Capone-N-Noreaga Album

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(feat. Busta Rhymes, Ron Browz)

[Intro: Ron Browz (N.OR.E.)]
ETHER BOY! (Oh Yeah!) OH OH! (NORE!)
(Ron Browz!) NOOOOORRREEEEEEEEE! OH OH!
BUSTA BUS! (YESSIR!) OH OH!
GET THAT MONEY!

[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
OHHHHHH!
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Cause the superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back, is back

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
N-O-R I'm back I ain't go far (WHAT!)
They want me to fall off that's bizarre (WHAT!)
They movin with no crib and no car
BAM! BAM! Homes I go so hard
And hit you with lines of how your O.R.
Good with seein in the field, good with the solo
Half spanish nigga cook a brick with Adobo
Smoke weed holdin my dick is my logo
Catch me Uptown with the collar shirt Polo
But since they got rappers now doin no promo
Catch me in L.A. doin six with a cholo (WHAT!)
I get that Arab Money like Busta Bus
I throw the condom on then I just rush to bust
OH! OH! Then I Pop Champagne
And I mix it with the Goose it go straight to my brain, gosh

[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
OHHHHHH!
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Cause the superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back, is back
(Yo, yo, yo I give you a pound and my tigger finger stick out!)

[Verse 2: N.OR.E.]
Index that, I drink a Becks black
I, am, superthug y'all know it (Know it)
I, am, young spic black poet
Yeah, let it rain you need windshield wipers
I make hits to be the shits like diapers
You need this oh yeah oh yeah!
I bring my hood with me oh yeah oh yeah!
Back on my bullshit nine, uzi and full clip (WHAT!)
I feel insulted we been revolted
I put the bogie out, still put the bogie out
Right up in your face with a slice like Shinobi out

[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
OHHHHHH!
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Cause the superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back, is back

[Verse 3: Capone]
They wanna know what's up with 'Pone I'm ok
I'm back with Jose for that free Tony
You got a check then gimme that
I draw nine's and ten's just like pitty pat
Ends is the minimum
I treat O's like brand new tires rotate and spinnin 'em
This year the game's in a brand new perspective
We win, while we take a L like Lexus
Go ahead girl and shoe 'em how you move (How you move)
Tell your girl hold your bag and your shoes
Put it on 'em so a nigga can't move
Now stop, rotate to the next dude, yeah
Hi haters I'm on my hiatus
CNN still bangin you try to violate us
You can tell by the talk
I represent New York, don't get outlined and chalked

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Yo! I said hello hi hi hello hello hi hello (Hello)
I'm ready to black, spazz and smash shit with N-O (N-O)
I'm about to fuck the buildin up gimme uno momento
And the game need a nigga you saee me I'm suicentral
While the women love the kid in the hood respectin my tactics
Obvious we ain't the same cause I come from a different fabric
My cup a overflow with the swag sorry ya lack it
A he he, I ain't meanin to brag but I could back it
When I spazz niggas say Bus ya gone too far
This flat bed, my Phantom and watch me drive new car
When the people they see me they say God you are
Back in the buildin with NORE WHO THE FUCK WANNA WAR? !
And I was jumpin out of the window with this
You know who run shit nigga FLIPMODE BITCH!
LOOK! Baby girl this might be your last chance
Shake your ass and do that Arab Money dance

[Chorus: Ron Browz (N.O.R.E.)]
OHHHHHH!
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
My nigga find a girl to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Shorty find a dude to rotate (WHAT WHAT!)
Cause the superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back (WHAT WHAT!)
The superthug is back, is back

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[Capone (Noreaga):]
Primo! (Premier!)
CNN (CNN, Channel 10 hah)
You thought we wasn't gonna do it again nigga?
(We gotta do it again, y'heard?)
It's history in the making baby
(Once again, historia)
Back to the motherfucking game!

