Lyrics:
the hood
When I chills with them, we be up to no good
Hittin skins, makin ends
Loungin with my friends in my fat BM
Whether Uptown in the Boogie Down
a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park
And after the games over, we gon' be out after dark
Strike one, caught you by surprise
In the field I saw a god damn scarecrow
I ain't playing no games tell my ass were to go
He said hold up muthafucka, it ain't about all that
I ain't
[Ruk:]
Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queensbridge niggas...crud love baby..
[Verse 1: Ruk]
Aiyo, I zone out
feelin' like I'm in Capone's house
starin'
(Where they at? Let's get 'em!)
With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face
In the place for anybody not payin-on-time
Rather be up in a six
refrain fades away --
Like fools we are caught in the game
Caught in the game,
Caught in the game again --
Caught in the game,
Caught in the game
might just touch the sky
Feeling like a j I gotta get so high
And you can be in love still don't mean that you gone ride
I'm just tryna run it up with my
(Waiting on 5.0 with this nigga Tymecheck)
Back it up, turn around, keep it moving, shut down
It's Manslaughter, caught up in the game, look at you know
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
one and out, that's one song down
That's heatrock, let's go, I'ma step out
J.R. lace 'em up, I'ma come back in a minute, ya'll get busy
Alright we got
but I've seen a lot of niggas die
Richmond, California the town of the homicide
got me caught up in a shuffle
sellin crack to my people,
I'd re-up twice in a day and
Get if off by the night
Locked in with my vatos
Plugged up with the white
I learned how to split it down the middle
How
what I'm saying
No matter what you just been through
So you want to be a rap superstar
And live large a big house
5 cars, you're in charge
Comin up in
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
bottle steady sealed
Sittin in my vault, cases got caught
Had to come down gotta partna named Walt
Thats that boy Walter, I done had a daughter
Rocked up
to single, illegal life stick you, I hope the world bought it
Yeah no doubt
Capone-N-Noreaga
*chorus*
Yo niggaz broad daylight, woke up, early in mornin
inna di intersection
Caught dem by surprise they never know mi have extension
So tell dem
Say you wanna take my life (come on)
Say you wanna hurt
Mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him
over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down
at the train po' in Santo Domingo, left him for dead
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Franklin got caught cursin' his set up
I thought God was gon' pull up on him and pull his tongue out (amen)
"I'll put my foot in your ass, bitch ass nigga"
like J dilla/
Sound is so sweet but they bitta/
Just Wait for the day Im greatest in the state/
straight dumb if I stay go get killed by the hate/
Way
sentence on my head but man
The chances that you take up in this yankee ass game
But fuck it just let me ride like a (??)
Although I know one day I'll die
I
like I'm Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin' up
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
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