Lyrics:
Fuck it, H-A-T-E- M-E do that
Your whispers don't reach me, I'm somewhere getting blew back
I'm probably in a blue lac, or maybe in a red jag,
bite your tongue
Save it for a rainy day son
And sometime
We'll piece a sequel
To teach by teethful deeds
That deceive people
With nothing but greed
Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating on your microphone
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
You can't run away
Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating on your microphone
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
You can't run away
Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating on your microphone
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
You can't run away
Sentence should now-now be pronounced
I'll ask that you stand for sentence, please
Mr. *** it is the sentence of the court
That your custody be
Lewinsky
I'll be right here in the thick, they can diss me
But they'll get flung like a frisbee
If what you chattin' is wet
Miss me, bitch, please
Erich
live
Call me Mr. Stephon'
I gotta plush seat from Ingo P
Just know I rep my city through Miami's E
Yea, I'm Miami's Baby...
Brisco to Opa-locka,
mo so be
E mi n mo so be
Omo Akin
Yo let's go
And I'm all up in your face like pimples
Pretty boy no dimples
If you get issue
Go get a tissue
Give
STILL MISSIN YOU (BABY)
STILL MISSIN YOU
(THATS RIGHT GURL
ITS MR CAPONE E
STILL MISSIN YOU GIRL
ALL DAY COME ON)
(VERSE 1)
REMEMBER 14 BACK IN
Fix your motherfuckin face nigga!
Look at these fuckin chimpanzees
Bunch of fuckin monkeys
(Mr. Porter!)
[Chorus]
I been shot, I been
Olya enia-kwanza kandhi enia kubulya....
Athi ngakwo'ngere, ngakwo'ngere e'love baby baby
I will be your soldier (around)
I will be your Daddy
a soldier on a mission, suptitude
But you'll never do
That's ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I leave this b****, I'm dyin'
on myself than lonely fathers
Watching Mrs. Parker, these days nobody know who authored
Rhymes of rappers on carpets
Nobody know who real or not
Nobody
you makin me vexed
Hit up gekko, this ain't got gold correct
I'll fucking bounty hunt your body like I'm Boba Fett
Cause you a toy not a soldier yet
you know your
Hood's in trouble
Cause it be that free wheelin
Drug dealin soldier
I want the money and doujah
Fuck exposure
Close your mouth open your
Dedicated(repeated)
This goes out to all my peoples in the city
Making ends meat, getting by
Thinking 'bout the hustle, everybody struggles for
either me or you going to die
i guess that will be your last dance
Chorus (Master P)
your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last
Dream chaser, be a your own boss Get paper, be your own boss
Got flavor, be your own boss Be your own boss , be your own boss
I'm Al Capone with
(Listen to you, by
What right?) my divine right if you must
I am your king
(No you're not you told me so yourself
You told me you didn't want it
Why should
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
shocked
We got legends by the dozen so just take your time
Bout to get groupies by the millions who be super fine
Check this brand new flow that ages like
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