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    Capone-N-Noreaga / Lyrics

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    Capone-N-Noreaga feat. Nas

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    [Nas talking]
    I heard that nigga Capone's home yo...
    Word to Motha..that nigga Nore'
    Doin' his mothafuckin' thing...thugged out
    Entertainment...know what I'm sayin'? Niggas still in the streets...
    Ill Will, Braveheart nigga, there's a thin line between streets and business..
    So we gotta have balance and be easy...

    I heard you fags want to catch me off guard
    Put Tecks to my heart, the death of Escobar
    Under your breath, whispers in the dark
    I hear it 'cause the street ain't loyal to choose sides

    Prepare for the beef, whoever lose dies
    Rich and I'm thuggin'
    I can't trust nothin', this bitch that I'm fuckin'
    This clip that I'm bustin' could jam in my fist

    Look at my hand, finger pussy with expensive rings
    Cut coke cookies, wrote poetry and broke noses B.
    The voice from Heaven

    I'm God sent, of course a legend
    This is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverend
    Blunted eyes red
    C-Class, a Hundred times Five Red

    CD's blast, speed fast, haters drop dead
    I'm gorgeous
    black Goddess flip the arm rest, flip the cordless
    Her body stacks the best, ass is flawless
    Finally the long awaited shit, ghetto people the sequel
    Nas, CNN, nobody's equal.

    Yo, Be easy
    Keep the club off the heezy
    Straight thugs in the back, drink creezy
    Be easy, but we still smoke treezy
    See us rippin' the shows with thugged easy.

    Niggas picked me the boss
    Ricky Ross
    Lex Two-Fifty Horse power, click and devour the source
    If it's flour then swallow your loss

    I cock Fours, kick in Poppi's doors
    All for the cash and the cause
    Niggas break big fractions of laws
    So what, we got it sewn up, smack every cat on the board

    I speak the truth, guns spit at you, shakin' my palm
    It's pitiful, wavin' my wand
    The Don, a hundred follow me like Farrakhan
    Chasin' my Henny, embrace Benny's

    It's quite Frank, my niggas will kill, never waste a Penny
    Money stay well invested
    Feel the weight on my necklace
    When death is too close flip the next shit

    Thug the game out
    Bust biscuits, pull the Range out
    Public enemy, Queens Bridge where I hang out
    Sweet scent of weed I wear like a fragrance
    My energy's kinetic, mind power type ancient.


    I see death through the corner, die, kingdom come
    Six 500's, pull up right in front of the slum
    Sticky green fingers soldiers of the great God
    Clarence spoke to the poor but he lived in Oz

    An ill hook like Roy Jones, I'm a street corner bastard
    And crush weed with the hashish
    Bandanna head dome wrapped
    Caddy trucks with the grills and the chrome snaps

    I'm on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman
    The S-Class is shittin' on your weak Datsun
    Graffiti written on the Bible, my life is wicked
    I see dead corpses, and Rolls Royces

    Put your heart on your lap, listen you hear voices
    My whole persona is the drama and to smoke skama
    I can lift it up, Willy what in front of your slut
    Money bustin' out my pocket, your bank is stopped

    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Kiam Holley, Leshan Lewis, Nasir Jones, Victor Santiago.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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