[Capone]
Y'all niggas don't want it kid
Y'all niggas don't want it man
[Noreaga]
It's like this
Do it like this nigga
Niggas don't want it
[Capone]
Tellin y'all
[Noreaga]
Yo on the west coast, Cali green, eyes all red
Got out the truck, *All Eyez On Me*
Peep the story, perpendicular coat
Nigga short you on some money, make a move and you broke
As long as that, motherfucker don't do it twice
He love his wife, nigga better love his life
He don't know we tied niggas up
Leave 'em in hotels with they fingers cut
Send the toast to they next of kin, POW! POW! tear your vest up
I bomb at your baby moms, I got an army of arms
The gun's always sweatin my palms
Lovin the poors, lovin them hoes with no draws
I'm the last don and the first
Went from the best to the worst
So now I'm back to the best, back to the stores
Back to them bricks and four-fours
Back to, gettin mines and I'm takin yours, it goes
[HOOK:]
Y'all niggas don't want beef
Cuz if they did, I'd have the guns to they kids
And I aint even like that
I have the infrared, right up on your nightcap
Niggas don't beef
Cuz if they did, I'd have the guns to they kids
And I aint even like that
I have the infrared, right up on your nightcap
You want beef wit us? It's a big difference, you want what?
[Capone]
Yo, fuck an empty pocket, I went from loafer penny rockin
To plenty coke poppin, takin my workers shoppin
Had enough of these foreigners, playin wit my coke
Told papi, yo this tan shit is gettin me broke
Fuck twenty a gram, gettin garbage
I paid thirty for the product, plus I heard Fernando got it
Dope cheap around 151st street, push the anniversary Range
With the first seats we met through Chico a while back
When I copped petty coke, from his main E-O
In the building six three oh
He knew I wasn't playin, I came clappin
9-6 put my deal on the line, nigga fuck rappin, check what happened
I told him put papi on the horn
Words was spoke from there, duke said it was on
We met in the rain, fuck it no need to explain
Think back to War Report, just to freshen your brain
[HOOK]
[Capone]
Niggas want beef, we can bring it to the street
We can get the heat and...
Niggas want beef, we can take it to the street and
We can get it on like...
Niggas want beef, we can take it to the street
Grab the heat like...
Niggas don't wanna beef like, nigga wanna beef like
C-N-N, what
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo, ultimate power, yo it's like the customs Haiti
I got a transporter, see an old crippled lady
And my moms used to say you better use what you got
So I'ma roll dice, loop, I could lose it or not
A freeborn hate a thug, yo and I aint a player
Yeah we thugged out, niggas that'll slap the mayor
Chime on haters, niggas see me shine my gators
Cock the gauges, down we be rippin the stages, what nigga
[Capone]
Niggas wanna place a stake in my chest, lay me to rest
The projects display me the best, crazy begets
I get 'em my babies, willie my eighties
Shit with a Ac white Mercedes, buggin here like my rims eighty
Bulletproof glass and frame, I smash the game
Like AlPo, eighty five bottles of caine
If it's beef, we could get it on like that
I got my army, what the fuck you say, you be right back?
[HOOK]
Hey Y'all lyrics - Capone-N-Noreaga (feat. Algado Shoballoti)
[INTRO: Capone (Noreaga)]
CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
[Verse 1: Noreaga]
My ice go bling, when you see my shine
And Flex got us spinnin joints like seven times
Chicks look at they ass, then look at they tits
Thinkin it's they turn they know I'm rich
I like a hood rat make a hood book of my bitch
Ay yo she get what she get don't ask for shit
And I told y'all niggaz that I bust to the sceddene
Y'all niggaz is wack like the cops solid cuisine
Fuck that yo, all them niggaz is straight wack
Blow holes through they chest slugs go through they back
And what got me mad is that I really wanna dump off
I say M.U. see if y'all wanna dump off
I was a little kid when I went up north
But now I'm grown an, I got a benz and a land
And hoes wanna give me head right in front of my mans
And when I got the plan I stay wit fams
While y'all coke head niggaz still sniff on grams
[Chorus: Capone (Noreaga)]
CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
[Verse 2: Capone]
Yo, yo, yo,
Now first of all I'ma send this out to y'all the thug niggaz who brawl
Playin in halls making cellular calls
On a run from the laws wit a gat in they claws
Wit a pack in they draws
I ain't even threw the cracks in they paws
Bang Bang we love to settle the score
Shift from me in the fourth these guys is ready for war
I say the kingdom of the fame once more we reclaim
Either a cop, slug or twenty thou threw on a chain
Niggaz simplistic I been flipped it pumped through blizzards
Clutched the gun on my hip, survival of the fittest
I runt this shit like business
C.E.O. crack merchants tell me when it's dark like guiness
Fly son'll do I run a few
Piss on the world we number one, you shitty niggaz still number two
Gunnin you down bitch you frontin you
Like "Oh shit" tried to run, I put one in her too
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Algado Shoballoti]
Ay yo,
Now holla at me like hey y'all
We let it spray y'all
Front and y'all pay fall
Tried to flip the game like an eight ball
You speedin
I got the guts to pace y'all
Haters they ain't lovin you
I'm trying to live comfortable
Fuck it like Cliff Huckstable
Gettin cash what a thug'll do
Fuck hoes and never call once so they could never call me a bugaboo
I reign from the sky to the concrete under you
My team known to break beats, pussy and mugs too
I'm down where the crips play criddaps
And bloods scream bliddap
CNN fall back let us get that
We get your kids kidnapped
If its feed back be like that man from cuba beggin for your seed back
And if you don't see me wit CNN or F.C.
