Capone -n- Noreaga - Phonetime Lyrics
[noreaga], {capone}Son I zone, my gun is never on safetyI copped the new jordans, the white ones wit skate key{me, Im just chillin pop, serving my timeGot my greens on, these faggots aint deservin a shine}And yeah, while Im 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, its nuthin, cause Im gettin breadCrack is dead, *****es wanna give me head{yous 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, its pretty with chrome{the day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new macA few jump offs, some doms, some beer, and the crack}Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down{Im in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks{Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}Im 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 dats my dun too, so ima find out nowAnd have my dogs on the island, just get on the prawl{on the other side of things, Im tryin to get releasedAround my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast}***** the police, cause all of dem niggas is fakeDont lose your c.r., son youll get your open date{dun, ima see ya regardless,Cause I got two violent felony charges}And you know your appeal is progress{youre my dog, dun}And we gon keep this tightI keep your commisary phat, ima keep you right{i got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicksGood lookin for the *****es butt-***** and the flicks}And you aint gotta thank me, real niggas do real thingsI keep freak hoes, they really do ill thingsIm outside on the streets, just holdin it down{Im in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks{Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}Im 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 *****es is medusaAnd guess what? I made you executive producerSome extra gs, so when you come home you breathe{they wont believe to see me come home to a vPigs pressin me, want autographs for they seedsI gotta c.o. thinkin that we gon ***** when I leave}Yo nigga think about this money, ***** 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{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 diceScooped, ridin loose, then we headed to postAnd got some hydro-weed and we had our toast{son theres only one minute leftSon theres only one minute left, son Im ghost}Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down{Im in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks{Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}Im 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}Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down{Im in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks{Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}Im 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}
