette, nigga, PULL IT!
Shots tear smell us when you move like you stupid
Pop 'berg, water boil bubble when I cook it
Look it, the criminal mind niggas that's crooked
Speak third person, nigga, build with my liaison
We move quiet, nigga, more secretive than a Mason
Based on, the coppers handle niggas when they bust 'em
I'm honoring an oath, while we live by the old customs
Politic with foreign niggas, regular, we fly the jets
Speaking in code, when they struggle, unravel the dialect
Every kind of foreign currency is what we try to get it
Crap table gamble, nigga, hunt your million dollar bet
Better know I must collect, hope you got it for me
And an oath is something I learned is alluded as a shorty, now
I hope you niggas don't mistake it
Will defend it and later in a grave before we break it
Thug Planet lyrics - Capone-n-noreaga (feat. Imam T.H.U.G. & Musaliny)
[Iman T.H.U.G. (Noreaga):]
(Ayo war report 2 yo! yo!) Check it
Check it check it yo yo yo (Yoo war report 2 ahhh!)
Check it check it yo yo yo (ayo iman what up!)
Check it check it yo yo yo (ohhh mussolini ohh)
Check it check it yo yo yo (Ayo muse what it is!)
Check it check it yo yo yo (Cnn what it is!)
Check it check it yo yo yo (Yoo we over here!)
Check it check it yo yo yo (yo what we is, yoo)
[Chorus x2: Iman T.H.U.G.]
Iman bizzyy, CNN, war report 2, come thru
Who you? what they want do?...
Never get void, made off, break you off
Like we suppose to ro-tisserie roast you
[Noreaga:]
Yo yo... yo. ayo...
Big loads of fish scale
Guns from israel
Dude name Ishmael told me that his shit sell
Good coke Korean
Cars European
Bosnia, somalia
Places that we be in
CNN iman bizzy mussolini
The war report 2 is the camouflage cd
Syria, Liberia, your interior
Inferior, filthy bacteria
Queens shit I rep that, so expect that
If I ain't got a yankee then I probably got a met hat
Laundry mat trap let the tek clap respect that
Bleeding from the back of your head I call you wet back
Cigarette face with the ashy elbows
They ain't find his body they found his shell toes
They ain't find his body they found the nigga scarf
His dam dna was all over the park... b'cause...
[Chorus]
[Iman T.H.U.G:]
Yo yo...
Perfect combination brake locks and open safes
A bi-racial verbal knife will see your face
The thug iman CNN and mussolini
Thug planet no escape thru rap capplers
We lay you on the grave and shit on your name
Foul disgusting light fuse to blow up the game
You know the team you see the green we doing things
Take it to your face blood all over the place
[Mussolini:]
Is the black Vinnie the chin this is how is goin down
Got goons that's holding rounds
My niggas is rolling pounds
Fuck your repertoire anybody get scared
It's still anybody killers with these retards
It's still 9720
And still don't nothing move but the money
Plotting on the fakes on they leave for the country
Niggas go that sour and that china white chunky! aha...
[Chorus]
[Capone:]
"This what they want huh
This what get they blood pressure boiling"...
Yea ayo ayo ayo
Rose lenses in the glasses
It's all gymnastics couple flips get money and stash it
I'm mister p with the black plastic uhhhhhhh!
No limits no gimmicks triple black ratchet
Got a hoe from somalia my niggas tear the lobby up
Face wrapped in turban hop back in the suburban
I'm from queens bridge land of the planet rock
Your man get shot
Talking that bullshit fuck whipping the phantom drop
Gimme a hoopti
And nore a loosey
And we will pull a drive-by niggas salute me
I'm the fly nigga out the group the rag around the hammer is Gucci
I rock pink the same color as coochi
This iman thug some-stunning
The holy channel who dumping
N.o.r stab niggas at the bar
This is camouflage season
Them niggas with the masks gone squeeze em
We still report niggas even thou we lost niggas
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Check it yo yo yo
Check it
Check it yo yo yoo
Check it check it yo yo yooo
Check it check it yo yo yo
Yea yea
(Ayo war report 2 yo! yo!) Check it
Check it check it yo yo yo (Yoo war report 2 ahhh!)
Check it check it yo yo yo (ayo iman what up!)
Check it check it yo yo yo (ohhh mussolini ohh)
Check it check it yo yo yo (Ayo muse what it is!)
Check it check it yo yo yo (Cnn what it is!)
Check it check it yo yo yo (Yoo we over here!)
Check it check it yo yo yo (yo what we is, yoo)
[Chorus x2: Iman T.H.U.G.]
Iman bizzyy, CNN, war report 2, come thru
Who you? what they want do?...
Never get void, made off, break you off
Like we suppose to ro-tisserie roast you
[Noreaga:]
Yo yo... yo. ayo...
Big loads of fish scale
Guns from israel
Dude name Ishmael told me that his shit sell
Good coke Korean
Cars European
Bosnia, somalia
Places that we be in
CNN iman bizzy mussolini
The war report 2 is the camouflage cd
Syria, Liberia, your interior
Inferior, filthy bacteria
Queens shit I rep that, so expect that
If I ain't got a yankee then I probably got a met hat
Laundry mat trap let the tek clap respect that
Bleeding from the back of your head I call you wet back
Cigarette face with the ashy elbows
They ain't find his body they found his shell toes
They ain't find his body they found the nigga scarf
His dam dna was all over the park... b'cause...
[Chorus]
[Iman T.H.U.G:]
Yo yo...
Perfect combination brake locks and open safes
A bi-racial verbal knife will see your face
The thug iman CNN and mussolini
Thug planet no escape thru rap capplers
We lay you on the grave and shit on your name
Foul disgusting light fuse to blow up the game
You know the team you see the green we doing things
Take it to your face blood all over the place
[Mussolini:]
Is the black Vinnie the chin this is how is goin down
Got goons that's holding rounds
My niggas is rolling pounds
Fuck your repertoire anybody get scared
It's still anybody killers with these retards
It's still 9720
And still don't nothing move but the money
Plotting on the fakes on they leave for the country
Niggas go that sour and that china white chunky! aha...
[Chorus]
[Capone:]
"This what they want huh
This what get they blood pressure boiling"...
Yea ayo ayo ayo
Rose lenses in the glasses
It's all gymnastics couple flips get money and stash it
I'm mister p with the black plastic uhhhhhhh!
No limits no gimmicks triple black ratchet
Got a hoe from somalia my niggas tear the lobby up
Face wrapped in turban hop back in the suburban
I'm from queens bridge land of the planet rock
Your man get shot
Talking that bullshit fuck whipping the phantom drop
Gimme a hoopti
And nore a loosey
And we will pull a drive-by niggas salute me
I'm the fly nigga out the group the rag around the hammer is Gucci
I rock pink the same color as coochi
This iman thug some-stunning
The holy channel who dumping
N.o.r stab niggas at the bar
This is camouflage season
Them niggas with the masks gone squeeze em
We still report niggas even thou we lost niggas
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Check it yo yo yo
Check it
Check it yo yo yoo
Check it check it yo yo yooo
Check it check it yo yo yo
Yea yea
Rotate lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga (feat. Busta Rhymes, Ron Browz)
[Intro: Ron Browz (N.OR.E.)]
ETHER BOY! (Oh Yeah!) OH OH! (NORE!)
(Ron Browz!) NOOOOORRREEEEEEEEE! OH OH!
