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Capone-N-Noreaga - Queens lyrics
(Noreaga talking) Outlaw, Outlaw Uhh-uhh. Yo give me some of that haze man. That purple haze. I don't wanna smoke that fucking haze wit this wood no more. Hydro. Shit got my hydro tasting like smydro. I'ma smoke a straight haze right now.(straight haze) Pone roll up there. ya heard me? Yo Slaam roll up there ya heard me? Ok Slaam. It's like this yo... (Noreaga) Yo, yo Blood money is the anthem, its never a myth I smoke weed and I get drunk, and ride with gifts If I don't roll, then my nigga Baby he just twist He rolls Phillies and he busts the big the four-fifth See shit change because I normally came On the R train now me and 5 in the Range We used to twist Phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns Them Queens niggaz then we landed in the millions Iraq and the Bridge, the only difference is the buildings The same crime rates and the same damn killings A slice of pizza, and quarter water my juice but now I'm Carhart and bullet proof is under my goose and go to hell to that nigga that snitched on deuce the curly-haired fro, I cut my hair but my beard grow Yo where my beers go?Send them right here yo Yo party's over tell the rest of the crew Stash the drugs, the guns go to section two See me, all my life yo I had to sell drugs While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs (Chorus: Complexions) Through the test of time, I strive to get my shine Upon them lives, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine I look out for you, and you look out for me And we hold it down, you just wait and see Platinum chains and Carti' frames and jewels Now these broke niggaz start to act a fool Don't you know Thugged Out straight eat ya food We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do Cause I'll be there with my thugs I'll be right here waiting on you (Capone) For my niggaz who bust pies the customized fives to the vals, to the railroaded trails I cuss cops enough shots and any generation I spit dead a plot in the making I ride for every thug in the basement my soul is cuffed to the corner, every gate, every car table every welcome to the hood sign batting good times Its on over the projects a dark cloud one sided till death bitches burning in gossip Its my turn to deposit the real, the logic, no college just dollars and criminal knowledge me and my codies, pass ?rodies? I flash mo' wheat, than cash Cody Keep the mac on me When U stack niggaz act phony shit in the ghetto, I spread love and shed blood never swear to a dead thug my name should be brough up in fame never said in vain Spread like a letter chain In criminal slang. (Chorus) We done had some time I strive to get my shine On the block, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine I look out for you, and you look out for me. And we hold it down, you just wait and see Platinum chains and ?cardy? frames and jewells Now these broke niggaz start act a fool Don't you know thugged out, straight eat ya food We keep guns on our sides You know how dunn thugs do Cuz I'll be there with my thugs I'll be right here waiting on you. (Beat fading away) |
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