[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}