BUSTA BUS! (YESSIR!) OH OH!
GET THAT MONEY!
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
OHHHHHH!
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Cause the superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back, is back
[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
N-O-R I'm back I ain't go far (WHAT!)
They want me to fall off that's bizarre (WHAT!)
They movin with no crib and no car
BAM! BAM! Homes I go so hard
And hit you with lines of how your O.R.
Good with seein in the field, good with the solo
Half spanish nigga cook a brick with Adobo
Smoke weed holdin my dick is my logo
Catch me Uptown with the collar shirt Polo
But since they got rappers now doin no promo
Catch me in L.A. doin six with a cholo (WHAT!)
I get that Arab Money like Busta Bus
I throw the condom on then I just rush to bust
OH! OH! Then I Pop Champagne
And I mix it with the Goose it go straight to my brain, gosh
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
OHHHHHH!
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Cause the superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back, is back
(Yo, yo, yo I give you a pound and my tigger finger stick out!)
[Verse 2: N.OR.E.]
Index that, I drink a Becks black
I, am, superthug y'all know it (Know it)
I, am, young spic black poet
Yeah, let it rain you need windshield wipers
I make hits to be the shits like diapers
You need this oh yeah oh yeah!
I bring my hood with me oh yeah oh yeah!
Back on my bullshit nine, uzi and full clip (WHAT!)
I feel insulted we been revolted
I put the bogie out, still put the bogie out
Right up in your face with a slice like Shinobi out
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
OHHHHHH!
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Cause the superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back, is back
[Verse 3: Capone]
They wanna know what's up with 'Pone I'm ok
I'm back with Jose for that free Tony
You got a check then gimme that
I draw nine's and ten's just like pitty pat
Ends is the minimum
I treat O's like brand new tires rotate and spinnin 'em
This year the game's in a brand new perspective
We win, while we take a L like Lexus
Go ahead girl and shoe 'em how you move (How you move)
Tell your girl hold your bag and your shoes
Put it on 'em so a nigga can't move
Now stop, rotate to the next dude, yeah
Hi haters I'm on my hiatus
CNN still bangin you try to violate us
You can tell by the talk
I represent New York, don't get outlined and chalked
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Yo! I said hello hi hi hello hello hi hello (Hello)
I'm ready to black, spazz and smash shit with N-O (N-O)
I'm about to fuck the buildin up gimme uno momento
And the game need a nigga you saee me I'm suicentral
While the women love the kid in the hood respectin my tactics
Obvious we ain't the same cause I come from a different fabric
My cup a overflow with the swag sorry ya lack it
A he he, I ain't meanin to brag but I could back it
When I spazz niggas say Bus ya gone too far
This flat bed, my Phantom and watch me drive new car
When the people they see me they say God you are
Back in the buildin with NORE WHO THE FUCK WANNA WAR? !
And I was jumpin out of the window with this
You know who run shit nigga FLIPMODE BITCH!
LOOK! Baby girl this might be your last chance
Shake your ass and do that Arab Money dance
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
OHHHHHH!
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Cause the superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back, is back
ETHER BOY! (Oh Yeah!) OH OH! (NORE!)
(Ron Browz!) NOOOOORRREEEEEEEEE! OH OH!
BUSTA BUS! (YESSIR!) OH OH!
GET THAT MONEY!
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
OHHHHHH!
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Cause the superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back, is back
[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
N-O-R I'm back I ain't go far (WHAT!)
They want me to fall off that's bizarre (WHAT!)
They movin with no crib and no car
BAM! BAM! Homes I go so hard
And hit you with lines of how your O.R.
Good with seein in the field, good with the solo
Half spanish nigga cook a brick with Adobo
Smoke weed holdin my dick is my logo
Catch me Uptown with the collar shirt Polo
But since they got rappers now doin no promo
Catch me in L.A. doin six with a cholo (WHAT!)
I get that Arab Money like Busta Bus
I throw the condom on then I just rush to bust
OH! OH! Then I Pop Champagne
And I mix it with the Goose it go straight to my brain, gosh
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
OHHHHHH!
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Cause the superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back, is back
(Yo, yo, yo I give you a pound and my tigger finger stick out!)
[Verse 2: N.OR.E.]
Index that, I drink a Becks black
I, am, superthug y'all know it (Know it)
I, am, young spic black poet
Yeah, let it rain you need windshield wipers
I make hits to be the shits like diapers
You need this oh yeah oh yeah!
I bring my hood with me oh yeah oh yeah!
Back on my bullshit nine, uzi and full clip (WHAT!)
I feel insulted we been revolted
I put the bogie out, still put the bogie out
Right up in your face with a slice like Shinobi out
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
OHHHHHH!
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Cause the superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back, is back
[Verse 3: Capone]
They wanna know what's up with 'Pone I'm ok
I'm back with Jose for that free Tony
You got a check then gimme that
I draw nine's and ten's just like pitty pat
Ends is the minimum
I treat O's like brand new tires rotate and spinnin 'em
This year the game's in a brand new perspective
We win, while we take a L like Lexus
Go ahead girl and shoe 'em how you move (How you move)
Tell your girl hold your bag and your shoes
Put it on 'em so a nigga can't move
Now stop, rotate to the next dude, yeah
Hi haters I'm on my hiatus
CNN still bangin you try to violate us
You can tell by the talk
I represent New York, don't get outlined and chalked
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Yo! I said hello hi hi hello hello hi hello (Hello)
I'm ready to black, spazz and smash shit with N-O (N-O)
I'm about to fuck the buildin up gimme uno momento
And the game need a nigga you saee me I'm suicentral
While the women love the kid in the hood respectin my tactics
Obvious we ain't the same cause I come from a different fabric
My cup a overflow with the swag sorry ya lack it
A he he, I ain't meanin to brag but I could back it
When I spazz niggas say Bus ya gone too far
This flat bed, my Phantom and watch me drive new car
When the people they see me they say God you are
Back in the buildin with NORE WHO THE FUCK WANNA WAR? !
And I was jumpin out of the window with this
You know who run shit nigga FLIPMODE BITCH!
LOOK! Baby girl this might be your last chance
Shake your ass and do that Arab Money dance
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
OHHHHHH!
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Cause the superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back, is back
Grand Royal lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga
[Capone (Noreaga):]
Primo! (Premier!)
CNN (CNN, Channel 10 hah)
You thought we wasn't gonna do it again nigga?
(We gotta do it again, y'heard?)
It's history in the making baby
(Once again, historia)
Back to the motherfucking game!