Thats like the hood with nobody named Wise or Kiki
And my mics sound nice next to Joe Twenty
We snatch you right up out yo fake fendi, hey y'all
[Chorus]
CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
[Verse 1: Noreaga]
My ice go bling, when you see my shine
And Flex got us spinnin joints like seven times
Chicks look at they ass, then look at they tits
Thinkin it's they turn they know I'm rich
I like a hood rat make a hood book of my bitch
Ay yo she get what she get don't ask for shit
And I told y'all niggaz that I bust to the sceddene
Y'all niggaz is wack like the cops solid cuisine
Fuck that yo, all them niggaz is straight wack
Blow holes through they chest slugs go through they back
And what got me mad is that I really wanna dump off
I say M.U. see if y'all wanna dump off
I was a little kid when I went up north
But now I'm grown an, I got a benz and a land
And hoes wanna give me head right in front of my mans
And when I got the plan I stay wit fams
While y'all coke head niggaz still sniff on grams
[Chorus: Capone (Noreaga)]
CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
[Verse 2: Capone]
Yo, yo, yo,
Now first of all I'ma send this out to y'all the thug niggaz who brawl
Playin in halls making cellular calls
On a run from the laws wit a gat in they claws
Wit a pack in they draws
I ain't even threw the cracks in they paws
Bang Bang we love to settle the score
Shift from me in the fourth these guys is ready for war
I say the kingdom of the fame once more we reclaim
Either a cop, slug or twenty thou threw on a chain
Niggaz simplistic I been flipped it pumped through blizzards
Clutched the gun on my hip, survival of the fittest
I runt this shit like business
C.E.O. crack merchants tell me when it's dark like guiness
Fly son'll do I run a few
Piss on the world we number one, you shitty niggaz still number two
Gunnin you down bitch you frontin you
Like "Oh shit" tried to run, I put one in her too
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Algado Shoballoti]
Ay yo,
Now holla at me like hey y'all
We let it spray y'all
Front and y'all pay fall
Tried to flip the game like an eight ball
You speedin
I got the guts to pace y'all
Haters they ain't lovin you
I'm trying to live comfortable
Fuck it like Cliff Huckstable
Gettin cash what a thug'll do
Fuck hoes and never call once so they could never call me a bugaboo
I reign from the sky to the concrete under you
My team known to break beats, pussy and mugs too
I'm down where the crips play criddaps
And bloods scream bliddap
CNN fall back let us get that
We get your kids kidnapped
If its feed back be like that man from cuba beggin for your seed back
And if you don't see me wit CNN or F.C.
Thats like the hood with nobody named Wise or Kiki
And my mics sound nice next to Joe Twenty
We snatch you right up out yo fake fendi, hey y'all
[Chorus]
Our way lyrics - Capone-N-Noreaga (feat. Iman Thug)
[Capone Talking, Noreaga talking in background]
I want niggas to bang out to this shit
Niggas drive drunk to this shit
Drive drunk to this [x14]
Drive drunk drive drunk [x1]
[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
We doing this our way (yeah motherfucker we doing it our way now)
I think its our way, I think its our way
If you don't like it hit the highway
(hit the highway nigga get the fuck up outta here)
I think its our way, I think its our way
We doing this our way
(yeah yeah we doing it our way like its fucking pose to be)
I think its our way, I think its our way
Til we hit hundred on the highway (five the six)
[Iman Thug]
Call me the black machine gun jack megern
Touching my good making sure the bastards learn
Smash the burn
No time for fronting its nothing
Gets yours while I get mine not nothing
We flows with the ratical
Tongue mathematical
Cut niggas bent up shit with dirty attitudes
That's the way the world go round and round
Henny, bud on our dome like pound for pound
Peep the grimist
We high profile locist
Thugged out 41st side smokers
Now who you know
Get down like us
Gats bust empty out rounds that gust
Can't stand overpaid ass
Fronting ass bitch
Kicking to my niggas like they don't want dick
Dirting in the club
While her man couple of a drinks
All my niggas in the V.I.P. doing our thing
[Chorus x1]
[Noreaga]
Yo money bust snaps for pocket
And I don't dance
I get head
And I don't even iron my pants
I got a dead steel
Yall niggas ran with your legs still
I.ll make you lose calories without the treadmill
From New York but still I been hating the knicks
And fuck jordan but still I be rocking his kicks
My nigga Nas told me
Take your hoe to the flicks
And if she don't give you brain then you dodge the bitch
We from Queens
The dro is like hard to get
We got to travel up to Harlem where its hot as shit
Yo its Melvin the african godfather
So yo god bother
You wanna taste the revolver
I dead dun
I shot toe then run
Now stay motherfucker give head to the gun
Stay on son
Itchy bon like number one
It's the QB album that us bless this dun
[Chorus x1]
[Capone]
I stand on the block
Fully baked hand on my cock
Old heads flirting saying I resemble my pops
I put work in
I'm the street in the sickest version
No crowd niggas collect my person to person
I buck right if my left hurting
I'm double jointed
Ducking the cops they stay searching
The elevators ain't working the steps too pissy
Thoro bread god son rep the bridge with me
I pull up in the S50 plus five
Let the thugs fly
Now everybody tough guys
Its murder in these blood eyes
Like I ain't got shit to live for
Fuck a thugs cry nigga shoot that's why god put em here for
