CANTANTE: Capone N Noreaga

TITULO:Phonetime

[noreaga], {capone}
son i zone, my gun is never on safety
i copped the new jordan's, the white ones wit skate key
{me, i'm just chillin pop, serving my time
got my greens on, these faggots ain't deservin a shine}
and yeah, while i'm home you like livin abroad
i heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board
{when twenty-four, they did the same to norman and lord
heard you cop the silver gs, my nigga you scored}
yea, it's nuthin, cause i'm gettin bread
crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head
{you's a funny nigga, i just saw kai in the yard
he said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the god
tell kai i said what up, and his sister is grown
i copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with chrome
{the day i come home, i need a mink and a brand new mac
a few jump offs, some dom's, some beer, and the crack}
I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
{i'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}
i'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
{i'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}
i'm in queens coliseum, just coppin new kicks
{i hit the law library, hope to come home soon}
i just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in june
{yeah, yeah, yeah}
{my little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the kings
you know jarome brotha, my dun i used to creep wit in queens}
and dat's my dun too, so i'ma find out now
and have my dogs on the island, just get on the prawl
{on the other side of things, i'm tryin to get released
around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast}
fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake
don't lose your c.r., son you'll get your open date
{dun, i'ma see ya regardless,
cause i got two violent felony charges}
and you know your appeal is progress
{you're my dog, dun}
and we gon keep this tight
i keep your commisary phat, i'ma keep you right
{i got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks
good lookin for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks}
and you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do real things
i keep freak hoes, they really do ill things
I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
{i'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}
i'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
{i'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}
i'm in queens coliseum, just coppin new kicks
{i hit the law library, hope to come home soon}
i just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in june
{yeah, yeah, yeah}
I used to be ugly, now these bitches is medusa
and guess what? i made you executive producer
some extra g's, so when you come home you breathe
{they won't believe to see me come home to a v
pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds
i gotta c.o. thinkin that we gon fuck when i leave}
yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes
we gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows
spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild
capone home, niggas still diggin our style
{shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined?
i gotta visit last week and saw gremlin divine}
meet timbo and ice, got bent and rolled dice
scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to post
and got some hydro-weed and we had our toast
{son there's only one minute left
son there's only one minute left, son i'm ghost}
I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
{i'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}
i'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
{i'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}
i'm in queens coliseum, just coppin new kicks
{i hit the law library, hope to come home soon}
i just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in june
{yeah, yeah, yeah}
I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
{i'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}
i'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
{i'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}
i'm in queens coliseum, just coppin new kicks
{i hit the law library, hope to come home soon}
i just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in june
{yeah, yeah, yeah}