featuring Nas



[Kid] Yeahhhhh!

[Nas] Uhh QB

[Kid] All the people in the place!

It's the one and only Kid Capri

[Nas] Uhh TM nigga

[Kid] Along with my man Nas Escobar

[Nas] Ill Will

[Kid] We about to take this one all around the world

So y'all feel this one come on!



Verse One: Nas



My antidote to the dope add drugs in the party

Pistol whippin your body lyrical oddessey

Y'all ain't smoke real shit less y'all smokin with me

And y'all ain't heard real shit, til you heard it from me

Escobar, I toasted with Frank White, to this new era

of gangster life, slangin words in the mic

Thanks to the life, I urge y'all to write pain

You a whore to the war, I remain a virgin that's tight

This game I'ma run til it's done, stack my funds

Packin guns, clean each gat, once a month

Hope ya toast carry heavy as the vest on your chest

Hope you squeeze it cause you're only safe from stomach to chest

Everything else, left open, I'm smokin

Next to your balls, police won't even question at all

It's the Esc- to the -bar, connects in ?Piar?

Overlord of rap, U.S. France to Ecuodar



Chorus: Nas



Have you ever met a QB gangsta, who would

shake your hand and turn ya back he would shank ya?

Niggaz want the street you lookin for me

You want the hot shit you must cop the Kid Capri

Ladies dance to it, niggaz pound that in your Jeep

Esco' and Kid Capri, with the motherfuckin Soundtrack

to the Street, thugs pop to it, sell rocks to it

Puffin L's poppin glocks to it



Verse Two: Nas



Me and the streets share the same vein, same pain

The whole game changed, niggaz with no brain could make dough

off of cocaine, Colombian neckties

Democrats to Bill Clinton gotta respect Nas

Customized flow, words stitched into the seams

Tailor made lyrics words fit ya, spit scripture worship

Far from Ali, niggaz can't spar with the kid

Regardless of your bid or who you partners with

Spit, cartridges at so-called hard ni-ggaz

You get, sparked and hit, held as hostages

You know how the mobsters is from the heart of the Bridge

We just started gettin dough, yo pardon the kid

I ain't used to havin shit, my youth as bad as it get

Ghetto bound first lesson was to let off rounds

Shots, echo the town, New York, home of

the Harlem mix tape, master as we all know him now



Chorus



Verse Three: Nas



Uhh, what? Kid Capri

Soundtrack to the Street a theme for every hood

Every lockdown facility, get ?oxed? down for grillin me

Write down hostility, iced down with friends of ours

Respect money and power and them honies that swallow

But what's becomin Apollo, nuttin but bigga bank

Fuck you niggaz think I ride for?

Same thing niggaz die for, so we draw guns

the same time in this war, leave your mind on the floor

Niggaz doin thirty to life to survive in this world

Transportin keys that's inside of a door

Openin spots from Little Rock to Baltimore

Smoked out, chillin on the Kid Capri world tour



Chorus



[Kid Capri]

Yeah

Word up, come on

We make it bump one time word up

My man Nas make it bump one time come on

Come on, we make it bump one time word up

The Kid Capri make it bump one time come on



Chorus



[Kid Capri]

And I say party people, it's the Kid Capri

Nas Escobar, Soundtrack to the Streets

Jumpin off, youknowhatI'msayin?

You a part of history, stay tuned, uh