I been on the booze hit a buck on the highway
Been in my shoes
I'm thuggin rich make my own rules
Its time glory and pain I'm still with kane
I got O's dog for six fifties remember the name
Capone nigga
[horus x1]
[All]
Ain't nothing but a Queens thing baby
Three bent niggas straight going crazy
Hennessy is the drink that fades me
Bang out to this shit baby [x2]
[All talking]
I want niggas to bang out to this shit
Niggas drive drunk to this shit
Drive drunk to this [x14]
Drive drunk drive drunk [x1]
[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
We doing this our way (yeah motherfucker we doing it our way now)
I think its our way, I think its our way
If you don't like it hit the highway
(hit the highway nigga get the fuck up outta here)
I think its our way, I think its our way
We doing this our way
(yeah yeah we doing it our way like its fucking pose to be)
I think its our way, I think its our way
Til we hit hundred on the highway (five the six)
[Iman Thug]
Call me the black machine gun jack megern
Touching my good making sure the bastards learn
Smash the burn
No time for fronting its nothing
Gets yours while I get mine not nothing
We flows with the ratical
Tongue mathematical
Cut niggas bent up shit with dirty attitudes
That's the way the world go round and round
Henny, bud on our dome like pound for pound
Peep the grimist
We high profile locist
Thugged out 41st side smokers
Now who you know
Get down like us
Gats bust empty out rounds that gust
Can't stand overpaid ass
Fronting ass bitch
Kicking to my niggas like they don't want dick
Dirting in the club
While her man couple of a drinks
All my niggas in the V.I.P. doing our thing
[Chorus x1]
[Noreaga]
Yo money bust snaps for pocket
And I don't dance
I get head
And I don't even iron my pants
I got a dead steel
Yall niggas ran with your legs still
I.ll make you lose calories without the treadmill
From New York but still I been hating the knicks
And fuck jordan but still I be rocking his kicks
My nigga Nas told me
Take your hoe to the flicks
And if she don't give you brain then you dodge the bitch
We from Queens
The dro is like hard to get
We got to travel up to Harlem where its hot as shit
Yo its Melvin the african godfather
So yo god bother
You wanna taste the revolver
I dead dun
I shot toe then run
Now stay motherfucker give head to the gun
Stay on son
Itchy bon like number one
It's the QB album that us bless this dun
[Chorus x1]
[Capone]
I stand on the block
Fully baked hand on my cock
Old heads flirting saying I resemble my pops
I put work in
I'm the street in the sickest version
No crowd niggas collect my person to person
I buck right if my left hurting
I'm double jointed
Ducking the cops they stay searching
The elevators ain't working the steps too pissy
Thoro bread god son rep the bridge with me
I pull up in the S50 plus five
Let the thugs fly
Now everybody tough guys
Its murder in these blood eyes
Like I ain't got shit to live for
Fuck a thugs cry nigga shoot that's why god put em here for
I been on the booze hit a buck on the highway
Been in my shoes
I'm thuggin rich make my own rules
Its time glory and pain I'm still with kane
I got O's dog for six fifties remember the name
Capone nigga
[horus x1]
[All]
Ain't nothing but a Queens thing baby
Three bent niggas straight going crazy
Hennessy is the drink that fades me
Bang out to this shit baby [x2]
[All talking]
Play That Shit (Remix) lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga (feat. Goldfingaz, Maze, Musalini)
[from "Baller Blockin'" soundtrack]
[Lil' Wayne]
They call me the youngest headbuster walkin'
Thugged out in all black, calicole sparklin'
A guerilla till I die bless me when I'm dead
But for the bread I bring ya anybody head
That's how I play it I don't hold back
I tote gats be on the spot were ya sold crack
Nigga feel played then ya fuckin get blown back
I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old mac
Now BLOCKA nigga get off me
[Juvenile]
Get some off that cocky weed and roll that bitch up
Won't play with me like I'ma choke that bitch up
Keep it on the turf I might be killin' to get mine
New prints on the back I make a million in big time
I'll always be a thug until I'm crippled and crazy
I'ma always stay close with Suga Slim, Wayne and Baby
Runnin' with a team off cut-throats and backshots
All day bullshittin neglagince and homicides
[Turk and Noreaga]
Cash Money niggas they don't play that shit
Thugged Out niggas we don't play that shit
[Noreaga]
Yo I rock silk
You see NORE I pop quilts
I'm old school but still in tha game like Scott Billups
Yeah you came short
And plus tha case I faught
I had tha judge and tha DA both my boys
I'm a changed man speak to tha ghost of my pops
I bling bling on stage nigga gangstas watch
Thugged Out Cash Money fuck tha cops
Thugged Out Cash Money will take yo watch
[Capone]
Now she what y'all possessed me to do
I squeeze siamese guns
Turn niggas vegetables
My life is ghetto
Half of y'all spittin a lie in front of tha judge like 25 nahhh
Imma turn to tha street cut him near tha corner
Blood in his eyes, yellow tape, cameras and reporters
So many years had me stuck in tha cage
Hate me now wish I was gone so they could buck at my grave
[Chorus]
[Musalini]
From N-Y to N-O Thugged Out and Cash Money
I'm a thug B how you gonna stop hungry
We eatin' pop bubbley in beef we pop dummies
Run up in hood honey's it's all good sonney
Throw your sets up nigga
Throw your side up nigga
Ride or die young nigga
Get high young nigga
Stay fly young nigga
