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Kiam Akasi Holley (Queens, February 8, 1976) better known as Capone, is an American rapper of the hardcore hip hop duo Capone-N-Noreaga, who hails from the Queensbridge houses in Queens, New York. He is also of Haitian descent. more »

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Whatever happened to (yeah)
The boy that I once knew? (It's ya boy Capone)
The boy who said he'd be true (young slime from QB, let's go, shoot me)
Oh no, oh no (kill me, have me locked)
Oh no, no, no, no, no (uh, wet me)
Oh no, oh no (disrespect me)
Oh no, no, no, no, no (uh, yeah, check it, yeah)

I told the judge, "I ain't comin' back
Catch me if your cops could"
I got a chopper sittin' under my drop hood
You'll never catch me slippin'
I'll never get rocked by a chicken
I know you lame niggas know my position
I came from the same ghetto you live in
With no pot to piss in
So believe me, I'm no damn different
Listen, understand I'm a man with a vision (I got a vision, baby)
You could kill me and bury me after I'm done spittin'
Now who could do it like I do it?
Rap it just like I rap it?
Keep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket
How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?
I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me
Wet me, I'm coming back twice, I'm that nice
Rap life is for the takin', I'm shakin' this shit down
For a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now, who can move like I move?
Who could go where I go?
Who could take one and turn it to four?
For really though
I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain
Now I'm tryna see glory in the game

Bitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of a crossfire
With no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire
They say I'm too thorough for my damn self, brain on gun power (too thorough, baby, crazy)
Hittin' fake niggas with flour
Devour every nigga with power, hit 'em lead showers
Homie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me (nope)
Talk greazy, but walk easy, you damn lucky
It gets ugly, gun smoke leavin' the sky above me
Now, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots?
Take a neighborhood to war with a .4 and a red dot
I'm not with the Westons, I'm hot with the Smith and
Listen, you play with death headin' in my direction
Question, how could you not love me?
How could you not trust me?
You just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting
To get me out the game, y'all cowards got to buck me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now, who can move like I move?
Who could go where I go?
Who could take one and turn it to four?
For really though
I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain
Now I'm tryna see glory in the game

Oh no, oh no
Oh no, no, no, no, no (this my year, baby)
(New York City, the rebels)
Oh no, oh no
(America, spent five years, man)
Oh no, no, no, no, no
Oh no, oh no (it's my turn)
Oh no, no, no, no, no (three in the penitentiary)
Oh no, oh no (can never stop)
(I can't stop, nigga)
Oh no, no, no, no, no

Now who could do it like I do it?
Rap it just like I rap it?
Keep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket
How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?
I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me

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