[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}