Do what you gotta survive young nigga
[Maze]
Live we fly down in New Orleans
Get it purpulatin
You smell me keep that fire green circulating
Thugged Out with Cash Money
Thugs we stash your arms
Weeds get blazed from your face till feet
With us all we stay deep got beef we're surroundin
My Niggas cock back Macs from here to some 'the houses
Get rocked or get it on if you bout it
Cause boy you're in the zone
You take routes quick like Roy Jones
[Chorus]
[Baby (Lil Wayne)]
I got thru any nigga project sparkin (sparkin) wodie
4-4 barkin (barkin)
Nigga start walkin (walkin)
Lyrics be spraklin (spraklin)
Wit this Uptown talkin (Bling Bling baby)
You know that's us (Nigga Ching Ching baby)
Cash Money's a must
I got a car from NORE
Let's do this wodie
From yo jet to mines
Let's do this NORE
We could shot it in New York it don't matter lil wodie
[Mannie Fresh]
Lil Daddy I just couldn't wait
Stick these nigga fo they cake
Stop tha muthafuckin hate
Slow it down hold up wait
Thugged nosed 38
Left em sleepin in tha lake
Killed tha nigga and his date
Cash Money trigga play
Nigga don't you that I'll hit you wit tha ch-choppa
Playa yo I'm really foul
Hit these hoes wit tha wow
Back off of me CHOPPA CHOPPA CHOPPA
[Turk]
Lil Wayne, Turk, BG annd Juvenil
[Lil' Wayne]
They call me the youngest headbuster walkin'
Thugged out in all black, calicole sparklin'
A guerilla till I die bless me when I'm dead
But for the bread I bring ya anybody head
That's how I play it I don't hold back
I tote gats be on the spot were ya sold crack
Nigga feel played then ya fuckin get blown back
I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old mac
Now BLOCKA nigga get off me
[Juvenile]
Get some off that cocky weed and roll that bitch up
Won't play with me like I'ma choke that bitch up
Keep it on the turf I might be killin' to get mine
New prints on the back I make a million in big time
I'll always be a thug until I'm crippled and crazy
I'ma always stay close with Suga Slim, Wayne and Baby
Runnin' with a team off cut-throats and backshots
All day bullshittin neglagince and homicides
[Turk and Noreaga]
Cash Money niggas they don't play that shit
Thugged Out niggas we don't play that shit
[Noreaga]
Yo I rock silk
You see NORE I pop quilts
I'm old school but still in tha game like Scott Billups
Yeah you came short
And plus tha case I faught
I had tha judge and tha DA both my boys
I'm a changed man speak to tha ghost of my pops
I bling bling on stage nigga gangstas watch
Thugged Out Cash Money fuck tha cops
Thugged Out Cash Money will take yo watch
[Capone]
Now she what y'all possessed me to do
I squeeze siamese guns
Turn niggas vegetables
My life is ghetto
Half of y'all spittin a lie in front of tha judge like 25 nahhh
Imma turn to tha street cut him near tha corner
Blood in his eyes, yellow tape, cameras and reporters
So many years had me stuck in tha cage
Hate me now wish I was gone so they could buck at my grave
[Chorus]
[Musalini]
From N-Y to N-O Thugged Out and Cash Money
I'm a thug B how you gonna stop hungry
We eatin' pop bubbley in beef we pop dummies
Run up in hood honey's it's all good sonney
Throw your sets up nigga
Throw your side up nigga
Ride or die young nigga
Get high young nigga
Stay fly young nigga
Do what you gotta survive young nigga
[Maze]
Live we fly down in New Orleans
Get it purpulatin
You smell me keep that fire green circulating
Thugged Out with Cash Money
Thugs we stash your arms
Weeds get blazed from your face till feet
With us all we stay deep got beef we're surroundin
My Niggas cock back Macs from here to some 'the houses
Get rocked or get it on if you bout it
Cause boy you're in the zone
You take routes quick like Roy Jones
[Chorus]
[Baby (Lil Wayne)]
I got thru any nigga project sparkin (sparkin) wodie
4-4 barkin (barkin)
Nigga start walkin (walkin)
Lyrics be spraklin (spraklin)
Wit this Uptown talkin (Bling Bling baby)
You know that's us (Nigga Ching Ching baby)
Cash Money's a must
I got a car from NORE
Let's do this wodie
From yo jet to mines
Let's do this NORE
We could shot it in New York it don't matter lil wodie
[Mannie Fresh]
Lil Daddy I just couldn't wait
Stick these nigga fo they cake
Stop tha muthafuckin hate
Slow it down hold up wait
Thugged nosed 38
Left em sleepin in tha lake
Killed tha nigga and his date
Cash Money trigga play
Nigga don't you that I'll hit you wit tha ch-choppa
Playa yo I'm really foul
Hit these hoes wit tha wow
Back off of me CHOPPA CHOPPA CHOPPA
[Turk]
Lil Wayne, Turk, BG annd Juvenil
Reunion lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga
[from "Any Given Sunday" soundtrack]
[Noreaga]
[howling] CNN (CNN!) CNN
The reunion man.. we back again man.. are y'all ready man?
Hahahahahaha, yo, yo
My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home
it's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone
We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks
Based on a true story, it's Nore'
And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love me
It feel good to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits
Smoke more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and dead
and leave em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red
N.O., erase niggaz no pro-blemo
Keep a razor in my mouth - spit it out
And I never had to move nothin, I shit it out
And I still got it but I had to Thug It Out
[Chorus x2: CNN]
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day
The real people do real things
So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH?
[Nore] Peace God
[Cap] Whattup nigga?
