Phonetime – Capone – letras

[Noreaga], {Capone}Son I zone, my gun is never on safetyI copped the new Jordan’s, the white ones wit skate key{Me, I’m just chillin Pop, serving my timeGot my greens on, these faggots ain’t deservin a shine}And yeah, while I’m home you like livin abroadI heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board{When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and LordHeard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored}Yea, it’s nuthin, cause I’m gettin breadCrack is dead, b*tches wanna give me head{You’s a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yardHe said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the GodTell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grownI copped the four-fifth auto, it’s pretty with chrome{The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new MacA 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 KingsYou know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens}And dat’s my dun too, so I’ma find out nowAnd have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl{On the other side of things, I’m tryin to get releasedaround my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast}f**k the police, cause all of dem niggas is fakeDon’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 tightI keep your commisary phat, I’ma keep you right{I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicksGood lookin for the b*tches butt-naked and the flicks}And you ain’t gotta thank me, real niggas do real thingsI keep freak hoes, they really do ill thingsI’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 b*tches is MedusaAnd guess what? I made you executive producerSome extra G’s, so when you come home you breathe{They won’t believe to see me come home to a VPigs pressin me, want autographs for they seedsI gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon f**k when I leave}Yo nigga think about this money, f**k them hoesWe gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the showsSpread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wildCapone home, niggas still diggin our style{sh*t 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 diceScooped, ridin loose, then we headed to PostAnd got some hydro-weed and we had our toast{Son there’s only one minute leftSon 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}