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straight like that lyrics – capone -n- noreaga


i’ll murder you…you…and you
don’t give a f-ck about…

[chorus 1]

it’s thugged out entertainment n-gg-
[final chapter]
straight like that
we cut, shoot, stab, sell crack
straight like that
we eat, sleep, sh-t street life
straight like that
we get knocked bail the same night
straight like that

[chorus 2]
we gettin b-tches, b-tches, money, money, basically
there ain’t no kissin, we just f-ckin honeys, basically
you see y’all snitchin n-gg-z talkin funny, basically
me and my n-gg-z is known to keep it ugly, basically

i’m off the ?yelzabob? i walk wit the mac in my sweats
air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left
my chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter
beard 8 and a third, and my piece be orca
there’s no need for peace offers, my n-gg-s be shootin, we riot
we run the streets quiet, ’cause the law’s biased
skip the battles back in 86, now n-gg-z tattle, chop crazy bricks
cop new kicks, quick to say they rich
fantasize and flatten the hills, for n-gg-z in ghettos
its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled
murders, ink in cold blood, holdin grudges for years
i keep two b-tches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes
the sorrow to swallow, i follow my motto
squeeze first, since the day i slung, ready rockin a bottle
i stand and deliver like edward olmos, wet whatever
respect whatever, i talk with a tech forever

our show’s at your service on behalf of final chapter
? i’m not a rapper, quick to slap ya
got scheme, it’s not a factor, we gotta shine first
have ’em coppin your alb-m just for our verse
straight like that, y’all better tell ’em
i hope they don’t act like we won’t smack to back of their cerebellum
oh and did i mention? if i feel tension
get the full arm extension, get the whole block’s attention
i know you keep your life in your cash
your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot
so when i blow up the lot ::boom:: your whole sh-t stop
y’all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop
i’ll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops
better have your glock out and c-cked, about to pop
to hustlers like flynt, sellin cracks like sprint
a dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it

[chorus 1 & 2]

[final chapter]
aiyyo, aiyyo
i peeped your true colors while y’all n-gg-z was blinded
i been down and spit a pound before you knew i was rhymin
you know me, illest flow, ain’t no seconds for timing
my sixteens’ll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds
make ya n-gg-z start to worry ’cause my hood is dark and blurry
when shots flurry, n-gg-z point guard like marbury
ain’t no arguing, all my click’ll do is get the targeting
final chapter split pies in two, it’s half bargaining
i’ve seen you n-gg-z come up quick and then fall
i’ve seen you frontin for your broad like her p-ssy’s the bomb
clowns findin their stash gone but my cash is long
so i’ma let y’all p-ss on, ’cause you -ss like a thong
my click is movin out, now is you rollin along?
til i perish i’m spittin strong, it’s that sh-t that i’m on
final chapter’s comin at ya, now the drama is born
settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord

aiyyo i’m still ghetto, that’s why these n-gg-z love me
i’m still on the run eatin so i got chubby
i spaz up in the tunnel, stab n-gg-z with pens
that’s why til this day they don’t let me in
i be in new york smokin la weed
i hate a b-tch named pebbles like la reed
i dead n-gg-z like pac and big, blocks to live
these n-gg-z can’t eat like hostages
f-ck camry’s and f-ck honda accords
i rob n-gg-z like the crips at the source awards
and everything that went down was cool with me
as long as i came back with my jewelry
we had machine guns, i think we had two or three
and two or three limos, me and my n-gg- timbo
for b-tches that suck nuts and spit it out the window
you know my tempo, like bl–dy money 3

[chorus 1 & 2]

/ capone n noreaga lyrics