[Noreaga:]
Aiyyo it started from "The War Report", talked about the war we fought
Slime got locked and came home to "The Reunion"
Eight years later, new religion of communion
Channel 10, and once again keep your TVs on
YouTube distributed, iPhone equipped with it
MySpace can get with it, beef gone, did your bid
I mean digital, lifetime criminal
I feel invincible, I feel invisible
Cause you niggas can't see where I come from
The diddy-dum, the gun where you run from
N.O.R. basically with 'Pone make greatfully
Music, I think you dudes should be thanking me
The hole in the gap man, we done filled
And it's only been a drought cause Primo chilled
But stick up kids still out to tax
And them damn gas prices need to fucking relax
[Chorus: DJ Premier scratches]
"CNN", "CNN"
"CNN, we're like the Grand Royal"
"CNN", "CNN"
"The Reunion, a brand new cut"
"CNN", "CNN"
"We're like the Grand Royal"
"On the microphone, word up"
[Capone:]
Yeah, yo, see money is power, power put the fear in a nigga heart
A high school dropout but I'm mainly trigger smart
Einstein of the corner, I learned to cold trade
Low fade, half-moon park to get mo' paid
Take a walk with me, all white Air One Nikes on
Through the land of gun slingers and pipe dons
I'm parallel to hell with ice on, stones is canary
A thousand pennyweights of the Virgin Mary
I draw that big burner, might cause a solar eclipse
A true thug's prophecy, money over a bitch
Get consignment on a ki', that's hitting that hood lotto
Do right by your niggas, bet nothing but good follow
Tip your glass up, salute and have a toast to your enemies
Every nigga locked in the pen is a kin to me
Crowding at 9-5, I don't need no problem with troopers
Cause they even do you dirty with money like Frank Lucas
[Chorus]
[Noreaga:]
The recession got niggas wilding out on the max
And the mediums in regular jails is cold facts
And niggas back home ain't doing good either
They foreclosed on homes, no home grown neither
Now everybody hurting, walk around with the zombie face
Hit the marines or hit the army place
[Capone:]
Aiyyo I bang Rugers, used to have a fetish for revolvers
Till I squeezed off the MAC-10, it made me heartless
Gang bangers love me, throw it up like they nauseous
Bitches say I'm gorgeous, now they say I'm lawless
I'm a true heat holder, gun toter, keep coca
And turn them feet skinny like Al Roker, yeah
[Chorus]
Primo! (Premier!)
CNN (CNN, Channel 10 hah)
You thought we wasn't gonna do it again nigga?
(We gotta do it again, y'heard?)
It's history in the making baby
(Once again, historia)
Back to the motherfucking game!
[Noreaga:]
Aiyyo it started from "The War Report", talked about the war we fought
Slime got locked and came home to "The Reunion"
Eight years later, new religion of communion
Channel 10, and once again keep your TVs on
YouTube distributed, iPhone equipped with it
MySpace can get with it, beef gone, did your bid
I mean digital, lifetime criminal
I feel invincible, I feel invisible
Cause you niggas can't see where I come from
The diddy-dum, the gun where you run from
N.O.R. basically with 'Pone make greatfully
Music, I think you dudes should be thanking me
The hole in the gap man, we done filled
And it's only been a drought cause Primo chilled
But stick up kids still out to tax
And them damn gas prices need to fucking relax
[Chorus: DJ Premier scratches]
"CNN", "CNN"
"CNN, we're like the Grand Royal"
"CNN", "CNN"
"The Reunion, a brand new cut"
"CNN", "CNN"
"We're like the Grand Royal"
"On the microphone, word up"
[Capone:]
Yeah, yo, see money is power, power put the fear in a nigga heart
A high school dropout but I'm mainly trigger smart
Einstein of the corner, I learned to cold trade
Low fade, half-moon park to get mo' paid
Take a walk with me, all white Air One Nikes on
Through the land of gun slingers and pipe dons
I'm parallel to hell with ice on, stones is canary
A thousand pennyweights of the Virgin Mary
I draw that big burner, might cause a solar eclipse
A true thug's prophecy, money over a bitch
Get consignment on a ki', that's hitting that hood lotto
Do right by your niggas, bet nothing but good follow
Tip your glass up, salute and have a toast to your enemies
Every nigga locked in the pen is a kin to me
Crowding at 9-5, I don't need no problem with troopers
Cause they even do you dirty with money like Frank Lucas
[Chorus]
[Noreaga:]
The recession got niggas wilding out on the max
And the mediums in regular jails is cold facts
And niggas back home ain't doing good either
They foreclosed on homes, no home grown neither
Now everybody hurting, walk around with the zombie face
Hit the marines or hit the army place
[Capone:]
Aiyyo I bang Rugers, used to have a fetish for revolvers
Till I squeezed off the MAC-10, it made me heartless
Gang bangers love me, throw it up like they nauseous
Bitches say I'm gorgeous, now they say I'm lawless
I'm a true heat holder, gun toter, keep coca
And turn them feet skinny like Al Roker, yeah
[Chorus]
Stick Up lyrics- Capone-n-Noreaga
[Verse 1:]
Slime they tried to stick you, we stuck them so fuck them
We robbed them then fucked them, fucked it up fuck shit
Fuck they assumption
Them niggas nearly caught me slippin'
But my murder intuition told me start spittin'
Niggas like Lester Freeman, But ain't No HBO thang
No thang for the weekang
Slime my phone breakin up, meet me at the Marriot,
With heaters near shorty in the blue caddy drop
Yea, I'm on that metro chip joint
Just left the strip joint
Don't forget to bring the big joint,
Yo I got a puerto-rican ho that'll set 'em up, you wet em up
I know where they hang on the regular
Been hit up diamonds only spanish chick in the club knew me
From Cheetah's when I busted in her hair we got groovy (hey)
She said her name diamond but I treat her like a ruby
Slime it's time to make a movie!
[Chorus 2x]
Yo It's a stick up Yo!
It's a Stick Up Low!
You Motherfuckers just know how a stick up go!
(Put ya hands up nigga! It's a stick up nigga!)
(it's time to stick them niggas, time to sick these niggas)
(Don't turn around nigga!)
(it's time to stick them niggas, time to sick these niggas)
(Put Everything on the floor.)
(Everthing!)
[Verse 2:]
Yea, Do it considerably
Dope, weed, cocaine still comes from Cicaly
No games officially, put in that work and breeze
We smokin' the weed, Slime who gon' move the keys?
Mike Booth Gibrazzi, still like my right hand,
Hand swollen from cuttin coke from his right hand
That's the right plan, keep a close knit circle
About to roll up, light me some of this purple
Yea, I caught the niggas creep cause they real sneaky fucks
Be in Milwauke, but we'll get 'em for they bucks.
Soon as they hop out the car, I'll be laid in the cut
Tryin' to get 'em If they
Front, I'll just spray em up
Soon as they get out the car, the culture culture on 'em
The 4-4 long feelin' like a vulture on 'em
Nobody move, nobody gets shot
Oh, you the stupid nigga down to die for your watch?
Na he a stupid nigga that won't ride for his block
He the stupid nigga that'll ride with a cop
[Chorus: x2]
Yo It's a stick up Yo
It's a Stick Up Low
You Motherfuckers just know how a stick up go
(Put ya hands up nigga,
It's a stick up nigga!)
(it's time to stick them niggas, yo)
(Don't turn around nigga!
Put everything on the floor!
Everything!)
(it's time to stick them niggas, time to sick these niggas)
[Verse 3:]
Yea caught him for the forty bricks and the forty thou
I had the 40 cal then I drank a 40 wowww!
We was drunk reminicin on the stick
Polishin' them burners bout' to catch another lick
Ay ayo what up Slime (What up? What up? what's goin' on man?)
Yea I heard these niggas they got money on us, man (What? niggas crazy)
On our head (what? !)
25 stacks I tell 'em get they money back
They know how we move every day with the strap
[Chorus: x2]
Yo It's a stick up Yo
It's a Stick Up Low
You Motherfuckers just know how a stick up go
Put ya hands up nigga
Stick up nigga!
(it's time to stick them niggas, time to sick these niggas)
[Outro:]
Yo slime! Yea Yo slime!
What up what up?
