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    Capone-N-Noreaga

    Phonetime

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    Додана 20 лютого 2008 користувачем AND1

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    [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
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