[Nore] I'm glad you home
So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own
[Cap] Stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes
[Nore] Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out
[Cap] My Niggaz On The Run they place out
Flee fiends with the cake mouth
Automatic guns, bullets spray out
[Nore] Lay out, what? Gimme the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still feel broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even smoke
[Cap] I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry
[Nore] And me, I'm Thugged Out, I just sleep on the floor
with the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw
[Cap] My heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz lean on the law
[Nore] Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
[Cap] I watch for the cops, still a Thug after the deal
CNN gotta thug it for real
[Chorus]
[Capone]
Thuggology's the major, paper
Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole nature
The law was built around capers since the years of the West
and are you real or fake? How many thugs hear the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is goin to jail
Unassissted, I shivered and frail
My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille
I keep Chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale
Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail
Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every city a slug
If I was dyin would a true fan give me they blood
and would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious
I rock fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the creases
[Chorus x2]
[Noreaga and Capone ad lib to fade]
[Noreaga]
[howling] CNN (CNN!) CNN
The reunion man.. we back again man.. are y'all ready man?
Hahahahahaha, yo, yo
My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home
it's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone
We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks
Based on a true story, it's Nore'
And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love me
It feel good to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits
Smoke more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and dead
and leave em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red
N.O., erase niggaz no pro-blemo
Keep a razor in my mouth - spit it out
And I never had to move nothin, I shit it out
And I still got it but I had to Thug It Out
[Chorus x2: CNN]
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day
The real people do real things
So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH?
[Nore] Peace God
[Cap] Whattup nigga?
[Nore] I'm glad you home
So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own
[Cap] Stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes
[Nore] Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out
[Cap] My Niggaz On The Run they place out
Flee fiends with the cake mouth
Automatic guns, bullets spray out
[Nore] Lay out, what? Gimme the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still feel broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even smoke
[Cap] I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry
[Nore] And me, I'm Thugged Out, I just sleep on the floor
with the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw
[Cap] My heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz lean on the law
[Nore] Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
[Cap] I watch for the cops, still a Thug after the deal
CNN gotta thug it for real
[Chorus]
[Capone]
Thuggology's the major, paper
Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole nature
The law was built around capers since the years of the West
and are you real or fake? How many thugs hear the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is goin to jail
Unassissted, I shivered and frail
My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille
I keep Chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale
Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail
Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every city a slug
If I was dyin would a true fan give me they blood
and would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious
I rock fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the creases
[Chorus x2]
[Noreaga and Capone ad lib to fade]
Rotate (Remix) lyrics - Capone-n-Noreaga (feat. Ron Browz, Swizz Beatz, Busta Rhymes & Jadakiss)
[Intro: Swizz Beatz (Jadakiss)]
It's NORE time!
[Ron Browz:]
ETHER BOY!
[Swizz Beatz:]
Stretch your arms out or somethin man
[Ron Browz:]
NORE!
[Busta Rhymes:]
Busta Bus! NORE! I just strapped in for the remix nigga!
[Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.):]
Remix (G-Mix) Rotate (G-Mix) Remix (G-Mix) Rotate
Remix (G-Mix) Rotate (G-Mix) Remix (G-Mix)
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
Aiyyo su-perthug I love what the streets do
And we all New York artist it ain't regional
My Queens people told me tighten up my schemes
The homey Kanye told me tighten up my jeans (NO!)
Oh, my, God, go on God (GOD!)
NORE back, NORE back, go and tell Jesus
Go alert the hustlers people that sell keys
This is no reason this is no warning shots
This is no false alarm holmes or none of that
That, some pour in line to the protocol
Or get three holes in you like a bowling ball
Superthug rifle, Stokey Carmichael
[Verse 2: Ron Browz]
I heard alot of artist wanna throw darts
But your boy rotatin on the Billboard charts (On the charts)
Yeah, on the Billboard charts
Your boy rotatin on the Billboard charts
Oh! Uh! I'm rotatin the truck the truck (Truck)
Ride through Harlem rotatin it up
You broke, you ain't rotatin a buck
And I can slide your girl off and rotate in the guts
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
[Verse 3: Swizz Beatz]
Get up (OH) Stand up (OH) Errbody hands up
We all in the club, club, we don't give a damn (WHAT?!)
It's that new me, in my new V
Used to wear Coogi, now I wear Gucci
I've been fresh since 9-8
Wore my Nautica suits in all whites, I'm straight
B.I.G. in the Land Rover
The other punk lil' rappers had to move over (SCOOT!)
I was kickin out with Hova
With that Jiggaman came and took the beat - game over
Ruff Ryders came and took the street thang over
And N.O.R. came, "Superthug", it's over
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Look! Everytime I spit I drop heat from the gutter
You ain't realize you can't stop me mu'fucker!
I pop off like a launch of missles and whistle
It's the way I hot the block I should open a chain of Sizzler's
I out grind niggas in the street and how I carve a flow
All in the beat you should call me master, hammer and chizzler
Like I'm a stop a hope that ain't somethin expected
Like you ain't already know I'm the nicest NOW JUST RESPECT IT!
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
[Verse 5: Capone]
PONE!
Aiyyo, aiyyo, I'm a be the first with that new 750i Coupe
I suck over sour and shorties in them high boots (Love 'em!)