Yo hold on right
Uh-huh
Cause I think I hear somebody coming right now, hold on I think I hear somebody comin
You at the rib?
Stay on the phone don't fuckin' hang up man Don't hang up
I'm comin' right now!
This stupid bitch actin' stupid man (who? which one?) stay on the fuckin phone, hold on
C'mon!
Yo what the fuck!? !
What?
Yo Yo
Yo Yo Yo
[gunshots]
I'm on my way
Yo slime, slime!
Yo!
Yoooo!
Slime they tried to stick you, we stuck them so fuck them
We robbed them then fucked them, fucked it up fuck shit
Fuck they assumption
Them niggas nearly caught me slippin'
But my murder intuition told me start spittin'
Niggas like Lester Freeman, But ain't No HBO thang
No thang for the weekang
Slime my phone breakin up, meet me at the Marriot,
With heaters near shorty in the blue caddy drop
Yea, I'm on that metro chip joint
Just left the strip joint
Don't forget to bring the big joint,
Yo I got a puerto-rican ho that'll set 'em up, you wet em up
I know where they hang on the regular
Been hit up diamonds only spanish chick in the club knew me
From Cheetah's when I busted in her hair we got groovy (hey)
She said her name diamond but I treat her like a ruby
Slime it's time to make a movie!
[Chorus 2x]
Yo It's a stick up Yo!
It's a Stick Up Low!
You Motherfuckers just know how a stick up go!
(Put ya hands up nigga! It's a stick up nigga!)
(it's time to stick them niggas, time to sick these niggas)
(Don't turn around nigga!)
(it's time to stick them niggas, time to sick these niggas)
(Put Everything on the floor.)
(Everthing!)
[Verse 2:]
Yea, Do it considerably
Dope, weed, cocaine still comes from Cicaly
No games officially, put in that work and breeze
We smokin' the weed, Slime who gon' move the keys?
Mike Booth Gibrazzi, still like my right hand,
Hand swollen from cuttin coke from his right hand
That's the right plan, keep a close knit circle
About to roll up, light me some of this purple
Yea, I caught the niggas creep cause they real sneaky fucks
Be in Milwauke, but we'll get 'em for they bucks.
Soon as they hop out the car, I'll be laid in the cut
Tryin' to get 'em If they
Front, I'll just spray em up
Soon as they get out the car, the culture culture on 'em
The 4-4 long feelin' like a vulture on 'em
Nobody move, nobody gets shot
Oh, you the stupid nigga down to die for your watch?
Na he a stupid nigga that won't ride for his block
He the stupid nigga that'll ride with a cop
[Chorus: x2]
Yo It's a stick up Yo
It's a Stick Up Low
You Motherfuckers just know how a stick up go
(Put ya hands up nigga,
It's a stick up nigga!)
(it's time to stick them niggas, yo)
(Don't turn around nigga!
Put everything on the floor!
Everything!)
(it's time to stick them niggas, time to sick these niggas)
[Verse 3:]
Yea caught him for the forty bricks and the forty thou
I had the 40 cal then I drank a 40 wowww!
We was drunk reminicin on the stick
Polishin' them burners bout' to catch another lick
Ay ayo what up Slime (What up? What up? what's goin' on man?)
Yea I heard these niggas they got money on us, man (What? niggas crazy)
On our head (what? !)
25 stacks I tell 'em get they money back
They know how we move every day with the strap
[Chorus: x2]
Yo It's a stick up Yo
It's a Stick Up Low
You Motherfuckers just know how a stick up go
Put ya hands up nigga
Stick up nigga!
(it's time to stick them niggas, time to sick these niggas)
[Outro:]
Yo slime! Yea Yo slime!
What up what up?
Yo hold on right
Uh-huh
Cause I think I hear somebody coming right now, hold on I think I hear somebody comin
You at the rib?
Stay on the phone don't fuckin' hang up man Don't hang up
I'm comin' right now!
This stupid bitch actin' stupid man (who? which one?) stay on the fuckin phone, hold on
C'mon!
Yo what the fuck!? !
What?
Yo Yo
Yo Yo Yo
[gunshots]
I'm on my way
Yo slime, slime!
Yo!
Yoooo!
Intro: Change Is Gonna Come lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga (feat. Carl Thomas)
[Carl Thomas]
I was born by the river.. in a little tent
No just like that river I've.. been running ever since
It's been a long.. a long time coming
but I knowowwwww.. a change gon' come
Oh yes it will..
It's been tooooooo hard living
but I'm afraid to die..
Cause I don't know what's up there, beyond the sky
It's been a long tiiiime.. a long time coming
but I knowowwwww.. a change gon' come
Oh yes it will..
And I go.. to my brother (yes I do)
And say, "Brother - help me please" (well well)
But he winds up, knocking me..
I got on my knees, oahhhoooohhhhh
There's been times, that I thought
I wouldn't last too long..
[C] Capone-N-Noreaga
.. but I think I'm able
[C] Son we gotta do this
.. to carry on..
It's been a long..
[C] It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time since you heard Capone-N-Noreaga right?
a long time coming, but I knowowowww..
[C] It's like you my nigga though
A change gon' come..
[C] We starved for too long baby
Oh yes it will..
[C] Mami and Mambo.
I was born by the river.. in a little tent
No just like that river I've.. been running ever since
It's been a long.. a long time coming
but I knowowwwww.. a change gon' come
Oh yes it will..
It's been tooooooo hard living
but I'm afraid to die..
Cause I don't know what's up there, beyond the sky
It's been a long tiiiime.. a long time coming
but I knowowwwww.. a change gon' come
Oh yes it will..
And I go.. to my brother (yes I do)
And say, "Brother - help me please" (well well)
But he winds up, knocking me..
I got on my knees, oahhhoooohhhhh
There's been times, that I thought
I wouldn't last too long..
[C] Capone-N-Noreaga
.. but I think I'm able
[C] Son we gotta do this
.. to carry on..
It's been a long..
[C] It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time since you heard Capone-N-Noreaga right?
a long time coming, but I knowowowww..
[C] It's like you my nigga though
A change gon' come..
[C] We starved for too long baby
Oh yes it will..
[C] Mami and Mambo.
Phonetime lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga
[Noreaga (Capone)]
Son I zone, my gun is never on safety
I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key
(Me, I'm just chillin Pop, serving my time
Got my greens on, these faggots ain't deservin a shine)
And yeah, while I'm home you like livin abroad
I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board
(When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord
Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored)
Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin bread
Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head
(You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard
He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God
Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown
I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with chrome
(The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac
A few jump offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack)
I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
(I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books)
I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings
You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens)
And dat's my dun too, so I'ma find out now
And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl
(On the other side of things, I'm tryin to get released
around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast)
Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake
Don't lose your C.R., son you'll get your open date
(Dun, I'ma see ya regardless,
cause I got two violent felony charges)
And you know your appeal is progress
(You're my dog, dun)
And we gon keep this tight
I keep your commisary phat, I'ma keep you right
(I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks
Good lookin for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks)
And you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do real things
I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things
I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
(I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books)
I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I used to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa
And guess what? I made you executive producer
Some extra G's, so when you come home you breathe
(They won't believe to see me come home to a V
Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds
I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon fuck when I leave)
Yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes
We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows
Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild
Capone home, niggas still diggin our style
(Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined?
