- Cappadonna Blood Brothers 歌詞
- Cappadonna
- (feat. Lounge Mode)
(Chorus X4: Cappadonna (Lounge Mode))
Blood Brothers (SUUUUUUU!!!!!)
(Cappadonna)
All yall hatin ass MCs Run 4 Cover
Long live Cappadon thats word to mother
Im a Staten Island slike ***** straight from the gutters
And every time you see me, I always got the butters
And the fat chick on the low, ready to flow
I carry guns, cracks, ounces of blow
Travel across the globe, show after show
We ****in hos all night, thats the goal
And theres a bunch of yall ****** thats feelin the O.
But do I give a **** about yall? I dont think so
I clap one of yall ****** and leave you flat
And the rest of yall ***** ass ******ll fall back
Its the C-to the A-P in ya mouth
Cold stab yall ******, what the **** yall talkin about?
(Chorus X4)
(Interlude: Cappadonna)
Homicide Hills, Staten Island
Thats what it is
(Lounge Mode)
Aiyo Cap what you speak about? ****** still frontin
like we aint got **** to make a cat start runnin
What? We blood for life, we thug for life
Yall remember in the crib when we bugged at night?
Mama Love always screamed on us
And sometimes, not all the time, Daddy dropped CREAM on us
************ s wan get it gully back to back
Take it back to eighty-six when we wrapped up crack
And we ride together, rhyme together
Eat together, talk **** and sleep together
In the Hood we pack eat together
Whatyou think? Yall ****** keep frontin Ima bleed ya leather
L-O be blunt, speak twice, speak it up
How you feel about fam dogs sneakin up?
(Chorus X4)
(Cappadonna)
Whats wrong with yall? Ima sing a song for yall
Pop off til I get along with yall
Ima stay strong with yall
Knucklehead ******, Shaolin volume two
Stuck the stacked knives, bigger than pistol
Pop the pistol at the police thats disturbin the peace
Hard times on the block, guns and hair grease
Im just tryin to eat, *** **, and stack cheddar
I dont think Im better, Im just a true blue *****
But the hood is redder
Kid the way I do things is my only vendetta
Original Don Don, and jelly green Nikes on kid the green leather
I aint sweatin **** for bringin fam dogs together
And my big **** go right in ya heffer
(Chorus X4)
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