Our Way

[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