Capone -n- Noreaga - Straight Like That Lyrics
[intro]Ill murder you...you...and youDont give a ***** about you..you...[chorus 1][capone]Its thugged out entertainment nigga[final chapter]Straight like that[capone]We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack[algado]Straight like that[capone]We eat, sleep, shit street life[algado]Straight like that[capone]We get knocked bail the same night[algado]Straight like that[chorus 2]We gettin *****es, *****es, money, money, basicallyThere aint no kissin, we just *****in honeys, basicallyYou see yall snitchin niggaz talkin funny, basicallyMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically[capone]Im off beezlebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweatsAir forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the leftMy chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarterBeard 8 and a third, and my piece be orcaTheres no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin, we riotWe run the streets quiet, cuz the laws biasedSkip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricksCop new kicks, quick to say they richFantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettosIts crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilledMurders, ink in cold blood, holdin grudges for yearsI keep two *****es, two hot biscuits, four dot sixesThe sorrow to swallow, I follow my mottoSqueeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin a bottleI stand and deliver like edward olmos, wet whateverRespect whatever, I talk with a tech forever[algado]Our shows at your service on behalf of final chapter? Im not a rapper, quick to slap yaGot scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine firstHave em coppin your album just for our verseStraight like that, yall better tell emI hope they dont act like we wont smack to back of their cerebellumOh and did I mention? if I feel tensionGet the full arm extension, get the whole blocks attentionI know you keep your life in your cashYour cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lotSo when I blow up the lot ::boom:: your whole shit stopYall rappers is backwards, make the game flip flopIll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no copsBetter have your glock out and *****ed, about to popTo hustlers like flynt, sellin cracks like sprintA dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it[chorus 1 & 2][final chapter]Aiyyo, aiyyoI peeped your true colors while yall niggaz was blindedI been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhyminYou know me, illest flow, aint no seconds for timingMy sixteensll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamondsMake ya niggaz start to worry cuz my hood is dark and blurryWhen shots flurry, niggaz point guard like marburyAint no arguing, all my clickll do is get the targetingFinal chapter split pies in two, its half bargainingIve seen you niggaz come up quick and then fallIve seen you frontin for your broad like her *****s the bombClowns findin their stash gone but my cash is longSo ima let yall pass on, cuz you ass like a thongMy click is movin out, now is you rollin along?Til I perish Im spittin strong, its that shit that Im onFinal chapters comin at ya, now the drama is bornSettle in this street life from the hoods to the lord[noreaga]Aiyyo Im still ghetto, thats why these niggaz love meIm still on the run eatin so I got chubbyI spaz up in the tunnel, stab niggaz with pensThats why til this day they dont let me inI be in new york smokin la weedI hate a ***** named pebbles like la reedI dead niggaz like pac and big, blocks to liveThese niggaz cant eat like hostages***** camrys and ***** honda accordsI rob niggaz like the crips at the source awardsAnd everything that went down was cool with meAs long as I came back with my jewelryWe had machine guns, I think we had two or threeAnd two or three limos, me and my nigga timboFor *****es that suck nuts and spit it out the windowYou know my tempo, like bloody money 3[chorus 1 & 2]
