- Capone-N-Noreaga With Me 歌詞
- Capone-N-Noreaga
- ******, yall be with me to the end
Real ****** that convince me, we true friends
From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans
For you I let my clips empty, you understand? [Noreaga:]
Half gal of
Henny liquor **** up my liver
I could do without it,
I smoke sour
And yeah Im
God body,
Im in tune with the objects
Dead pictures under the benches in all projects
And I dont care what the mayor say
Its a recession, they putting bricks on layaway
And sometimes
I wan stay away
And change my jumpshot back to a fadeaway
But everything okay today
Tomorrow aint promised though, and you should know its not
Hit the church, hit the mosque, go pray and meet
Salam I aint tryna kick knowledge and get all religious
Spit razors out my mouth, give your face stitches
Coupes with the deep dishes, leather seat posture
No love for the coppers, no love for the rockers
Im authentic, organic,
I recognise imposters [Chorus 1 x2: Nas] [Nas:]
Yo, if my ****** got drama ,
Ill murder for them
I get caught,
I say 'Your Honor, I murdered that man'
God forbid, my ****** die, then
Ill murder for them
For every one of mine you take
Im killing ten of your men
My ****** struggling, share the same pain as me
Stay thugging cause they share the same pain as me
On the corner slinging ****, serving fiends like me
Watching for police, dodging the same thing as me
If my ****** get caught,they know
Ill be there
Look behind your shoulder in trial,
Ill be there
Help you post bail when you sentenced,
Ill be there
Ill hold fort till you come back,
I solemnly swear
**** models when you come out, pop bottles when you come out
At the gate pick you up, you drive the
Hum out License plate, registration, suitcases full of big faces
If I aint got it, then we bout to take it [Chorus 2 x2: Nas]
All my ****** rolling with me to the end
Real ** **** that convince me, we true friends
From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans
For you I let my clips empty, you understand? [Capone:]
True friends **** *,
CNN, Gods
Son Fo-fo silencers, we duct tape a witness up
Everybody dying just to beat a murder trial
Favor for a favor, thats how
Im on it
You wet mine,
I wet yours, no money exchanged, thats consignment on it
I send a wreath to foes with condolences
Emotionless when
Im squeezing, easy to focus kid
A loyal ***** like
Kane and Purnell
My gangsta is too heavy, try to weigh it on a scale
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
For my * *****, aint no telling who
Ill give it to
We the same blood type?
Ill give my liver too
Revenge is a promise, that **** is biblical
I got five, you got two and a half though
We split everything down the middle like ash yo
You dont **** with none of my ****** then dont speak to me
Frequently
I like to 'Buckshots' like
Evil Dee [Chorus 2 x2: Nas]
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