I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine)
Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice
Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to Post
And got some hydro-weed and we had our toast
(Son there's only one minute left
Son there's only one minute left, son I'm ghost)
I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
(I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books)
I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
(I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books)
I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Son I zone, my gun is never on safety
I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key
(Me, I'm just chillin Pop, serving my time
Got my greens on, these faggots ain't deservin a shine)
And yeah, while I'm home you like livin abroad
I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board
(When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord
Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored)
Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin bread
Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head
(You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard
He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God
Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown
I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with chrome
(The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac
A few jump offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack)
I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
(I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books)
I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings
You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens)
And dat's my dun too, so I'ma find out now
And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl
(On the other side of things, I'm tryin to get released
around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast)
Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake
Don't lose your C.R., son you'll get your open date
(Dun, I'ma see ya regardless,
cause I got two violent felony charges)
And you know your appeal is progress
(You're my dog, dun)
And we gon keep this tight
I keep your commisary phat, I'ma keep you right
(I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks
Good lookin for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks)
And you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do real things
I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things
I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
(I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books)
I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I used to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa
And guess what? I made you executive producer
Some extra G's, so when you come home you breathe
(They won't believe to see me come home to a V
Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds
I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon fuck when I leave)
Yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes
We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows
Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild
Capone home, niggas still diggin our style
(Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined?
I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine)
Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice
Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to Post
And got some hydro-weed and we had our toast
(Son there's only one minute left
Son there's only one minute left, son I'm ghost)
I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
(I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books)
I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
(I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books)
I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Queens lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga (feat. Complexions)
[Noreaga talking]
Outlaw, Outlaw
Uhh-uhh. Yo give me some of that haze man. That purple haze.
I don't wanna smoke that fucking haze wit this wood no more.
Hydro. Shit got my hydro tasting like smydro.
I'ma smoke a straight haze right now.(straight haze)
Pone roll up there. ya heard me?
Yo Slaam roll up there ya heard me? Ok Slaam.
It's like this yo...
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo Blood money is the anthem, its never a myth
I smoke weed and I get drunk, and ride with gifts
If I don't roll, then my nigga Baby he just twist
He rolls Phillies and he busts the big the four-fifth
See shit change because I normally came
On the R train now me and 5 in the Range
We used to twist Phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns
Them Queens niggaz then we landed in the millions
Iraq and the Bridge, the only difference is the buildings
The same crime rates and the same damn killings
A slice of pizza, and quarter water my juice
but now I'm Carhart and bullet proof is under my goose
and go to hell to that nigga that snitched on deuce
the curly-haired fro, I cut my hair but my beard grow
Yo where my beers go? Send them right here yo
Yo party's over tell the rest of the crew
Stash the drugs, the guns go to section two
See me, all my life yo I had to sell drugs
While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs
While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs
[Chorus: Complexions]
Through the test of time, I strive to get my shine
Upon them lives, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine
I look out for you, and you look out for me
And we hold it down, you just wait and see
Platinum chains and Carti' frames and jewels
Now these broke niggaz start to act a fool
Don't you know Thugged Out straight eat ya food
We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do
Cause I'll be there with my thugs
I'll be right here waiting on you
[Capone]
For my niggaz who bust pies
the customized fives
to the vals, to the railroaded trails I cuss cops
enough shots and any generation
I spit dead a plot in the making I ride for every thug in the basement
my soul is cuffed to the corner, every gate, every car table
every welcome to the hood sign
batting good times
Its on over the projects a dark cloud one sided
till death bitches burning in gossip
Its my turn to deposit
the real, the logic, no college
just dollars and criminal knowledge
me and my codies, pass ?rodies?
I flash mo' wheat, than cash Cody
Keep the mac on me
When U stack niggaz act phony
shit in the ghetto, I spread love and shed blood
never swear to a dead thug
my name should be brough up in fame
never said in vain
Spread like a letter chain
In criminal slang.
[Chorus]
We done had some time
I strive to get my shine
On the block, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine
I look out for you, and you look out for me.
And we hold it down, you just wait and see
Platinum chains and ?cardy? frames and jewells
Now these broke niggaz start act a fool
Don't you know thugged out, straight eat ya food
We keep guns on our sides
You know how dunn thugs do
Cuz I'll be there with my thugs
I'll be right here waiting on you.
[Beat fading away]
Outlaw, Outlaw
Uhh-uhh. Yo give me some of that haze man. That purple haze.
I don't wanna smoke that fucking haze wit this wood no more.
Hydro. Shit got my hydro tasting like smydro.
I'ma smoke a straight haze right now.(straight haze)
Pone roll up there. ya heard me?
Yo Slaam roll up there ya heard me? Ok Slaam.
It's like this yo...
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo Blood money is the anthem, its never a myth
I smoke weed and I get drunk, and ride with gifts
If I don't roll, then my nigga Baby he just twist
He rolls Phillies and he busts the big the four-fifth
See shit change because I normally came
On the R train now me and 5 in the Range
We used to twist Phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns
Them Queens niggaz then we landed in the millions
Iraq and the Bridge, the only difference is the buildings
The same crime rates and the same damn killings
A slice of pizza, and quarter water my juice
but now I'm Carhart and bullet proof is under my goose
and go to hell to that nigga that snitched on deuce
the curly-haired fro, I cut my hair but my beard grow
Yo where my beers go? Send them right here yo
Yo party's over tell the rest of the crew
Stash the drugs, the guns go to section two
See me, all my life yo I had to sell drugs
While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs
While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs
[Chorus: Complexions]
Through the test of time, I strive to get my shine
Upon them lives, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine
I look out for you, and you look out for me
And we hold it down, you just wait and see
Platinum chains and Carti' frames and jewels
Now these broke niggaz start to act a fool
Don't you know Thugged Out straight eat ya food
We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do
Cause I'll be there with my thugs
I'll be right here waiting on you
[Capone]
For my niggaz who bust pies
the customized fives
to the vals, to the railroaded trails I cuss cops
enough shots and any generation
I spit dead a plot in the making I ride for every thug in the basement
my soul is cuffed to the corner, every gate, every car table
every welcome to the hood sign
batting good times
Its on over the projects a dark cloud one sided
till death bitches burning in gossip
Its my turn to deposit
the real, the logic, no college
just dollars and criminal knowledge
me and my codies, pass ?rodies?
I flash mo' wheat, than cash Cody
Keep the mac on me
When U stack niggaz act phony
shit in the ghetto, I spread love and shed blood
never swear to a dead thug
my name should be brough up in fame
never said in vain
Spread like a letter chain
In criminal slang.
[Chorus]
We done had some time
I strive to get my shine
On the block, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine
I look out for you, and you look out for me.
And we hold it down, you just wait and see
Platinum chains and ?cardy? frames and jewells
Now these broke niggaz start act a fool
Don't you know thugged out, straight eat ya food
We keep guns on our sides
You know how dunn thugs do
Cuz I'll be there with my thugs
I'll be right here waiting on you.
