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Capone-N-Noreaga - Phonetime lyrics
[Noreaga], {Capone} Son I zone, my gun is never on safety I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key {Me, I'm just chillin Pop, serving my time Got my greens on, these faggots ain't deservin a shine} And yeah, while I'm home you like livin abroad I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board {When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored} Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin bread Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head {You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with chrome {The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac A few jump offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack} I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah} {My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens} And dat's my dun too, so I'ma find out now And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl {On the other side of things, I'm tryin to get released around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast} Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake Don't lose your C.R., son you'll get your open date {Dun, I'ma see ya regardless, cause I got two violent felony charges} And you know your appeal is progress {You're my dog, dun} And we gon keep this tight I keep your commisary phat, I'ma keep you right {I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks Good lookin for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks} And you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do real things I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah} I used to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa And guess what? I made you executive producer Some extra G's, so when you come home you breathe {They won't believe to see me come home to a V Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon fuck when I leave} Yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild Capone home, niggas still diggin our style {Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined? I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine} Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to Post And got some hydro-weed and we had our toast {Son there's only one minute left Son there's only one minute left, son I'm ghost} I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah} I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah} |
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