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Tony Touch - Capicu lyrics
f/ Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga * send corrections to the typist Uh JuJu Nore Fat Joe Tony Touch Joe Crack 'the don' [Fat Joe] Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl got you sick when you heard the kid was rocking your girl make you nauseus, glide through your block in twin porshes of course is the ladies love joe cause he's gorgeous recognize the king, the livest team if I ever do time I prolly die in da bin turn the one year stress 'til like 30 to life Same day I came home I'll probabbly murder my wife look at them guys, they all look shook and surprise I dont know why I wrote the book on how to be live when the shit goes down, be the last man standing Can't beat them then join them, even though you can't stand them It's the nigga that you love to hate Ain't nothing change but the women and the living is great Nowadays they got a pen and a K I don't fly but keep a plane close by in case [JuJu] Yeah...Shit! You know how we do Capicu Sent a few to ICU The whole clique rock steady like Motley Crue and ya'll shit starting to look sloppy too Vamonos, them falling like dominos Them Zanganos, Toca cantalo I bang out with the classic rhyming flow to lock it down "TOMA", where you trying to go I'm dyin to grow word let me speak my mind cause see alot of your herbs thought I reached my prime but I came in the game with a unique design it's made up with only dope beats and rhymes Puerto Rock, it this mic on or wut so I can rep my peoples that's on the block cognac on the rocks,haters want to know when it's goin to stop till we on the top....What! beat stops Salsa beat starts {people speaking spanish Regular beat starts [Noreaga] Ayyo...it go Esta Loca, tony toca we been boning bitches in they mothafucking chocha this is the audience, I'm the lyricist sucks how this suckers in the crowd want to hear this ???,???? and none of them in they case I'm free as a bird and to fly out on stage I'm not here for no frontin just to say a little something this suckers don't like me cause I'm all about dumping Shotgun pumping, ripping you up I'm like Dru Hill now how I'm splitting you up See I'm the founder god plus i'm half latino See me in Miami eating fish wit my hijo I'm chilling wit my uncle my fault I mean tio Kidnap niggaz making them sniff a whole kilo So what now, I heard you niggas want buck now Caught you without a gun, you niggaz ain't tough now [Tony Touch] What's going on niggas? It's real Fifty milimeter people need to guard ju neal fuck you nigga how you feel you fags are like Ally McBeal snap you in half, what the fuck is the deal junkyard aint no lyin to me, if you lie than you dyin with me burning in hell, nigga frying with me and I dont want nobody cryin for me I want a thousand rounds in the air flying for me Cah, Cah, Cah, Cah,Cah so smell the gun powder living in a place you couldnt get the fuck outta The Horror, niggaz you know your whole life tryin to kill you cant even control your own wife, keep movin stayin in ground I ain't losing Life is the deadly decision I keep choosing Been like a battle out of hell For every nigga sitting up in a cell Keep it funky till we all outta jail |
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