[Beat fading away]
Invincible lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga
[Primo mixing: Noreaga talking]
(CNN, CNN, Capone and Noreaga, you know what I'm sayin)
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
For all the niggas who keep askin, when CNN gonna do a joint with Premier
Ha, we did it, we here now, y'all niggas can stop askin
Go cop the fuckin album, The Reunion
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
But right now, CNN and Premier nigga, do it like this nigga
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo Melvin Flynt drop, my whole collasso stop
I can't believe I fucked up and made a half-ass album
My excuse is, my pops just died, and I ain't wanna make music
My pops just died
My fans stuck with me, my shit still went gold
I got a habit just to drive, gettin head and I roam
CNN, we like the Grand Royal, I write rhymes with the Coke oil
Yo, Apollo heat
See me, sell ??? right with ??? creep
Got out the club, seen the police, Diallo deep
I'm like Frank Mathis, see me blow my dough
And any bitch givin head, if she blow I know
Oh no, we had to go see Premo
Taped it up, The Reunion, a brand new cut
Up in D&D, stayin with some rats and some sluts
From the projects, she know we need our welfare cut
[Chorus: Primo mixing CNN]
CNN, Network Channel 10
Yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
CNN, Network Channel 10
Yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
[Capone]
Premo, what up man
Yo, I'm not rowdy but I bang niggas and I pop collas
I grind for the top dollars, fight rotweilers
Put my hand on the Bible, tell it to the judge
I'm a lie for my dunn, take it in blood
I'm dot com, I drop bombs, kill ya squad
Live like I'm still in the yard 'til I pop ya god
For my niggas in the Bridge, with the 50 dollar Panasonics and the blank 8's
Who rap chronic collab jake
Whether we have not or have cake
We got gas to get that straight, we movin at a fast rate
My last case I got bail
My first one, man did indicted, how I write it, sister can't stand it
I smoke bud, get pissy, who could flow with me
Staggerin, bang like the wild Aficans
Spit gutter on a Premo beat, for the love of the street
The only child, my little brother was he
[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo, my thugs is bilingual
You see my shit speak Spanish
Disappearing acts make your whole team vanish
From coast to coast I got them things
Badda-boom-badda-bing, he the glorious king
Another album, another plaque, another ounce and another mac
Another chromed out gat
Another place to face where I lace you at
I put all type a wholes in ya face black
[Capone]
Yo, yo, who think I don't got it?
I'm like workin with a bird, I got long product
Give it to you raw, won't chop it
New York niggas is foul, we body sling shit in the val'
Them pregnant fiends, killin they child
I'm the next best thing to "X", oral sex
Brand new tecs, food stamps and welfare checks
I'm the messiah, recognize it, political prisoner
From the projects, I send shots where the cops is, nigga
[Chorus]
The invincible, untouchable, CNN
The invincible, untouchable, CNN
(CNN, CNN, Capone and Noreaga, you know what I'm sayin)
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
For all the niggas who keep askin, when CNN gonna do a joint with Premier
Ha, we did it, we here now, y'all niggas can stop askin
Go cop the fuckin album, The Reunion
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
But right now, CNN and Premier nigga, do it like this nigga
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo Melvin Flynt drop, my whole collasso stop
I can't believe I fucked up and made a half-ass album
My excuse is, my pops just died, and I ain't wanna make music
My pops just died
My fans stuck with me, my shit still went gold
I got a habit just to drive, gettin head and I roam
CNN, we like the Grand Royal, I write rhymes with the Coke oil
Yo, Apollo heat
See me, sell ??? right with ??? creep
Got out the club, seen the police, Diallo deep
I'm like Frank Mathis, see me blow my dough
And any bitch givin head, if she blow I know
Oh no, we had to go see Premo
Taped it up, The Reunion, a brand new cut
Up in D&D, stayin with some rats and some sluts
From the projects, she know we need our welfare cut
[Chorus: Primo mixing CNN]
CNN, Network Channel 10
Yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
CNN, Network Channel 10
Yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
[Capone]
Premo, what up man
Yo, I'm not rowdy but I bang niggas and I pop collas
I grind for the top dollars, fight rotweilers
Put my hand on the Bible, tell it to the judge
I'm a lie for my dunn, take it in blood
I'm dot com, I drop bombs, kill ya squad
Live like I'm still in the yard 'til I pop ya god
For my niggas in the Bridge, with the 50 dollar Panasonics and the blank 8's
Who rap chronic collab jake
Whether we have not or have cake
We got gas to get that straight, we movin at a fast rate
My last case I got bail
My first one, man did indicted, how I write it, sister can't stand it
I smoke bud, get pissy, who could flow with me
Staggerin, bang like the wild Aficans
Spit gutter on a Premo beat, for the love of the street
The only child, my little brother was he
[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo, my thugs is bilingual
You see my shit speak Spanish
Disappearing acts make your whole team vanish
From coast to coast I got them things
Badda-boom-badda-bing, he the glorious king
Another album, another plaque, another ounce and another mac
Another chromed out gat
Another place to face where I lace you at
I put all type a wholes in ya face black
[Capone]
Yo, yo, who think I don't got it?
I'm like workin with a bird, I got long product
Give it to you raw, won't chop it
New York niggas is foul, we body sling shit in the val'
Them pregnant fiends, killin they child
I'm the next best thing to "X", oral sex
Brand new tecs, food stamps and welfare checks
I'm the messiah, recognize it, political prisoner
From the projects, I send shots where the cops is, nigga
[Chorus]
The invincible, untouchable, CNN
The invincible, untouchable, CNN
Bang Bang lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga (feat. Foxy Brown)
[Noreaga]
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
And throw your sets up nigga
Gang bang, bang bang
We keep long gats and big chains
I don't like havin sex, I like brains
And smoke some spliff, fans wit five in the range
And it's, nuthin for me, and shit on your three
I'm from Iraq, twenty minutes from Q.B.
I aim you, so you should just let us be
Or find yourself shot up, in the hospati
You be leakin, and Dole in ya face, some hot tea
Yo it's Nore, but you can call me P.O.P.
And getta dose of the dope, but dope is so deep
Only white girl I'll fuck, is Pamela Lee
And I'm gangsta, so some niggas call me G
Melvin Flynt, hustlin was born in me
So yo bitch, come and do a porn wit me
Or come to North Carolina and perform wit me
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
[Capone]
Yo, yo, yo
I'ma take it back to when I used to pop pistals
Sling crystal, gamble on the block with pits out
Kept my work in bitch house, right in the closet
I won't front I'll bring the drama nigga, right to the projects
When it's cold, I remain the hottest
I bring the thug niggas, is you booshi?
I leave blood, all in your protis
Niggas life styles deserve Oscars, you so funny
Claim you kingpin - and ain't even fuckin wit hoe money
I'm gangsta, been in jail once, check my records
I keep the stash grip wit arma, before I select my weapons
This young mind state, crime infested, I'ma get straight to the message
I spit records, and rep my necklace
Do the dog want beef? Right where the steps is
I walk the hood, niggas pay homage cause of my essence
It ain't nuthin, I catch any charge, get out on bail
Fuck record, this shit was platinum when it touched the reel
[Noreaga]
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
[Foxy Brown]
Hot damn hoe, here we go again
Pop shit like a cock, +Lyte+ weight as your +Rocks+, bitch
You talk slick, fuck is all that sneak shit?
Y'all kill me with that subliminal shit, bitch
Why's you frontin and kickin that street shit?
Please, impress me, go back to that freak shit
While your broke-ass was guzzlin nuts and shit
I was choppin the weights, Linc and Oldz's and shit
A decoy bitch, like the Feds lyin
Ain't you supposed to have a little bitta Bed-Stuy in ya?
Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip, and graze hoes
What bitch? You're soft and your pussy name hoes
So fuck ya niggas too, them niggas can get it too
Them faggots act more bitch then you
Let the nigga rest in peace, and hop off his dick, bitch do you
And ya'll hoes is like "Fuck Fox," well screw ya'll too
Let's be truthful, give a fuck if your album push back
Or when it hit the streets, bitch, you're still weak
You still sound lame and my name still reign
I still pop them thing things, and bang bang, bitch, rep for ya hood
[Noreaga]
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
And throw your sets up nigga
Gang bang, bang bang
We keep long gats and big chains
I don't like havin sex, I like brains
And smoke some spliff, fans wit five in the range
And it's, nuthin for me, and shit on your three
I'm from Iraq, twenty minutes from Q.B.
I aim you, so you should just let us be
Or find yourself shot up, in the hospati
You be leakin, and Dole in ya face, some hot tea
Yo it's Nore, but you can call me P.O.P.
And getta dose of the dope, but dope is so deep
Only white girl I'll fuck, is Pamela Lee
And I'm gangsta, so some niggas call me G
Melvin Flynt, hustlin was born in me
So yo bitch, come and do a porn wit me
Or come to North Carolina and perform wit me
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
[Capone]
Yo, yo, yo
I'ma take it back to when I used to pop pistals
Sling crystal, gamble on the block with pits out
Kept my work in bitch house, right in the closet
I won't front I'll bring the drama nigga, right to the projects
When it's cold, I remain the hottest
I bring the thug niggas, is you booshi?
I leave blood, all in your protis
Niggas life styles deserve Oscars, you so funny
Claim you kingpin - and ain't even fuckin wit hoe money
I'm gangsta, been in jail once, check my records
I keep the stash grip wit arma, before I select my weapons
This young mind state, crime infested, I'ma get straight to the message
I spit records, and rep my necklace
Do the dog want beef? Right where the steps is
I walk the hood, niggas pay homage cause of my essence
It ain't nuthin, I catch any charge, get out on bail
Fuck record, this shit was platinum when it touched the reel
[Noreaga]
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
[Foxy Brown]
Hot damn hoe, here we go again
Pop shit like a cock, +Lyte+ weight as your +Rocks+, bitch
You talk slick, fuck is all that sneak shit?
Y'all kill me with that subliminal shit, bitch
Why's you frontin and kickin that street shit?
Please, impress me, go back to that freak shit
While your broke-ass was guzzlin nuts and shit
I was choppin the weights, Linc and Oldz's and shit
A decoy bitch, like the Feds lyin
Ain't you supposed to have a little bitta Bed-Stuy in ya?
Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip, and graze hoes
What bitch? You're soft and your pussy name hoes
So fuck ya niggas too, them niggas can get it too
Them faggots act more bitch then you
Let the nigga rest in peace, and hop off his dick, bitch do you
And ya'll hoes is like "Fuck Fox," well screw ya'll too
Let's be truthful, give a fuck if your album push back
Or when it hit the streets, bitch, you're still weak
You still sound lame and my name still reign
I still pop them thing things, and bang bang, bitch, rep for ya hood
[Noreaga]
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Y'all Don't Wanna lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga
[Noreaga]
Yeah..
Why they don't get a nigga like me
to sing the national anthem or nuttin?
[laughs] It's nothin!
Nokio! (Flame, Nokio)
NOKIO GIVE US A BEAT BABY - SOME GANGSTA SHIT YO!
CNN, the best group that ever lived
Best blowin fuckin group that ever lived in rap
Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth
Yo, tell 'em how your life is son
How your life is yo?
[Noreaga]
My life is nuttin like a sitcom, you see I sip Dom
I rock Jor-dan's, and can't stand Pip-pen's
Bases loaded, coach want me to bunt
but I'ma go for the homer and cock the pump
I was the kid in the hood your moms ain't want you with
Now I'm rich, tell your moms one-two click
Since a young one, I love heaven and love hell
Escobar style, I'll build my own jail
The America's, 'merica's, favorite thug
to sell cocaine, America's, favorite drugs
Me and 'Pone like the military, we train niggaz
and the hoes don't fuck, they just brain niggaz
CNN, focus on us, we coco-nuts
We throw our gang signs up, (?) wit us
Set up a congregation, so I can orally speak
I orally, have sex cause my aura(?) is deep, it go
[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
[Pone] Y'all don't wanna fuck with us
CNN out for them pesos
Y'all don't wanna bust with us
Niggaz better move when we say so
[Nore] What's this I hear?
[Pone] CNN ain't real?!
[Nore] What's this I hear?
[Pone] CNN is wack?!
[Nore] What's this I hear?
[Pone] CNN won't kill?!
[Nore] Now what's this I hear?
[Pone] CNN ain't back?!
[Capone]
Yo, I give you every part of my life, from my paralyzed finger
to the foul death of my moms, the slug and the length of my arm
I'm "The Answer" like Allen I.
Who runs sick like cancer on the Island, I
I'm the first that ever loc'ed on a Nok' track
CNN back, like #5 Jordan's purple and black
We spazzed on purpose, fuck tryin to sit in a cat'
I erase drama and talk, memories in my rap
It's kinda hard to rap on radio while I sit in the box
All I could think was money, send a few flicks to my pops
I give the street life my all, stripes and scars
Nights was hard, felt I had a right to rob
Now I spit righteous bars, FUCK livin like the stars
Give me a hood crib and a Chrysler Dodge
Cause I'm just like y'all, my kicks scuff like y'all
I still get harassed and searched up like y'all
[Chorus]
[Capone]
Yo, imagine us cowards
You still live with mommy, still get allowance
I chase Henny, bubblin ounces
I returned off a short stretch, stuck in the mountains
What's this I hear huh? This is my year
'Pone shit kosher you think not? I give you my ear
Now listen closer I was born, and I'ma die here
Listen soldier, I rap and keep one in the holster
Nigga you front, and I'ma pop one in your shoulder
[Noreaga]
Yo raise the partition, cock guns with ammunition
Knock you out position, and have your little hoe missin
Niggaz get locked up, I spread my love
Yo they leave God-Body but they come home Blood
Balloon bags full of weed, yo I send you those
and it's all about my niggaz, won't mention hoes
Keep it tight on all four corners, warrant search
Po'-po' and C.O.'s they all get merked, it go
[Chorus x2]
[Noreaga]
Yeah, it's like this
Collaboration, CNN gangsta shit
with my nigga Nokio on the beats
On the boards, fuckin shit up y'all, yeah
He on the boards, fuckin shit up y'all
Huh, a hit record, got a hit record, written all over the track
Aiyyo it got a hit record all over the track
Yeah hit record, written all over the track...
Yeah..
Why they don't get a nigga like me
to sing the national anthem or nuttin?
[laughs] It's nothin!
Nokio! (Flame, Nokio)
NOKIO GIVE US A BEAT BABY - SOME GANGSTA SHIT YO!
CNN, the best group that ever lived
Best blowin fuckin group that ever lived in rap
Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth
Yo, tell 'em how your life is son
How your life is yo?
[Noreaga]
My life is nuttin like a sitcom, you see I sip Dom
I rock Jor-dan's, and can't stand Pip-pen's
Bases loaded, coach want me to bunt
but I'ma go for the homer and cock the pump
I was the kid in the hood your moms ain't want you with
Now I'm rich, tell your moms one-two click
Since a young one, I love heaven and love hell
Escobar style, I'll build my own jail
The America's, 'merica's, favorite thug
to sell cocaine, America's, favorite drugs
Me and 'Pone like the military, we train niggaz
and the hoes don't fuck, they just brain niggaz
CNN, focus on us, we coco-nuts
We throw our gang signs up, (?) wit us
Set up a congregation, so I can orally speak
I orally, have sex cause my aura(?) is deep, it go
[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
[Pone] Y'all don't wanna fuck with us
CNN out for them pesos
Y'all don't wanna bust with us
Niggaz better move when we say so
[Nore] What's this I hear?
