Noreaga - Reunion Lyrics
[noreaga]{*howling*} cnn (cnn!) cnnThe reunion man.. we back again man.. are yall ready man?Hahahahahaha, yo, yoMy niggaz get locked up, and when they come homeIts mink coats and cristal, just ask caponeWe play the game like mobsters, oliver stone flicksBased on a true story, its noreAnd all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love meIt feel good to have love in the hoodAnd I aint got to buy weed, cause my credit is goodMachine gun lyrics, cn lift spiritsPuff more weed than dreads, hip-hop headsGotta, listen to this before they piss in they bedsMy mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and deadAnd leave em dumped in a river, butt***** and redN.o., erase niggaz no pro-blemoKeep a razor in my mouth - spit it outAnd I never had to move nothin, I shit it outAnd I still got it but I had to thug it outChorus: cnn (repeat 2x)Yo, its like my mission just to live this wayI had to sell things, but I wanted to live each dayThe real people do real thingsSo why is real people still doin fake things? huhhh?[nore] peace god[cap] whattup nigga?[nore] Im glad you homeSo we could, take over the world, its ours to own[cap] stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes[nore] laced out, jesus piece, ice the face out[cap] my niggaz on the run they place outFlee fiends with the cake mouthAutomatic guns, bullets spray out[nore] lay out, what? gimme the cash and the cokeSometimes I got money, and I still feel brokeAnd sometimes I got reefer and I dont even smoke[cap] i dont sleep, ninety-five percent of the time Im wokeThe other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry[nore] and me, Im thugged out, I just sleep on the floorWith the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw[cap] my heat is the fourth, while yall niggaz lean on the law[nore] peter pay paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall[cap] i watch for the cops, still a thug after the dealCnn gotta thug it for realChorus[capone]Thuggologys the major, paperCapone-n-noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole natureThe law was built around capers since the years of the westAnd are you real or fake? how many thugs hear the questionTwenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bailNext to deaths kiko, is goin to jailUnassissted, I shivered and frailMy ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 thats in brailleI keep chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scaleMad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mailYo its pone or its fonz, either pretty or thugWhichever way its called, in every city a slugIf I was dyin would a true fan give me they bloodAnd would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge?My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigiousI rock fatigued up, down in cali khakis with the creasesChorus 2x[noreaga and capone ad lib to fade]
