Well i don’t lose nuttin, i learned how to mix with other cultures Leave out of the hood, and lose all of they shit I know intelligent niggaz that move dough The judge know i caught a nigga and i beat him to deathĪway from new york, and go lay up in l.a. Look for the moment to step, mo-e’ i’m wet The gun make me lean to the left, i saw it and repped It’s the same thing, you should look how i walk I got caught, what the hell did i thought? I had warrants on each name, aliases in each state I can’t believe what i saw, through the eyes of the corner Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin What dirt’ll do to virginal niggaz, is get ’em kiltįilled with hot lead, but not by the feds, who wanna see me dead? I squeeze vertical a fiend i’m servin you My hood sit on bloody acres, parallel to my maker My cap size is nine milli, leave you slumpin back in your ride You ain’t that wise, i’m out to capitalize I lay this down, i blaze this pound i’ma say this now Hope to trade places, and piss where my grave is Stop my lifeline, i’m tryin to hundred thousand dollar car and ice mineĬonsecutive cases, no respect for racists, haters hate this Niggaz wanna kill me ‘fore i’m thirty-six I’m built to be guilty, filthy, dirty, rich Now what i stands for i rise for, my man’s who i die for We walk the pavement with, one in the head Seen too many cold days, too many nights servinĪ hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong Now you organize your team with gats, ready to bailĬategory: English Lyrics Tags: Capone -n- Noreaga lyrics, Capone -n- Noreaga song lyrics, The Reunion lyrics, The Reunion song lyrics, You Can't Kill Me lyrics Leave a Comment Weak trick – go ‘head and snitch like your man didīabe ruth niggas ain’t ready for blood sportĭuct taping her, gag her mouth so she can’t screamĬamcorder, you won’t miss it ‘cause we taping her…įed ex, you got the tape next day in the mail You get laced before the jakes realize it In lefrak we regulate…what, what, what, buck-buck, whatĬoming from the bridge, kuwait, do or die shit Leave him scraped, you fake nigga move fake Kilargo, shipped the cargo, back to vehardoĬastro castrate, put the bogie out in his face Use photography, want me and my team out the country(stay low) Greg tate(asshole), leave his mouth tapedĮliminate, news on bet, got pictures of me We each bring 10, stick em up and break wind Jakes’ll get that ass quick if they really want you.Ĭapone, you stay on street, and keep the cipher completeĢ 5 circle, caught you snitching now we hurt youįake scarface, coming out your mouth all loose Live by the gun, son, die by the gun, son Yo, parole violating fugitives on the run, son Category: English Lyrics Tags: Capone -n- Noreaga lyrics, Capone -n- Noreaga song lyrics, Parole Violaters lyrics, The War Report lyrics, The War Report song lyrics Leave a Comment
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