[Pone] CNN ain't real?!
[Nore] What's this I hear?
[Pone] CNN is wack?!
[Nore] What's this I hear?
[Pone] CNN won't kill?!
[Nore] Now what's this I hear?
[Pone] CNN ain't back?!
[Capone]
Yo, I give you every part of my life, from my paralyzed finger
to the foul death of my moms, the slug and the length of my arm
I'm "The Answer" like Allen I.
Who runs sick like cancer on the Island, I
I'm the first that ever loc'ed on a Nok' track
CNN back, like #5 Jordan's purple and black
We spazzed on purpose, fuck tryin to sit in a cat'
I erase drama and talk, memories in my rap
It's kinda hard to rap on radio while I sit in the box
All I could think was money, send a few flicks to my pops
I give the street life my all, stripes and scars
Nights was hard, felt I had a right to rob
Now I spit righteous bars, FUCK livin like the stars
Give me a hood crib and a Chrysler Dodge
Cause I'm just like y'all, my kicks scuff like y'all
I still get harassed and searched up like y'all
[Chorus]
[Capone]
Yo, imagine us cowards
You still live with mommy, still get allowance
I chase Henny, bubblin ounces
I returned off a short stretch, stuck in the mountains
What's this I hear huh? This is my year
'Pone shit kosher you think not? I give you my ear
Now listen closer I was born, and I'ma die here
Listen soldier, I rap and keep one in the holster
Nigga you front, and I'ma pop one in your shoulder
[Noreaga]
Yo raise the partition, cock guns with ammunition
Knock you out position, and have your little hoe missin
Niggaz get locked up, I spread my love
Yo they leave God-Body but they come home Blood
Balloon bags full of weed, yo I send you those
and it's all about my niggaz, won't mention hoes
Keep it tight on all four corners, warrant search
Po'-po' and C.O.'s they all get merked, it go
[Chorus x2]
[Noreaga]
Yeah, it's like this
Collaboration, CNN gangsta shit
with my nigga Nokio on the beats
On the boards, fuckin shit up y'all, yeah
He on the boards, fuckin shit up y'all
Huh, a hit record, got a hit record, written all over the track
Aiyyo it got a hit record all over the track
Yeah hit record, written all over the track...
Straight Like That lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga (feat. Algado, Final Chapter)
[Intro]
I'll murder you...you...and you
Don't give a fuck about you..you...
[Chorus 1]
[Capone]
It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga
[Final Chapter]
Straight like that
[Capone]
We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack
[Algado]
Straight like that
[Capone]
We eat, sleep, shit street life
[Algado]
Straight like that
[Capone]
We get knocked bail the same night
[Algado]
Straight like that
[Chorus 2]
We gettin bitches, bitches, money, money, basically
There ain't no kissin, we just fuckin honeys, basically
You see y'all snitchin niggaz talkin funny, basically
Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically
[Capone]
I'm off Beezlebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats
Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left
My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter
Beard 8 and a third, and my piece be Orca
There's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin, we riot
We run the streets quiet, cuz the law's biased
Skip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks
Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich
Fantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos
Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled
Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin grudges for years
I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes
The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto
Squeeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin a bottle
I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever
Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever
[Algado]
Our show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter
? I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya
Got scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first
Have 'em coppin your album just for our verse
Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em
I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum
Oh and did I mention? if I feel tension
Get the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention
I know you keep your life in your cash
Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot
So when I blow up the lot ::BOOM:: your whole shit stop
Y'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop
I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops
Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop
To hustlers like Flynt, sellin cracks like Sprint
A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it
[Chorus 1 & 2]
[Final Chapter]
Aiyyo, aiyyo
I peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded
I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin
You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing
My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds
Make ya niggaz start to worry cuz my hood is dark and blurry
When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury
Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting
Final Chapter split pies in two, its half bargaining
I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall
I've seen you frontin for your broad like her pussy's the bomb
Clowns findin their stash gone but my cash is long
So I'ma let y'all pass on, cuz you ass like a thong
My click is movin out, now is you rollin along?
Til I perish I'm spittin strong, it's that shit that I'm on
Final Chapter's comin at ya, now the drama is born
Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord
[Noreaga]
Aiyyo I'm still ghetto, that's why these niggaz love me
I'm still on the run eatin so I got chubby
I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens
That's why til this day they don't let me in
I be in New York smokin LA weed
I hate a bitch named Pebbles like LA Reed
I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live
These niggaz can't eat like hostages
Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords
I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards
And everything that went down was cool with me
As long as I came back with my jewelry
We had machine guns, I think we had two or three
And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo
For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window
You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3
[Chorus 1 & 2]
I'll murder you...you...and you
Don't give a fuck about you..you...
[Chorus 1]
[Capone]
It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga
[Final Chapter]
Straight like that
[Capone]
We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack
[Algado]
Straight like that
[Capone]
We eat, sleep, shit street life
[Algado]
Straight like that
[Capone]
We get knocked bail the same night
[Algado]
Straight like that
[Chorus 2]
We gettin bitches, bitches, money, money, basically
There ain't no kissin, we just fuckin honeys, basically
You see y'all snitchin niggaz talkin funny, basically
Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically
[Capone]
I'm off Beezlebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats
Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left
My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter
Beard 8 and a third, and my piece be Orca
There's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin, we riot
We run the streets quiet, cuz the law's biased
Skip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks
Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich
Fantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos
Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled
Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin grudges for years
I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes
The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto
Squeeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin a bottle
I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever
Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever
[Algado]
Our show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter
? I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya
Got scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first
Have 'em coppin your album just for our verse
Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em
I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum
Oh and did I mention? if I feel tension
Get the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention
I know you keep your life in your cash
Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot
So when I blow up the lot ::BOOM:: your whole shit stop
Y'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop
I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops
Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop
To hustlers like Flynt, sellin cracks like Sprint
A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it
[Chorus 1 & 2]
[Final Chapter]
Aiyyo, aiyyo
I peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded
I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin
You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing
My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds
Make ya niggaz start to worry cuz my hood is dark and blurry
When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury
Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting
Final Chapter split pies in two, its half bargaining
I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall
I've seen you frontin for your broad like her pussy's the bomb
Clowns findin their stash gone but my cash is long
So I'ma let y'all pass on, cuz you ass like a thong
My click is movin out, now is you rollin along?
Til I perish I'm spittin strong, it's that shit that I'm on
Final Chapter's comin at ya, now the drama is born
Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord
[Noreaga]
Aiyyo I'm still ghetto, that's why these niggaz love me
I'm still on the run eatin so I got chubby
I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens
That's why til this day they don't let me in
I be in New York smokin LA weed
I hate a bitch named Pebbles like LA Reed
I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live
These niggaz can't eat like hostages
Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords
I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards
And everything that went down was cool with me
As long as I came back with my jewelry
We had machine guns, I think we had two or three
And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo
For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window
You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3
[Chorus 1 & 2]
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