(Feat. Big Kap, CNN (Capone + Noreaga))
Aight you know how we do we come to the club
Naw mean?
Straight to the door, no linie, straight to the dinoor
Naw mean not payin for ninothing naw mean?
Y'know how we do my man put it on every tininime
Naw mean?
Funk Flex, Big Kap, N.O.R.E. naw mean?
My nigga putititon naw mean?
... you know how we do
This one's for the clititiub y'naw mean
Tearin it itiitout
Every time straight to the dinoor, straight to the dinoor
Big motherfuckin Kap
Funkmaster Flex
Def Jam
C -N- N
Yo, yo, yo
[Noreaga]
Yo bootleg has got me, and they had my shit
Two months before the album, I'm mad as shit
I told my label suck my dick, and fuck a flick
And Mr. Childs eatin and drinkin until I shit
I smoke cigarettes, and my breath smell like weed
I got my little brother head? and party is speed?
Drink my biz, have my niggas clip your ears
C -N- N We'll probably sell like, Britney Spears
Yo courageous, none of this's can take this
N.O.R. I'm like the rap married Davis
If you like me, dude yo you dig my shit
You don't like me? fuck you and suck my dick
I like my hoes just like summer, no class
And niggas workin so hard and gettin no ass
And C -N- N we stand for niggas that stand the war
Like Luce and Maze they keep the glock on stage
See us rollin and a hoop in the range
Yo the hoop's got mad guns, and the range got cocaine
Damn right bury every nigga that write
That I can get wit all up and sell no more white
Yo let me stop frontin I bought a crib and two whips
Layin on the beach with some bitches and chewsticks
Top videos for more than a mil
I probably shot a video that cost more than your deal
[CHORUS x4: Capone and Noreaga]
Them niggas they wanna pop, them bitches they wanna pop
Them niggas who got the glock (who got the drop), (we wanna rot)
Thunn
[Capone]
Yo
Yo now on top, I walk with a bop, came home inherit the block
Same dude who bumped Paniro the cop
I'm livin life like a dealer
Fuck it, cop the bucket ten and out
Clips sprayin when we spinnin out
Street clap you, my records speak for my livin
Deeper than guns, iller than prison, time to pain givin
So I earnt mine and spit for Flex
Call a pitbull its clip to tech
Disrespect? My niggas come M-U style
I been thuggin since a child with a cap gun blowin the trial
For possession this shit y'all compressed in a vial
Shuttin clubs down for the cake and wild
80 percent thugs 20 bitches make my crowd
Real from far like Picasso, check my features
Always a thug, fly nigga, check my sneakers
Me and thunn tight Butthead and Beavis
Nothin come between us
Burst your penis, I squeeze firm, how on earth?
Niggas boogie when the d's turn, throwin they work
In the bushes, everyday in the hood
I'm air like, naw nigga he's in the wood
Franchise what! Thugged out shit
[CHORUS]
[Conversation with Big Kap and others / Kap checking message]