[Noreaga:]
Aiyyo it started from "The War Report", talked about the war we fought
Slime got locked and came home to "The Reunion"
Eight years later, new religion of communion
Channel 10, and once again keep your TVs on
YouTube distributed, iPhone equipped with it
MySpace can get with it, beef gone, did your bid
I mean digital, lifetime criminal
I feel invincible, I feel invisible
Cause you niggas can't see where I come from
The diddy-dum, the gun where you run from
N.O.R. basically with 'Pone make greatfully
Music, I think you dudes should be thanking me
The hole in the gap man, we done filled
And it's only been a drought cause Primo chilled
But stick up kids still out to tax
And them damn gas prices need to fucking relax

[Chorus: DJ Premier scratches]
"CNN", "CNN"
"CNN, we're like the Grand Royal"
"CNN", "CNN"
"The Reunion, a brand new cut"
"CNN", "CNN"
"We're like the Grand Royal"
"On the microphone, word up"

[Capone:]
Yeah, yo, see money is power, power put the fear in a nigga heart
A high school dropout but I'm mainly trigger smart
Einstein of the corner, I learned to cold trade
Low fade, half-moon park to get mo' paid
Take a walk with me, all white Air One Nikes on
Through the land of gun slingers and pipe dons
I'm parallel to hell with ice on, stones is canary
A thousand pennyweights of the Virgin Mary
I draw that big burner, might cause a solar eclipse
A true thug's prophecy, money over a bitch
Get consignment on a ki', that's hitting that hood lotto
Do right by your niggas, bet nothing but good follow
Tip your glass up, salute and have a toast to your enemies
Every nigga locked in the pen is a kin to me
Crowding at 9-5, I don't need no problem with troopers
Cause they even do you dirty with money like Frank Lucas

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[Noreaga:]
The recession got niggas wilding out on the max
And the mediums in regular jails is cold facts
And niggas back home ain't doing good either
They foreclosed on homes, no home grown neither
Now everybody hurting, walk around with the zombie face
Hit the marines or hit the army place

[Capone:]
Aiyyo I bang Rugers, used to have a fetish for revolvers
Till I squeezed off the MAC-10, it made me heartless
Gang bangers love me, throw it up like they nauseous
Bitches say I'm gorgeous, now they say I'm lawless
I'm a true heat holder, gun toter, keep coca
And turn them feet skinny like Al Roker, yeah

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(feat. Tragedy Khadafi)

Intro:
(I'm feelin' this here) Yeah son feel it man word up son. You gotta just do
it yo. (C.N.N.) Yo word up it's a different channel son word up on watch
the channel son different plain now man. (It's all good) Word up baby all
good in every hood. (Queensbridge) Word up you hood nawsayin'? (Iraq) Left
rack and all adat yo my hood word up gotta rep together son word up for
life son. (check) Word up son let them know though son I feel you man let
'em know son.

Capone:
It takes nothin' but a hot slug to fill a villian
Crook I'm about to make a killin'
So weed to escalate the feelin'
I regulate the dealin' jealous niggas hate the feelin'
I stack my safe appealin' jake on my trace I'm peelin'
And what a Mecca had whole fuckin' nation kneelin'
Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin' fuck
My drug passion got a nigga stashin' fast what
One love to hill billys run forever out to Chile'
Playin' the cuts nigga what can't stop the willy
Cops harassin' niggas blastin' while the day' passin'
Time for action cock the mac what a satisfaction
Shoot laughin' slug caught up in the chest gaspin'
Nigga blanked out chopped before he start rappin'


Hook:
Khadafi:
Microchips in the celly the game don't stop (don't stop)
Tappin' in your bank funds with the labtop (labtop)
Wanna own a block before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab natiz puttin' hits on the cops (x2)

Noreaga talking:
Word up son fucked up son word up Trag. I know you know us both man but it
took the penile for us to click youknowhatI'msayin'? (yeah y'all met up
north) KnowhatI'msayin' we had to meet up north (know what's real about all
this though that...) What real about it? (we were young we strive we trying
to eat knowhatI'msayin'?) God degree (we got a lot of fake niggas out man)
7-3 and 12 jewels. Niggas ain't bustin' that heat man. Niggas just frontin'
yo they ain't bustin' they heat they know who they is. (I'm tellin' my...)
Know who they is. (yo word is born)

Noreaga:
C.N.N. network channel 10 it's on again
Street niggas that' grown men
Bold face gat in your face stay in your place
Yo crime lace catch more beef then Scarface (x2)
Court case illegal minds too late
Back in '92 (you remember Juice son?)
I buc tose and got live General Emanuel
Cell block cold crop
Go bagged up yeah by cream cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world cold dissed me
? poppie locked for posse call up Khadafi
Collect all from Arab natzi the fowl motney
You were lat in jail gte what what what what
Them new jacks they comin' through
Scared to death of the jail stories that's true
You cold weak live life on the street
While locked up homoed with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete and your cell shook to sleep
I wild out no doubt till the day I'm out
Me personally what I did three kid you weak
Your station and P.A.C.