My goons'll treat ya face like a drive-thru
Take the order, eat ya food, then get high too
(UH-OHHHHH!) That new CNN, that new Bussa, new Kiss
I rep for niggas in the box like new kicks
PONE, I might rotate with new chicks
And still got workers rotatin two shifts
[Verse 6: Jadakiss]
Bullets rotatin the joint when I blast metal
Session to have your funeral lookin mad ghetto
You don't know what time it is, I can't tell you
I got bad sinuses, I can't smell you
Don't make promises, 'cause they'll kill you
You just talk to the hood then they'll feel you
You try to leave without payin they gon' bill you
When you rotate with a snowflake, they gon' grill you
WHAT!
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
It's NORE time!
[Ron Browz:]
ETHER BOY!
[Swizz Beatz:]
Stretch your arms out or somethin man
[Ron Browz:]
NORE!
[Busta Rhymes:]
Busta Bus! NORE! I just strapped in for the remix nigga!
[Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.):]
Remix (G-Mix) Rotate (G-Mix) Remix (G-Mix) Rotate
Remix (G-Mix) Rotate (G-Mix) Remix (G-Mix)
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
Aiyyo su-perthug I love what the streets do
And we all New York artist it ain't regional
My Queens people told me tighten up my schemes
The homey Kanye told me tighten up my jeans (NO!)
Oh, my, God, go on God (GOD!)
NORE back, NORE back, go and tell Jesus
Go alert the hustlers people that sell keys
This is no reason this is no warning shots
This is no false alarm holmes or none of that
That, some pour in line to the protocol
Or get three holes in you like a bowling ball
Superthug rifle, Stokey Carmichael
[Verse 2: Ron Browz]
I heard alot of artist wanna throw darts
But your boy rotatin on the Billboard charts (On the charts)
Yeah, on the Billboard charts
Your boy rotatin on the Billboard charts
Oh! Uh! I'm rotatin the truck the truck (Truck)
Ride through Harlem rotatin it up
You broke, you ain't rotatin a buck
And I can slide your girl off and rotate in the guts
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
[Verse 3: Swizz Beatz]
Get up (OH) Stand up (OH) Errbody hands up
We all in the club, club, we don't give a damn (WHAT?!)
It's that new me, in my new V
Used to wear Coogi, now I wear Gucci
I've been fresh since 9-8
Wore my Nautica suits in all whites, I'm straight
B.I.G. in the Land Rover
The other punk lil' rappers had to move over (SCOOT!)
I was kickin out with Hova
With that Jiggaman came and took the beat - game over
Ruff Ryders came and took the street thang over
And N.O.R. came, "Superthug", it's over
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Look! Everytime I spit I drop heat from the gutter
You ain't realize you can't stop me mu'fucker!
I pop off like a launch of missles and whistle
It's the way I hot the block I should open a chain of Sizzler's
I out grind niggas in the street and how I carve a flow
All in the beat you should call me master, hammer and chizzler
Like I'm a stop a hope that ain't somethin expected
Like you ain't already know I'm the nicest NOW JUST RESPECT IT!
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
[Verse 5: Capone]
PONE!
Aiyyo, aiyyo, I'm a be the first with that new 750i Coupe
I suck over sour and shorties in them high boots (Love 'em!)
My goons'll treat ya face like a drive-thru
Take the order, eat ya food, then get high too
(UH-OHHHHH!) That new CNN, that new Bussa, new Kiss
I rep for niggas in the box like new kicks
PONE, I might rotate with new chicks
And still got workers rotatin two shifts
[Verse 6: Jadakiss]
Bullets rotatin the joint when I blast metal
Session to have your funeral lookin mad ghetto
You don't know what time it is, I can't tell you
I got bad sinuses, I can't smell you
Don't make promises, 'cause they'll kill you
You just talk to the hood then they'll feel you
You try to leave without payin they gon' bill you
When you rotate with a snowflake, they gon' grill you
WHAT!
[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my niggas say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
All my shorties say OH OH OH OH OH (OH!)
Thugged Out Niggas lyrics - Capone-n-noreaga (feat. Final Chapter, Iman Thug)
[Final Chapter]
Now I'm from Iraq, I got stories to tell
What y'all gonna speak on, I keep money saved like it's rebond
Niggas stay at, what they was bout to do
Would of done, could of did, niggas really need to quit it kid
Stay at home with pepper spray, think he can drop weight
Put us on your album, you be selling like cop cakes
Got crackers in the hood, ain't hard to spot jakes
And whoever going first, forever the dot face
[Scarlett]
Aiyo it take a real bitch, to roll with real niggas
M.U. niggas, thugged out niggas
Meet them in a club and they got the gat niggas
Step outside and it's what what niggas
Ya'll pretty boy niggas, straight punk niggas
I can't fuck with y'all, cuz I like rough niggas
It's Scarlett, boy, I got to have dough nigga
[Chorus: Noreaga]
Yo it's thugged out niggas (what) [x15]
[Capone]
Marilyn Manson, thug nigga imagine me dancing
Not, I spend a quarter rain then sell it equive with no payments
96R's my number, never disregard the hunger
Shit we scarred, felony to charge us under
This foul off, wild southpaw, I bound for Muse
Maze, Scarlett, Joey Mob and the bridge crackers
It's logic, niggas digest
Murderous sidesteps, QBC, The Heist nigga what?
