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