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Capone-N-Noreaga

Capone-N-Noreaga were an American hip hop duo that consisted of Capone and Noreaga. more »

Year:

2004

5:13

120 Views

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Banned from TV 
N.O.R.E 
Moving 
Shut the f*ck up 

Ay Yo Ay yo Regardless of rain or snow sleet or hail 
I kick street tales choking niggas like I'm sprewell 
Golden state holding your fate in the palm of my hand 
Blow you away like its part of the plan 
I gotta call it like I see it talk it like I be it 
Walkin my walk thugged out orthopedic 
Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up 
Niggas try to stick me like abdul lerima, follow the leader 
Make me go extra hard, yo nore should I hold back or show the repirtore 
Quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers 
I show them why its so hard to reach us 
I get pussy with my fathers features 
Puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70 
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be 
Packed in like green bay 
Harlem week to queens day 
Performing acapella, no dj 
98 live, no replays 
Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend 
That its them again, nature noreaga, wild gremlins 

Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks 
Pour on the fort knox lazura 
Shark salad with cabbage 
Pork chops and applesauce 
Twin connection, disrespect watch your body cave in 
Pump the shotty guagin, hit the shorty while he potty training 
I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst 
Simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed 
Uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead 
I'ma a bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said 
Ay yo I hold niggas ransom for money 
Like Johnny handsome 
Been sonning niggas for so long 
I think I got a grandson 
My passion is money, a stash and a honey 
That won't ask questions but will blast anybody 
That's my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in 
Not a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon 
Just a little ghetto 
Where my niggas control the middle 
We know the riddles of life where others know only a little 

Yo, yo been in rich places, sick places 
Seen my story on six thousand six hundred and sixty six pages 
Wages, I wrote six aces 
And at the same dice games, I caught six cases 
All over big faces, now it's tipped laces 
Ready to dig faces, but the bang it ain't 
Bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages 
Cats like to rip places 
Bloody lip tastes, but the Cam is in big races? 
But I stay in import the pig places 
But the world know the girl though 
I f*ck her off a furlough 
She'll be up, hook me up 
All your sales could be luck 
Only question for these ducks is 
Baby girl can we f*ck 
You the type that need a wife 
Thought L-o-x told y'all the key to life 
Asshole, yo I don't play around 
I lay it down 
F*ck around, I spray around 
Flick a biscuit, nigga risk it 
My ass, you can kick or kiss it 

Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this 
(bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips 
Like 2 thirds of a brick (penaro and kiss) 
And kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the back of a whip 
See the plan is to stash all, and cash y'all 
The weed so strong, they gotta put it glass jars 
Niggas try to smoke me out, mope me out 
'cause the rims on my new joint be poking out 
I'm about to have no feelings 
Shit is deep, do they dance with the devil when they sleep 
I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit 
Shit that they kick in ya ear 
When your soul be drifting in air 
My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears 
That shit'll drop down my eye, I'm too tired to cry 
And I ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die 
They say you get what you ask for, so get it 'cause you asked for it 
If a nigga ain't a thief, then he better have the cash for it 
And we gonna be around til ya body rott 
And if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got 

What!what! what! what! 

Yo,yo! ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain 
The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain 
Ay yo lets get loose, Hennesey straight, with tomato juice 
Queens stallion, my guns, fully Italian 
Now y'all niggas recognize medallions 
I play the best hood, o-t with Tim Westwood 
Used to be on section 8, now my section is good 
Thugged out niggas, we eat as much as we could 
And I don't give a f*ck what! yo I save my shit 
And I don't give a f*ck what! you can save your shit 
Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick 
Listen to Bob Marley, you funny niggas like Steve Harvey 
Frontin' live with a weak army 
I play the nice guy too, I'll smoke with you 
But the realness, I ain't got no love for you 
That's why I never do a song with you 
Not even if your babies mom fucked the crew 
And promised to give us head and swallow too 
I still say no, no is no, no can doe 
Ya niggas drinking henneray, drinking my flow 
Yo, thug shit thug shit what what 
What the f*ck is the deal 
Thugged out entertainment 
Untertainment 
L-o-x 
Terror squad 
This shit is fucking official

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