[Iman Thug]
Aiyo we stay low, shine like chrome on 20 inches
Never sober, high all day, every leaches
Lawyers, judges can't dispute this shit
Cuz if ya hit, then ya hit nigga, fuck that shit
Extraordinary shit, flow style I abuse
Pop dog to the yard, While I stab ya dude
Live fucked up, stuck with body and head wounds
I be the thug chocolate, covered with chad shrooms
[Chorus]
[Maze]
Now when you think of me, you think of my niggas
Spread across like how spilled drinks is
You hears wild like echoes from a distance
Ya learn the hard way, get blazed for smart say
Scarlett, rippin niggas buck 50 yard race
Never did a bid, but my ace who did
Went from ballin to callin the crib out the bink shit
We live, kids I run with, guns a felony
Sing sing, y'all get arrested and sing for rest in peace
[Musolini]
Guns-N-Roses, comin up livin life hopeless
Trying to keep my focus, most of my fam smokers
Hit chocha, chicks that loca, deep throater
Y'all niggas better caliete la boca
Shit done changed, like the price of cane
And shit gon' changed, when my niggas smash the game
Get brain from ya dame, but the cash I came
Ya motherfuckers better stay in your lane
And start movin, but never start shootin Motherfuckers
[Chorus]
Now I'm from Iraq, I got stories to tell
What y'all gonna speak on, I keep money saved like it's rebond
Niggas stay at, what they was bout to do
Would of done, could of did, niggas really need to quit it kid
Stay at home with pepper spray, think he can drop weight
Put us on your album, you be selling like cop cakes
Got crackers in the hood, ain't hard to spot jakes
And whoever going first, forever the dot face
[Scarlett]
Aiyo it take a real bitch, to roll with real niggas
M.U. niggas, thugged out niggas
Meet them in a club and they got the gat niggas
Step outside and it's what what niggas
Ya'll pretty boy niggas, straight punk niggas
I can't fuck with y'all, cuz I like rough niggas
It's Scarlett, boy, I got to have dough nigga
[Chorus: Noreaga]
Yo it's thugged out niggas (what) [x15]
[Capone]
Marilyn Manson, thug nigga imagine me dancing
Not, I spend a quarter rain then sell it equive with no payments
96R's my number, never disregard the hunger
Shit we scarred, felony to charge us under
This foul off, wild southpaw, I bound for Muse
Maze, Scarlett, Joey Mob and the bridge crackers
It's logic, niggas digest
Murderous sidesteps, QBC, The Heist nigga what?
[Iman Thug]
Aiyo we stay low, shine like chrome on 20 inches
Never sober, high all day, every leaches
Lawyers, judges can't dispute this shit
Cuz if ya hit, then ya hit nigga, fuck that shit
Extraordinary shit, flow style I abuse
Pop dog to the yard, While I stab ya dude
Live fucked up, stuck with body and head wounds
I be the thug chocolate, covered with chad shrooms
[Chorus]
[Maze]
Now when you think of me, you think of my niggas
Spread across like how spilled drinks is
You hears wild like echoes from a distance
Ya learn the hard way, get blazed for smart say
Scarlett, rippin niggas buck 50 yard race
Never did a bid, but my ace who did
Went from ballin to callin the crib out the bink shit
We live, kids I run with, guns a felony
Sing sing, y'all get arrested and sing for rest in peace
[Musolini]
Guns-N-Roses, comin up livin life hopeless
Trying to keep my focus, most of my fam smokers
Hit chocha, chicks that loca, deep throater
Y'all niggas better caliete la boca
Shit done changed, like the price of cane
And shit gon' changed, when my niggas smash the game
Get brain from ya dame, but the cash I came
Ya motherfuckers better stay in your lane
And start movin, but never start shootin Motherfuckers
[Chorus]
We Gon Buck lyrics - Capone-n-noreaga (feat. Cormega, Lake)
[Verse 1: Noreaga]
I blow shots at these faggots, these niggas is herbs
my vertical switch, converted with nerve
catch my anywhere, gun down, hand on my dick
these hoes love me, these niggas just salute the God
I boosted cars, now I just cop and spend loot at bars
I got little paper, these cats still hatin'
but now I send shots racin', shots like Gary Payton
I'm Jose, I'm half God and half Satan
I fuck with Lake, dump bodies in the lake
ain't no tellin' what othet measurements we take
I brought my niggas out the hood yo, not just me
and now Maze live in Jers' and Mussolini
and I'm a nigga that flip shit and just hawk spit
these niggas had beef but now they wanna squash it
I'm a thug and hustler, not a pimp or a mack
it's N.O.R.E., you know, the Limp Bizkit of rap.
[Chorus: Noreaga]
Yo Lake, what the fuck man?
cock the calicko, make these niggas duck man
they outta luck man
and we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man
[repeat]
[Verse 2: Lake]
It's like the game is over, soldiers don't listen
bitches ain't loyal and generals is snitchin'
my breed is becoming extinct, we all dyin'
layin' in the mattress or on the run hidin'
livest niggas is comin' home gettin' jobs
it hurts my heart to see a real niggas starve
carved a niggas face so bad in a rumble
they had me in the bing in the fall wearin' a muzzle
bubble for my niggas in prison wearin' mittens
when you get the privelege of freedom start livin'
I spit it with integrity, still keep it thorough'n
move heroin every town and borough I'm in
a candy store with Christian Diore
on Iceburg Valore with suede beiges on
I morn on the born of my dog thats in the essence
express and live on, I incorporate the jail letters
my life is epic, accept it, I'm what you wanna be
before I let 'em cuff me white sheets 'll cover me
why? 'cause I'm a serious nigga with a serious mind
so if I get locked up I'll be serious time.
