Lyrics:
Get jammed by the police im not saying no names
Me don't speak no English shots at you lames
Never tuck in my tail swear ill never tell
I done bodied
the driveway (yeah)
Three and a half whole ones gone by Friday (gone)
Now we ridin' back, smokin', listen to Sade (haha)
The dope's up in Maryland, the coke
good taste cop the grams by the dozen
Now we getting baked feel the city lights buzzin
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck
dollar don't snitch, that's why
Broke niggas who got heart God, sign 'em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin, Don up in the line up
J-J-J-John Blaze
by myself, see
Ladies in stones, Baby Capones, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full
by myself, see
Ladies in stones, Baby Capones, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full
that's that lean
Wake up to reality
Pull up in a black AMG like I'm Batman
Drive by, caught that shit, on my dash cam
Going too fast, I'm like the crash
Yeah
Yeah
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Yeah
The ups, the downs, the highs, the lows
The love, the hate, the love, the hate, the pain (pain)
You
arms open wide
In the zone, caught off and I'm floatin' by
In the zone, in this life, arms open wide
In the zone, let's go up
Baby, yeah we can go
Beaucoup d'idées noires qui s'baladent sans press sous le beanie
Scène de crime et d'sex, le game j'baise sous mon beanie
Donc quand j'encule ces rappeurs
touched, crushed, your times up
Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew's weak
When the smoke clears, I'll be there, standin on my two feet
With the mic in one hand,
touched, crushed, your times up
Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew's weak
When the smoke clears, I'll be there, standin on my two feet
With the mic in one hand,
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,
condone the way I live my life
Like a young Al Capone, leave me alone
Play with my piece, I'll leave you deceased
I touch down in your city
The crime rate
up in the moment
I was feeling insane
Put in the offense, I'm running the motion
In Summertime, pop out the parade
I was caught up with the gang
to blame
When you get stuck for gold chains
Shootin close range, half of these niggas died in the game
It's a city game, blastin at cops by all means
always hangs up the phone
No one likes hearing the truth, unless they figure it out all on their own
Like Crosby's last words, that night in Monterey,
slow and get your arm caught in that bar
My mind tricks is that I'm Jedi by birth
Christmas Eve is when my mama blessed earth
What's the universal tone
[Cap.One]
Yo, now eva since I got a record deal
Niggaz and bitches been in my crib
Tryin to kick it wit a nigga jho
But I been peepin da game
doubt
Capone-N-Noreaga
Yo it was broad daylight, woke up, early in mornin
Didn't even brush my teeth, I grab heat
Bust the fonta leaf, then roll up
I'm strange in a lost mess
I caught a lot of shit by being different, they tried to hinder Tech
By calling him devil worshipper, surfaced up
know that a young nigga rap
But a pussy nigga better not provoke me (nah)
Came in the game with the formula, sold it
Now I gotta switch it up on you
ran up a hundred thousand
Up in a mansion, used to stay in public housing
Yeah, bro said he gon' pull up, some shit I'm doubting, yeah
All this drip
the young Capone, he grew up in a drug home
Stranded on the Ave with a blunt and his gun shown
If a miracle, could save us from
The travesty, that we've
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