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Lyric Phonetime


[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}
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