[Chorus]
Hey yo 'pone, what the fuck man
grab the Calicko, make these niggas duck man
they outta luck man
and we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man
(repeat)
[Verse 3: Capone]
Peep the gangsta physiche, slim, fire with a fetish
move with a deathwish, bullets turn brolic niggas anorexic
life's hectic, push weight and records
still spazzin', take your necklace, I stay connected
spit any niggas block on lean
tinted glass, three inches cracked down, Mac in between
cut school, got paid slingin' crack to the dean
seen a heemy head blow turn back to a fiend
Capone, Luciano, and Mega, Noreaga
here to drop anonymous tips, bitches flip for the right paper
it's pain, time, and glory, the essence of the thoroughest nigga, I rest
my faith in the corner
watch me get up on ya
[Phone rings]
[Mega] yo
[Lake] yo Mega it's Lake
[Mega] whassup?
[Lake] yo, 'pone 'bout to holla at you
[Mega] about what?
[Lake] I can't get into it over the phonehe 'bout to come at you right now
[Mega] aight
[Chorus: Capone]
Hey yo Mega what the fuck man
grab the calicko, make these niggas duck man
they outta luck man
and we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man
[repeat]
[Verse 4: Mega]
My life is blood money and big guns
I'm the nigga your connect get hit from
hello, and I rep the ghetto, how real is that?
nigga you too cocky
I'm like Tupac, who could stop me?
I got a message from Papi
who the body in the trunk? I wanna know like Joe
my flow ill like 'pone's Tahoe
fuck the fake shit
son, look at us, we all did state bids
I'm in it to win but I lost my patience
niggas def, dumb, and blind when I floss my bracelet
in Queensbridge, in the scene with Benzes and Beamers
niggas who hate cops and love squeezin'
whats the meanin'? all hail the thug allegiance
tryin' to get right 'cause I don't want my unborn seeds slingin'
the Mantana shit, banana clips
bringin' to niggas if my Man is hits
I blow shots at these faggots, these niggas is herbs
my vertical switch, converted with nerve
catch my anywhere, gun down, hand on my dick
these hoes love me, these niggas just salute the God
I boosted cars, now I just cop and spend loot at bars
I got little paper, these cats still hatin'
but now I send shots racin', shots like Gary Payton
I'm Jose, I'm half God and half Satan
I fuck with Lake, dump bodies in the lake
ain't no tellin' what othet measurements we take
I brought my niggas out the hood yo, not just me
and now Maze live in Jers' and Mussolini
and I'm a nigga that flip shit and just hawk spit
these niggas had beef but now they wanna squash it
I'm a thug and hustler, not a pimp or a mack
it's N.O.R.E., you know, the Limp Bizkit of rap.
[Chorus: Noreaga]
Yo Lake, what the fuck man?
cock the calicko, make these niggas duck man
they outta luck man
and we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man
[repeat]
[Verse 2: Lake]
It's like the game is over, soldiers don't listen
bitches ain't loyal and generals is snitchin'
my breed is becoming extinct, we all dyin'
layin' in the mattress or on the run hidin'
livest niggas is comin' home gettin' jobs
it hurts my heart to see a real niggas starve
carved a niggas face so bad in a rumble
they had me in the bing in the fall wearin' a muzzle
bubble for my niggas in prison wearin' mittens
when you get the privelege of freedom start livin'
I spit it with integrity, still keep it thorough'n
move heroin every town and borough I'm in
a candy store with Christian Diore
on Iceburg Valore with suede beiges on
I morn on the born of my dog thats in the essence
express and live on, I incorporate the jail letters
my life is epic, accept it, I'm what you wanna be
before I let 'em cuff me white sheets 'll cover me
why? 'cause I'm a serious nigga with a serious mind
so if I get locked up I'll be serious time.
[Chorus]
Hey yo 'pone, what the fuck man
grab the Calicko, make these niggas duck man
they outta luck man
and we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man
(repeat)
[Verse 3: Capone]
Peep the gangsta physiche, slim, fire with a fetish
move with a deathwish, bullets turn brolic niggas anorexic
life's hectic, push weight and records
still spazzin', take your necklace, I stay connected
spit any niggas block on lean
tinted glass, three inches cracked down, Mac in between
cut school, got paid slingin' crack to the dean
seen a heemy head blow turn back to a fiend
Capone, Luciano, and Mega, Noreaga
here to drop anonymous tips, bitches flip for the right paper
it's pain, time, and glory, the essence of the thoroughest nigga, I rest
my faith in the corner
watch me get up on ya
[Phone rings]
[Mega] yo
[Lake] yo Mega it's Lake
[Mega] whassup?
[Lake] yo, 'pone 'bout to holla at you
[Mega] about what?
[Lake] I can't get into it over the phonehe 'bout to come at you right now
[Mega] aight
[Chorus: Capone]
Hey yo Mega what the fuck man
grab the calicko, make these niggas duck man
they outta luck man
and we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man
[repeat]
[Verse 4: Mega]
My life is blood money and big guns
I'm the nigga your connect get hit from
hello, and I rep the ghetto, how real is that?
nigga you too cocky
I'm like Tupac, who could stop me?
I got a message from Papi
who the body in the trunk? I wanna know like Joe
my flow ill like 'pone's Tahoe
fuck the fake shit
son, look at us, we all did state bids
I'm in it to win but I lost my patience
niggas def, dumb, and blind when I floss my bracelet
in Queensbridge, in the scene with Benzes and Beamers
niggas who hate cops and love squeezin'
whats the meanin'? all hail the thug allegiance
tryin' to get right 'cause I don't want my unborn seeds slingin'
the Mantana shit, banana clips
bringin' to niggas if my Man is hits
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