Outro:
Son fuck this jail shit so tell 'em about the streets son (echo)

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[Verse 1:]
Slime they tried to stick you, we stuck them so fuck them
We robbed them then fucked them, fucked it up fuck shit
Fuck they assumption

Them niggas nearly caught me slippin'
But my murder intuition told me start spittin'

Niggas like Lester Freeman, But ain't No HBO thang
No thang for the weekang

Slime my phone breakin up, meet me at the Marriot,
With heaters near shorty in the blue caddy drop

Yea, I'm on that metro chip joint
Just left the strip joint

Don't forget to bring the big joint,
Yo I got a puerto-rican ho that'll set 'em up, you wet em up
I know where they hang on the regular

Been hit up diamonds only spanish chick in the club knew me
From Cheetah's when I busted in her hair we got groovy (hey)
She said her name diamond but I treat her like a ruby

Slime it's time to make a movie!

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Yo It's a stick up Yo!
It's a Stick Up Low!
You Motherfuckers just know how a stick up go!
(Put ya hands up nigga! It's a stick up nigga!)
(it's time to stick them niggas, time to sick these niggas)
(Don't turn around nigga!)
(it's time to stick them niggas, time to sick these niggas)
(Put Everything on the floor.)
(Everthing!)

[Verse 2:]
Yea, Do it considerably
Dope, weed, cocaine still comes from Cicaly

No games officially, put in that work and breeze
We smokin' the weed, Slime who gon' move the keys?

Mike Booth Gibrazzi, still like my right hand,
Hand swollen from cuttin coke from his right hand

That's the right plan, keep a close knit circle
About to roll up, light me some of this purple

Yea, I caught the niggas creep cause they real sneaky fucks
Be in Milwauke, but we'll get 'em for they bucks.

Soon as they hop out the car, I'll be laid in the cut
Tryin' to get 'em If they
Front, I'll just spray em up

Soon as they get out the car, the culture culture on 'em
The 4-4 long feelin' like a vulture on 'em

Nobody move, nobody gets shot
Oh, you the stupid nigga down to die for your watch?

Na he a stupid nigga that won't ride for his block
He the stupid nigga that'll ride with a cop

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Yo It's a stick up Yo
It's a Stick Up Low
You Motherfuckers just know how a stick up go
(Put ya hands up nigga,
It's a stick up nigga!)
(it's time to stick them niggas, yo)
(Don't turn around nigga!
Put everything on the floor!
Everything!)
(it's time to stick them niggas, time to sick these niggas)

[Verse 3:]
Yea caught him for the forty bricks and the forty thou
I had the 40 cal then I drank a 40 wowww!

We was drunk reminicin on the stick
Polishin' them burners bout' to catch another lick

Ay ayo what up Slime (What up? What up? what's goin' on man?)
Yea I heard these niggas they got money on us, man (What? niggas crazy)
On our head (what? !)

25 stacks I tell 'em get they money back
They know how we move every day with the strap

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Yo It's a stick up Yo
It's a Stick Up Low
You Motherfuckers just know how a stick up go
Put ya hands up nigga
Stick up nigga!
(it's time to stick them niggas, time to sick these niggas)

[Outro:]
Yo slime! Yea Yo slime!
What up what up?
Yo hold on right
Uh-huh
Cause I think I hear somebody coming right now, hold on I think I hear somebody comin
You at the rib?
Stay on the phone don't fuckin' hang up man Don't hang up
I'm comin' right now!
This stupid bitch actin' stupid man (who? which one?) stay on the fuckin phone, hold on
C'mon!

Yo what the fuck!? !
What?
Yo Yo
Yo Yo Yo
[gunshots]
I'm on my way
Yo slime, slime!
Yo!
Yoooo!

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