[Intro: Capone]
I want niggas to bang out to this shit
Niggas drive drunk to this shit
Drive drunk to this, drive drunk to this, drive to this
Drive drunk to this, drive drunk to this, drive to this
Drive drunk to this, drive drunk to this, drive to this
Drive drunk to this, drive drunk to this, drive to this
Drive drunk to this, drive drunk to this, drive drunk, drive drunk
[Chorus: Capone, Noreaga, (Imam T.H.U.G.)]
We doing this our way (Yeah, motherfucker! We doing it our way now!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
If you don't like it, hit the highway
(Yeah, hit the highway, nigga! Get the fuck up outta here!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
We doing this our way
(Yeah! Yeah! We doing it our way, like its fucking 'posed to be now! What!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
'Til we hit hundred on the highway
(Yeah, bitch! Crashin' the 5, the 6!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
[Verse: Imam T.H.U.G.]
Call me the black Machine Gun Jack McGurn
Touch 'em up good, making sure them bastards learn
Smash the bird, no time for fronting, it's nothing
Gets your's, while I get mine, not nothing
We flows with the radical, tongue mathematical
Cut niggas, bent up shitty, with dirty attitudes
That's the way the world go 'round and 'round
Henny, bud on our dome like pound for pound
Peep the grimmest, we high profile locust
Thugged Outt, 41st Side smokers
Now who you know
Get down like us?
Gats bust empty out, rounds that gust
Can't stand no fake-ass, fronting-ass bitch
Kicking to my niggas like they don't want dick
Dirting in the club while her man coppin' her drinks
All my niggas in the V.I.P., doing our thing
[Chorus: Capone, Noreaga, (Imam T.H.U.G.)]
We doing this our way (Yeah, motherfucker! We doing it our way now!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
If you don't like it, hit the highway
(Yeah, hit the highway, nigga! Get the fuck up outta here!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
We doing this our way
(Yeah! Yeah! We doing it our way, like its fucking 'posed to be now! What!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
'Til we hit hundred on the highway
(Yeah, bitch! Crashin' the 5, the 6!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
[Verse 2: Noreaga]
Yo... yo... your money bustin' out my pocket
And I don't dance
I get head – and I don't even iron my pants
I got the Des steel
Ya'll niggas ran with your legs still
I'll make you lose calories without the treadmill
From New York, but still I be hating the Knicks
And fuck Jordan, but still I be rocking his kicks
My nigga Nas told me
"Take your hoe to the flicks
And if she don't give you brain, then you dodge the bitch"
We from Queens – the dro was like hard to get
We got to travel up to Harlem, where it's hot as shit
Yo, its Melvin – the African Godfather
So, yo, god, bother – you wanna taste the revolver?
I dead dunn
I done told him "run"
Now stay, motherfucker, give head to the gun
Stay on somethin'
Ichiban, like #1
It's the Q.B. album, let us bless this, dunn (Okay!)
[Chorus: Capone, Noreaga, (Imam T.H.U.G.)]
We doing this our way (Yeah, motherfucker! We doing it our way now!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
If you don't like it, hit the highway
(Yeah, hit the highway, nigga! Get the fuck up outta here!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
We doing this our way
(Yeah! Yeah! We doing it our way, like its fucking 'posed to be now! What!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
'Til we hit hundred on the highway
(Yeah, bitch! Crashin' the 5, the 6!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
[Verse 3: Capone]
I stand on the block
Fully baked, hand on my cock
Old heads flirting, saying I resemble my Pops
I put work in
I'm the street, in the sickest version
No crowd, niggas collect mine person-to-person
I bust right, if my left hurting
I'm double-jointed
Ducking the cops, they stay searching
The elevators ain't working, the steps too pissy
We thoroughbred, God's Son rep the Bridge with me (C'mon, Esco!)
I pull up in the S50, plus 5
Let the doves fly
Now everybody tough guys
It's murder in these blood eyes
Like, I ain't got shit to live for
Fuck a thug's cry, nigga – shoot, that's what God put 'em here for
I'm bent on the booze
Hittin' a buck on the highway, bendin' my shoes
I'm thuggin' rich, make my own rules
It's time, glory, and pain, I'm still with Caine
I got O's, dog, for six-fifty, remember the name
(Capone, nigga!)
[Chorus: Capone, Noreaga, (Imam T.H.U.G.)]
We doing this our way (Yeah, motherfucker! We doing it our way now!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
If you don't like it, hit the highway
(Yeah, hit the highway, nigga! Get the fuck up outta here!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
We doing this our way
(Yeah! Yeah! We doing it our way, like its fucking 'posed to be now! What!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
'Til we hit hundred on the highway
(Yeah, bitch! Crashin' the 5, the 6!)
I think it's our way, I think it's our way
[Bridge: Imam T.H.U.G.]
Ain't nothing but a Queens thing, baby
Three bent niggas straight going crazy
Hennessy is the drink that fades me
Bang out to this shit! Baby
Ain't nothing but a Queens thing, baby
Three bent niggas straight going crazy
Hennessy is the drink that fades me
Bang out to this shit! Baby